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I didn't write about my senior sermon, and I'll try and do that later (it's a thing that deserves marking, even if I don't know quite what to say), but- today, we had a session on piyyut and music, for the class I'm taking on piyyut. And somehow, for all that I didn't grow up on That much classical hazzanut, so much of it felt So familiar, and rather nostalgic. Certainly, I grew up in a shul with an organ, and that was nostalgic. And between the yiddish music and the old Israeli folk dance stuff, there was further connections, but still. It was a fascinating experience, both musically and emotionally. It needs further parsing, but I don't quite know where to begin to really get into it.

Gratitude 21

1. friends who not only come to a dinner to celebrate my senior sermon, they coordinate it, and treat me to it (really- wow folks, that was really sweet)
2. running into my trombone teacher from elementary, middle, and much of high school on the streets of New York
3. finishing a paper in time for class- having written it entirely the day of (it was only 3 pages, but still)
4. really enjoyable hazzanut, in class
5. surprise company while walking to work (a classmate)