tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235259112009-02-20T19:39:44.798-08:00Rantings of a Guy. (That's all you need to know, I'm very mysterious, me.)TRKiddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15641445223467329936noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525911.post-1141687890494348692006-03-07T15:30:00.000-08:002006-03-08T01:41:38.536-08:00My elusive one<br />My love<br />Where are you?<br />Why haven’t you burst through my screen<br />Moved by my eloquence and subversive dodginess?<br />Where do you hide?<br />Why can I not find you?<br />Is it my broadly misogynistic streak that repels you?<br />Or perhaps you are in front of me and I see you not<br />I search<br />I saunter<br />I seethe<br />I seek<br />I sift through all my fanmail from adoring commenters<br />And still I cannot fathom<br />The essence of you:<br />Your inner beauty<br />Must equal your outer beauty<br />A tall order, perchance<br />But I’m a dreamer<br />And that makes everything OK<br />I breathe in<br />An impassioned sigh<br />And contemplate myself some more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525911-114168789049434869?l=trkpurim.blogspot.com'/></div>TRKiddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15641445223467329936noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525911.post-1141688258961691222006-03-06T15:36:00.000-08:002006-03-08T01:40:33.466-08:00At first I was afraid, I was petrified<br />Kept thinking all those lovely girls would run from by my side<br />But then I spent so many nights just wondrin’ where did I go wrong<br />And am I strong?<br />Do I know where it is I’m from?<br />Yes I’m a mix<br />Of A and B<br />And I don’t get why every woman’s not in love with me<br />Because I’ve broken through the walls and was the poster child, you see<br />Is there anybody out there, even half worthy of me?<br />No no, not I!<br />I live to shteig<br />As long as I’ve Rabbenu Tam<br />I know I’m still alive<br />I’ve got all these girls to sieve<br />And I’ve got such chochma to give<br />So I’ll survive. I will survive.<br />Oy, vey!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525911-114168825896169122?l=trkpurim.blogspot.com'/></div>TRKiddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15641445223467329936noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525911.post-1141688196893485572006-03-06T15:33:00.000-08:002006-03-08T01:40:57.000-08:00<ol><li>It says “Rabbi's Kid, United States” on my blog in many places</li><li>I know nothing about Israeli <a href="http://therabbiskid.blogspot.com/2005/07/jaccuse-idf-settler-rabbis.html">Politics</a> <a href="http://therabbiskid.blogspot.com/2005/06/lame-gay-pride-parade.html">or</a> <a href="http://therabbiskid.blogspot.com/2006/02/amona-moan.html">Events</a> </li><li>I talk about Baseball, Duh! And sometimes I even write about- London! </li><li>I know nothing about <a href="http://therabbiskid.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-get-knocked-down-but-i-get-up-again.html">Israeli</a> <a href="http://therabbiskid.blogspot.com/2005/05/unsure.html">Music</a> </li><li>I don’t like falafel</li><li>I write passionate posts about <a href="http://therabbiskid.blogspot.com/2005/06/g-d-bless-america.html">how much I love the US</a>. Only a real resident of the US could be so very passionate.</li><li>Other mitzvot are more important. To me. Like finding my wife. And there are no Jewish women in Israel. </li><li>I’d be, like so bored if I moved there. I mean, what would <a href="http://jeruguru.blogspot.com/">a guy like me</a> do all day?</li><li>I repeatedly tell the Jblogosphere that I <a href="http://therabbiskid.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-thoughts-on-aliyah.html">don’t</a>/<a href="http://therabbiskid.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-twennytwo-about-israel.html">want to</a> live in Israel- so it must be true</li><li>I don’t want to get into any heated debates with Jameel Rashid. Because I’d lose. </li></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525911-114168819689348557?l=trkpurim.blogspot.com'/></div>TRKiddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15641445223467329936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525911.post-1141688022523980822006-03-06T15:31:00.000-08:002006-03-08T01:41:13.023-08:00Sit across a crowded bar. Stare into her eyes. Wonder fleetingly if she is also a blogger. Pray not.<br /><br />Lean over, ask her what her deepest desire is. Watch as her eyes go wide when she thinks you hold the key to her neshama. Then ask her lots of other deep questions to keep the soul fires burning. Don’t forget to ask her what music she likes, then sing her favorite band back to her. Ask whether she likes poetry: then write her a sonnet on a napkin.<br /><br />Spout passionately about the ills of the world, humanity, etc. Give the distinct impression of being above all that. Throw some Rebbe Nachman and Yichus pointers in for good measure.<br /><br />But don’t forget <strong>not</strong> to manipulate her. Because, THAT, gentlemen, would just be assur.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525911-114168802252398082?l=trkpurim.blogspot.com'/></div>TRKiddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15641445223467329936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525911.post-1141669973666710942006-03-06T10:31:00.000-08:002006-03-06T10:32:53.676-08:00Diddle Diddle... or should that be Yiddle Yiddle<br /><br />I thank Hashem for my powers of depth!<br /><br />TRKidding<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525911-114166997366671094?l=trkpurim.blogspot.com'/></div>TRKiddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15641445223467329936noreply@blogger.com2