last day of pesach (7)

the last night i went to kenny's with resnick.
resnick is a genius, who thinks i am smarter than him. a false opinion based on the fact that i knew how to learn gemorah better than he did, because i had learned by lichtenstien and he hadn't. my ability at learning gemorah is unmeasured since i haven't used it much in recent years. since 74 very little and since 77 very very little.
but resnick, three years younger than me, is alike a fetus who walks. very dependent. can't control his mouth.
at kenny's house was a very tired nomi. tzviki who referred to obama as hussein and his pretty thin vegetarian jewish nosed wife.
also present eitan who entertained resnick and nomi's younger sister rivi and her husband chaim and six of their kids. two very pretty females about twenty years old. one son about eighteen. one little daughter about four or five and one daughter about ten. also: one eight year old son with a devilish (looks like a hughie auman kid) smile.
this time i told kenny that resnick is a bookish intellectual and they had something to discuss and so we or resnick by himself will go there again for a shabbat.
chaim invited me to hoshaya up near nazareth and i am tempted to go mostly because of his pretty daughters and a bit because of the glimmers of adventure.
why are you studying arabic. kommandant.
what is hoshaya like, small, but bigger than tzipori and in nazareth there are those who want their land back.
on the way to walking resnick halfway home, we stopped by a mizrachi layl mishmar where they needed us for a kaddish. of course resnick was impressed and sentimental at the singing from the windows of katamon that he accused me of wishing to return to the rightful owners from 47.
i gave him a bit of my adventures in concordance when we passed by ohel rachel.
my shoes are loafers and therefore cannot be tied to help my feet and they give me blisters when i walk in them (rather than just use them for show)

the next day i went to the kalush man, from whom i can tell he hates me and he didn't tell his wife that i was coming. micha showed up and could barely conceal his disdain. yaakov was also there and he wants me to support his family. steve peskoff was also there and he shared some ganga with a lot of tobacco and i got less than a shiur high. there was a jew whose grandson was getting a bris in caracas as we ate. the upshot were quite a few puns thanks to kalish and much agita thanks to micha.

should i visit pessie and pay a shiva call. i guess so. (the father who i didn't like is dead.)

i got upset with mondoweiss comparing gaza to warsaw ghetto and he somewhat apologized.
i read a bit more of shlomo sand.