Chris Christie is never going to be president. Or the Republican nominee.
But he’s had his moments. Hurricane Sandy in October 2012 was the largest Atlantic hurricane on record measured by diameter, with tropical-storm-force winds spanning 1,150 miles. It devastated New Jersey, where Christie was then governor.
It was just a few weeks before the 2012 presidential election. Barack Obama, running for reelection, visited New Jersey as part of the federal response to the devastating damage. Christie greeted him on arrival and gave him a warm and appreciative welcome. Christie’s job was to take care of the people of New Jersey and Obama’s job was to help.
Republicans lost their minds, outraged that Christie would appear to do anything positive to help Obama. Even though Christie was just doing his job, regardless of partisan politics.
Christie is now running for the Republican nomination. He will not win that nomination, but he has an additional important role. Set apart from so many high-profile scared Republicans, he is out to destroy Trump as a suitable Republican nominee or president. Whether Christie is doing this to make room for himself or because he is one of the remaining decent Republicans who believes in the rule of law and the Constitution (Christie is a former U.S. Attorney), it doesn’t matter.
A hero, a minor one, but head and shoulders above the rest of his party.
The concluding service of Yom Kippur is Neilah, the closing of the gates of repentance. We have had our opportunity for introspection and commitment to do and be better. This is it.
Hours of services and a day without food are beneficial. But if we are honest, the mind wanders and the stomach growls.
I stared out the window as the sun set. Poems popped up like weeds. Here are a couple.
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I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where will my help come from? Psalm 121
Sun sets behind the mountains Scattered clouds surround it Obscuring the last light Or exploding in colors The hills soon hide in darkness Until the later waxing moon Enlightens them and us
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The gates are closing No one told the coyotes Roaming and eating Four-footed shofars Howling the holiday out
I daily walk a road surrounded by the spectacular. Amazing things to see and hear.
When we arrived I was convinced that every day these mountains and hills and cacti and birds would take my breath away, my heart soaring to heaven.
They do. But not quite as in those early days. Reminiscent of the way we love people, I suppose. You want that exhilaration to last, but it seems sometimes to settle in to a bit of subdued though still infinite appreciation for the beauty and wonder. Not quite the same thing.
No. None of that, nature or people, deserves to be even slightly demoted. Everything is new now. Sunryu Suzuki’s famous expression “Zen mind, beginners mind” is not just about Zen. About everything. One time it will be the last time. But this time is the first time.
Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas was at the Bohemian Grove, a secretive all-men’s retreat in Northern California, with billionaire industrialist David Koch, right, and Ken Burns, whose films Koch has financially supported.
My first year of law school, I was privileged to have a course and book, Law, Language, and Ethics, taught by one of the course’s co-developers, William Bishin. It has stayed with me, not only as a lawyer but as a citizen.
Impossible to summarize a semester-long course and a 1,300-page book. Here is a concise point from the Preface:
“Law, Language, and Ethics is born of the belief that every legal problem…has its roots and perhaps its analog in traditional “philosophical” realms.”
Every day, whether discussing Trump-related criminal matters or Supreme Court Justice behavior, we naturally focus on whether laws, rules or guidelines have been formally and provably broken. In those reports and conversations, we miss so much and we miss the point.
If all or most of what we care about is whether laws or rules have been broken, we are in bad shape and will never get our government, nation or world better. We stay away from ethics because it is difficult and because thinking about ethics always comes back to thinking about ourselves. That isn’t easy or convenient.
So whatever the formal outcomes—a former president and his gang convicted, a Supreme Court Justice reprimanded, or not—we have to keep talking and talking about what is moral and what is ethical, not just about what is legal. In the long run, that is really what we have and what we need.
It is halfway through a Wednesday. Listening to or reading the news, I have already heard a fair share of bullshit. Some from those I don’t like, support or respect, some even from those I do. The same sometimes goes from others in personal conversations. Above all, I am far from immune to spewing nonsense, lots of it.
This has been going on forever, or at least as long as the earth has been populated by articulate talking animals. It is not good for us, but there it is.
We need a vacation. So I am proposing a Global Day of Silence. No words spoken, written, heard or read. Like The Day the Earth Stood Still, there will be exceptions for health and safety. Otherwise, silence. We can consider, as with religious fasts, whether it should be sunrise to sunset or a full 24 hours.
After that, good and useful words will resume worldwide, as will the usual stuff. But we will at least have gotten a break. God knows we deserve it.
The traditional belief for the Jewish High Holidays is that for ten days, starting on Rosh Hashanah and ending on Yom Kippur, the Book of Life is open. Based on the life we live, informed and inspired by these sacred days, a judgment will be entered.
A common holiday greeting is l’shanah tovah tikateivu—”May you be inscribed [in the Book of Life] for a good year”.
For congregants who experience years of study and hours of services (especially during Yom Kippur services on days without food), the mind wanders and spins out. One thought I’ve been unable to shake is the similarity of the Book of Life and Santa’s List.
Just as God’s angels may be keeping tabs on us and reporting to the boss, so Santa’s elves are watching and supplying intelligence. One distinction is that the Book of Life affects the whole year, while Santa’s List only affects the gifts for that Christmas. Also, Santa is apparently only interested in boys and girls, not adults. Grown ups need not worry about coal and are free to do whatever they want, naughty or nice.
Continuing in the spirit of creative wandering, I revisit my first post for Yom Kippur—Yom Kippur: A Serious Day for a Serious Man. Set in the 1960s, A Serious Man is a great Jewish-themed movie, the Coen Brothers’ modern take on the Book of Job.
The penultimate scene takes place in the office of the ancient and unapproachable senior rabbi, Rabbi Marshak. Danny, recently bar mitzvah, has been sent to the rabbi’s office after he was caught listening to his transistor radio in Hebrew School class. The radio was confiscated and is in the rabbi’s desk.
Danny sits down across from the rabbi. After a long pause, Rabbi begins haltingly reciting the lyrics to the Jefferson Airplane’s Somebody to Love. “When the truth is found. To be lies….And all the hope. Within you dies….” Rabbi asks Danny, “Then what?” Danny doesn’t answer. Rabbi goes on, “Grace Slick. Marty Balin. Paul Kanta. Jorma. . .somethin. These are the members of the Airplane….Interesting.”
Rabbi pulls the radio from his desk drawer and pushes it across to Danny. Rabbi closes with his sage advice: “Be a good boy.”
If there is a summary of what God or Santa wants, on the High Holidays, at Christmas, or any day, that is it: Be a good girl or boy.
Translation: Pure and light like God’s angel, In the hand, the sail and flag, Loaded full with blessings The New Year is arriving now!
The New Year 5784 on the Hebrew calendar begins this evening at sundown.
A traditional greeting is l’shana tova tikateivu (May you be inscribed for a good year [in the Book of Life]).
This begins the ten days of the High Holidays, aka the Days of Awe. It ends with Yom Kippur—the Day of Atonement, the Day of Repentance.
Solemnity, introspection and commitment to betterment is paired with wishes for a sweet year. Although it is also considered the birthday of the world, there is no birthday cake. There are candles, and also the tradition of eating apples dipped in honey.
Let us all wish better for ourselves and everyone and, more than that, let us do whatever we can, big or small, to help make better happen.
Over decades—almost a century—this poem has had a “tangled story” in popular culture. For years misattributed, it is in fact the work of Max Ehrmann. It reached peak popularity in the 1960s and 1970s, when it was everywhere. At various times cynics criticized and mocked it as saccharine cliché and counterculture/new age nonsense. On the contrary, it is a simple and accessible statement of pragmatic idealism. “With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.”
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Tonight begins our preparation for Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, a period known as Selichot. See one of my previous messages (human written).
This year I’m turning over at least one High Holidays message to Rabbi AI. I asked various AI generators to message about “Selichot”. Two of the texts are below. I could have asked for new messages, but I thought I’d start with Rabbi AI’s first impressions. Turns out Rabbi AI seems to know its Judaica, which is what you’d expect, not because it’s a rabbi but because Rabbi AI knows everything, or at least claims to. Whether Rabbi AI is actually Jewish is a question for another day, or for the ages.
Selichot: Seeking Forgiveness and Divine Mercy
As the days grow shorter and the air turns crisp, we find ourselves on the threshold of a sacred season. The time has come for Selichot, a period of introspection and repentance that prepares our hearts for the upcoming High Holy Days.
Selichot, derived from the Hebrew word “slicha” meaning forgiveness, is a time when we humbly approach the Divine, seeking forgiveness for our transgressions and reflecting on our actions throughout the year. It is a time of deep introspection, a time to examine our deeds, and a time to make amends.
During Selichot, we gather together as a community, joining our voices in prayer and supplication. We recite heartfelt prayers and penitential poems, known as piyutim, that express our remorse and yearning for forgiveness. These ancient words resonate with the struggles and aspirations of our ancestors, connecting us to a rich tapestry of faith and tradition.
In the darkness of the night, we light candles and dim the lights, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and reflection. The haunting melodies of the Selichot prayers fill the air, evoking a sense of awe and humility. We beseech the Divine, acknowledging our shortcomings and expressing our sincere desire to change and grow.
Selichot is not just a time for personal reflection; it is also an opportunity to seek reconciliation with others. We are encouraged to reach out to those we may have wronged, seeking forgiveness and offering our own forgiveness in return. It is a time to mend broken relationships and heal the wounds of the past.
As we recite the Selichot prayers, we are reminded of the boundless mercy and compassion of the Divine. We are reassured that no matter how far we may have strayed, there is always a path back to forgiveness and redemption. Selichot serves as a reminder that we are never alone in our journey towards self-improvement and spiritual growth.
May this season of Selichot be a time of deep reflection and transformation. May we find the strength to confront our shortcomings and the courage to seek forgiveness. May we be granted the mercy and compassion we so earnestly seek, and may we emerge from this sacred season renewed and ready to embrace the blessings of the High Holy Days.
L’shanah tovah u’metukah – May you have a good and sweet year ahead.
ChatGPT 3.5
We gather on this night before Rosh Hashanah to pray selichot and reflect on the coming High Holy Days. This is a time for introspection, for looking deeply within ourselves to identify ways we can improve.
God, you are our creator and judge. In your mercy and compassion, you give us another year to better ourselves and come closer to you. During these Days of Awe, help us rid ourselves of harmful habits and behaviors. Strengthen our yetzer hatov, our good inclination, so we make ethical choices that uplift others.
Forgive us for times we have hurt others with our words or actions. Forgive us for squandering opportunities to do good. Help us learn from our mistakes and resolve to act with greater kindness, patience and understanding going forward.
As we enter the New Year, may we fill our lives with more prayer, learning, charity and acts of lovingkindness. May we build each other up with compassion instead of tearing each other down. And may the coming year bring us and all people comfort, prosperity, good health and peace.
Claude Instant 1.2
Rabbi AI may know its yiddiskeit. But it does not appear to be much of an artist. Or it is a rabbi and an artist far beyond anything we can comprehend.
Above is the first image generated when prompted with “Selichot”. Feel free to use it to help find the meaning of the upcoming holidays. Or of anything and everything.
Shabbat shalom and shana tova. A peaceful Sabbath and a good new year.
I’ve been listening to and reading poems seemingly forever, starting with nursery rhymes. When poetry was assigned in school, standard stuff like Shakespeare and Robert Frost, I liked it.
At some point, particular poets really spoke to me, as they did to other young people. One sign of when a relationship with a poet got serious is when a girlfriend noticed and so bought me a book of their poems for my birthday. I suppose I was wearing that poet on my heart and on my sleeve.
The first of the books I got this way is Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas. That sweet girlfriend is long gone and far way, but I’ve never gotten over Dylan Thomas (why would I?). Lines from these poems still echo in my head from time to time, as recently as this morning: “In my craft or sullen art”.
Who was your first poet crush?
In My Craft or Sullen Art by Dylan Thomas
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art.
Bob Schwartz 