Friday, November 28, 2014

Yes Yentl, There Really is a Chanukah


I would just like to start off this blog post by saying Chanukah is not the Jewish Christmas.  You may see things like a Chanukah bush or blue and white lights hung with care. You may even be given ironic gifts like a stocking with a Star of David on it (true story). But it’s still not the Jewish equivalent of Christmas.  In fact, unless you're 6 years old and living in a shtetl it’s really not even a major holiday. So what is it? I’m glad you asked.

Sometimes it’s referenced as the Holiday of Lights, although technically the word Chanukah means, "dedication." You’ll understand why shortly. It’s always celebrated on the 25th day in the Jewish month Kislev (otherwise known as the end of the November/beginning of December- trying to explain the Jewish calendar without confusing not only myself but everyone else would require another miracle). Since the holiday falls in December, often in close proximity to Christmas, the above-mentioned belief about it being the Jewish version of Christmas is understandable. But again, it’s really not.

Chanukah is basically a holiday celebrating a pretty rad miracle that G-d performed for some badass rebels that were rededicating the Temple after it had been defiled.  Here’s how it went down:

from temple-isaiah.org
So Alexander the Great had the habit of allowing the inhabitants of the land he controlled to continue practicing their own religions.  This worked out great for the Jews, some even assimilating into the Hellenistic culture, much to the chagrin of others. However, roughly two hundred years after the death of Alexander the Great, Antiochus IV gained control. Then everything changed. He started oppressing the Jewish people. There was a lot of killing, a lot of persecuting, and a lot of defiling the Jewish Temple.  For example, he sacrificed a pig on the Temple altar. 

Ahhh we don’t even eat pork so I’m sure you can imagine the general reaction.

A group led by Mattathias the Hasmonean and his son, Judah Maccabee, led a revolt and eventually regained control of Judea.  According to tradition (who else just heard Fiddler on the Roof?) when the Maccabees went to rededicate the Temple there wasn’t enough undefiled oil left to do it properly.  There was only enough to burn for one night. However, HaShem did something pretty awesome. G-d miracled the oil to burn for all 8 nights.  Ergo a holiday was born to celebrate.

And that’s the story we tell our kids. What we don’t mention is that the leaders of that revolt stayed in power for quite a long time and committed their own bloodthirsty campaign against their own people. Specifically, anyone who challenged their rule.  We also don’t mention that the rededication of the temple was more than likely a second Sukkot, as the rebels were unable to celebrate the holiday when it was biblically commanded due to all the war mongering that was going on.

Now, we burn a nine-branched Chanukiah in our windows to remember the miracle of the oil. We also eat a lot of food fried in oil (cue the latkes and jelly doughnuts), play dreidel (cue Adam Sandler) and, if you have young children, maybe even give gifts. I would like to add, however, that the gift giving is a recent tradition, born out of assimilation into American culture. Ironic that a holiday born out of revolution to assimilation and oppression has become one of the most assimilated holidays we celebrate. But, I digress.

I don’t know if the Miracle of the oil actually happened. Regardless, there are a lot of wonderful messages that can be taken from this story. I know that those candles illuminate way more than just my window. They are a symbol of our light, as Jews, to the world. They tell us that oppression can be overcome. And for at least eight nights out of the year, they whisper anything is possible.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

The Longest Scarf in the World



Ok. So I didn’t actually knit the longest scarf in the world.  I exaggerate a bit.  You’ve probably picked up on that by now. Regardless, what I did wind up knitting is a really, really …really long scarf for one of my good friends.  This scarf was not knitted out of the goodness of my heart. It was knitted in exchange for her sewing me up one of her outstanding project bags.  You can check out her Etsy shop here:

She’s amazing.  Buy everything in her store, then, thank me for making your life better.


This has probably been my most challenging projects to date. In addition to learning a new stitch, it also took 6 skeins of yarn and over a month and half to knit. I also had to make tassels. Those tassels were almost my undoing. I’ll just be avoiding them at all cost in the near future by the way.

The scarf is a modified version of The Trinity Stitch Scarf created by this lovely lady who hosts the Casting On Couch via Youtube.  You can find her pattern and tutorial here:



(Said scarf is modeled by my dog Hershel. He loves wearing clothes. No really. Dress up is part of our routine.  One could say he is my knitting muse.)

In retrospect, I’m wondering where my line would be regarding exchanging hand knits for other items I could use? This could be a dangerous train of thought. I could potentially set up some type of complicated bartering system based completely on knitted projects.  Hm.

How often do you exchange knitted projects for things that you want/need?

Friday, November 21, 2014

Confessions of a Jewish Women


So, I have a confession to make. But I’ll get to that in a minute. First, I have to explain why my confession is relevant.

Ahem. Tonight at exactly 4:54pm the sun will set and Shabbat begins.  Shabbat is the Jewish Sabbath, our Holy day, our Day of Rest. If you’re still not following, Shabbat is to the Jewish people what Sunday is to most observant Christians. It begins at sundown on Friday evening and ends the following sundown on Saturday.  This is how we measure our days- from sunset to sunset.  Yes, this is confusing. But hey, I didn’t make the rules. 

A lot of stuff happens on Shabbat. A lot of stuff is also not happening on Shabbat. But that’s for a future post. This post is about the lighting of the Shabbat candles.  Which is, to be honest, my favorite part of Shabbat. (That’s not my confession by the way). 

The Shabbat candles are most commonly associated with the image of a woman, hair covered, waving her hands over said candles, then covering her face and reciting a blessing in Hebrew. Observe.
Thank you bje.org.au for the pic.

If you are thinking to yourself, “what the crap”, it’s cool.  Just keep reading.

The candles are traditionally lit at least 18 minutes before sundown.  This is to make sure that we aren’t breaking the prohibition in Torah (the first five books of the Bible) of lighting an open flame on Shabbat. It’s one of those, "thou-shalt-not- commandments." We cover our hair for a variety of different reasons.  For me, it keeps me humble. It’s a respect thing.  We wave our hands inwards, typically 3 times, over the candles to usher in the presence of the Shabbat. Some believe it’s carried in by the Sabbath Queen, for others, angels carry in the joy of Shabbat on their wings.  I just know that in those moments, as I’m waving my hands over the candles, I’m definitely bringing something into my home that is absent the rest of the week.  

On the third wave, we bring our hands up to our face, cover our eyes and recite the blessing:
“Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha'olam asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav v'tzivanu l'hadlik ner shel shabbat."

Which translates to:
Blessed are You, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, who has sanctified us with commandments, and commanded us to light Shabbat candles. 

Then Shabbat Shalom’s all around. We feast, talk, sing, drink, and hold one hell of a Torah study.

Now, we get to my confession. Brace yourself….I don’t actually say this blessing.  Don’t panic. I know the blessing, I can say the blessing. Buuut, I don’t.

What I do say is this:
"Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha'olam asher kid'shanu b'mitzvotav v'tzivanu shamor v’zachor et yom haShabbat."
Or if you prefer:
Blessed are You, Lord our G-d, Ruler of the Universe, who has sanctified us with commandments, and commanded us to keep and remember the Shabbat.

You see there isn’t actually a commandment written in Torah that tells us we have to light the Shabbat candles. It’s a tradition, with a hundred different explanations each more beautiful than the last. However, it is written quite specifically that we are to “keep” and “remember” Shabbat (Exodus 20:8; Deuteronomy 5:12). I’m just a stickler for things like that.  Regardless, the candles are an expression of abstract and vague commands done in a physical way that speaks to our human nature. At least I think so. 

Lighting the Shabbos candles connects me to the divine, and connects me to thousands of other Jewish women around the world who are lighting their own candles, in their own way, at the same time.  It’s beautiful.

(Cue the somber music so you know I’m getting ready to say something profound).

Maybe tonight try lighting your own candles and usher in something wondrous of your own however you experience the divine.  Wave your hands at your own expense though. Burns hurt.

A Double Post?! Whaaattt?


You might be asking yourself, is this really happening? Two Blog posts in one day? Back-to-back even? Yes, this is really happening. Don’t get used to it though. Because this is a disclaimer post.
 
After getting actual feedback from real readers who are super excited about the changes in the blog, I realized that I might need to clarify some things. I also realized that I would very much like a post that I can refer back to from time to time in case…issues arise. And I would like to do this in list form.

1. The information that I provide about Judaism (in all its facets) is from a Reform perspective.  It is also from my perspective. I attend a Reform shul that is more of a melting pot of various denominations in Judaism due to a smallish Jewish community in our area. I daven (pray) and learn with other Reform Jews, as well as Orthodox, Conservative, and a few non-Jews who just like to hang and learn some Torah. I wouldn’t change this for the world as it has definitely shaped my observance levels. I’m grateful for that. This also means that something I write about may not be applied the exact same way in every Jewish home. That’s the beauty of Judaism. It’s open to a lot of interpretation.  

2.  I am not a Rabbi. But I check my facts. I’m not just pulling this info out of my ass. I promise. Oh.  Yeah.  Sometimes I curse.

3. I have a sense of humor. I like to use it. It keeps things fun. It also keeps my posts from sounding like I’m defending my dissertation at the Yeshiva or teaching a Judaism 101 class.  What you may notice is that I tend to nutshell things. I’m trying to provide highlights that fall somewhere between Josephus’s Antiquities of the Jews and asking your Jewish co-worker for an explanation.

4.  There’s an old joke that goes “if you have two Jews in the same room there will always be three opinions”. This is true. We know it and we totally own it.  Don’t be afraid to offer a different viewpoint, just be respectful please.

5.  Share and ask questions! Please, I love feedback. Really. If you want more details ask! If you do something differently share!

6. If there is a rude or nasty comment I’m just gonna delete it. I don’t have time for that crap.

I plan on posting Jewish stuff on Fridays and knitting stuff on Tuesdays. So, if your not digging one or the other you’ll know which days to ignore me.  But why would you want to? Seriously, I’m kind of awesome. And so are you (insert Kool-Aid grin).

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Switching Gears


I’ve been doing some thinking. I started this blog to talk about knitting.  I intend to keep talking about knitting.

However, in response to some imaginary feedback, one actual inappropriate comment and an assessment of what takes up the majority of my free time I’ve decided to alter the scope of this blog to three things. Being a knitter, being Jewish and being a Jewish knitter. I’m not sure if the last one is a real thing, however,  I do think all three are under represented in the blogging community.

This could make for some pretty intense blogging. I intend to talk about:

Jewish holidays, culture and religion.

The size of my stash. (gasp).

Kvitch about yarn.

Talk about G-d.

Talk about being Jewish in a predominantly Christian area.

Share patterns.

Share bad photo’s of completed projects.

Share bad photo’s of my dog’s wearing those completed projects.

This blog, dare I say, is about to get real.

I also can’t knit fast enough to support two blog posts a week only on knitting. Just saying.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Let's Play a Game

Let’s play what the crap am I doing in this picture?

Ready? Go.

(Insert Jeopardy theme song in your head. Since the song is in your head, and only in your head I don’t think I’m breaking any copyright laws)

Times up. And the Survey says……

A crocheted provisional cast on.

If you couldn’t get that from the picture, I don’t blame you. I don’t think I could have guessed that from this picture and I was the one actually doing it.

Obviously at one point I had the crochet hook in my right hand and was actually crocheting with it over the needle. Honestly though, holding everything in my left hand for the photo opportunity didn’t really change all the mess I had going on in either hand.  This was challenging.

A provisional cast on is a way of casting on that will allow you to leave live stitches at the beginning of your work. Allegedly this is to allow for a seamless finish if one is say… planning on joining the bind off and cast on edge of a headband for her neighbor together.  I say allegedly because I can’t actually prove that this will work. The yarn my neighbor picked out is causing me some technical difficulties.  So I stopped knitting with it, used another yarn and plan on just….not using a provisional cast on.  We’ll see how this works out.

Now it’s time to poll the audience. What is your favorite method of provisionally casting on and why?

Shabbat Shalom!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Atonement Hat


Not too long ago, I was watching this great stand-up comedian. He was joking about meeting a woman at an airport bar and having a couple of drinks.  I’m going to just nutshell this for you- the punch line is that every time you meet a Jewish person they will always drop into the conversation like a zillion times that they are Jewish.

 I’m Jewish.

Didn’t see that one coming did you?

At the risk of offending tens of my readers, that information has bearing on this blog post in-so-far as it would explain why I would knit up, what I like to call, The Atonement Hat and why it got done in the break between Yom Kippur services. Obviously I’m Reform.

If you’ve never been to a Yom Kippur service it’s a little hard to explain. You're packed into pews like sardines pretty much all day long praying as hard as you can that G-d will not only forgive you of all your sins but prescribe you a great life in the upcoming year. You are also starving, wearing no make-up and have not showered.  It’s great.

I know I sound a little cavalier but I actually dig Yom Kippur and take it very seriously. Hence my Atonement Hat.  I decided that instead of napping in-between the morning and afternoon service like I usually do, that this year I was going to put my new found skill to good use and knit up a quick knit hat that could be donated to my local craft store for kids with cancer. That’s not the actual name of the charity by the way.

I don’t know if this hat had any influence on my atonement, but honestly, that’s not why I did it. Instead of Tikkun Olam it’s like Tikkun Knits. Repairing the world, you know?

Here’s the Youtube link for the tutorial and pattern for the hat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23gmF0WFXdI&spfreload=10


I’m not sure if the author intended her hat to wind up being knitted by a Jew on Yom Kippur to help repair the world while doing some hard-core atoning but that’s what happened. I think I’ll start doing this every year. And maybe some tzedakkah  knitting in between.

What about you? What good causes are you knitting for?
 

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

A little nosh and knitting

Tonight I met up with a wonderful friend for a little nosh and some knitting.
In public. I'm always amazed at the attention one gets when any type of 
craft is done out in the community. 
 
By the way, this first picture is of her hands. I’ve kind of got a thing for hands and hers are really beautiful. Not in a creepy way though. I don’t keep a container of severed hands in my apartment.

I promise.

In the several hours that we sat and stitched at least two people
commented on our craft. It's nice.       
 
I think it also speaks to something
about our current culture. We were greeted with nothing but positive interest and admiration.  While that pleases me, I also find it a little sad.  What does it say about us as a society that something that was once a typical life skill born of necessity is now something reduced to an interesting hobby that impresses random passerby’s at the local eatery?

It says, to be quite frank, that I've learned a post apocalyptic life skill that will serve me well after the zombie outbreak.  If anybody is interested in joining my survival team, by the way, I'm taking applications.

In exchange for keeping me alive, you will always have a cute knitted hat and scarf. I think that's fair.