Lag Ba’Omer falls on the thirty-third day of counting the omer, a Jewish tradition that marks the seven weeks between Passover and Shavuot. Usually a solemn period, on Day 33, the rabbis say we can let loose. Get married! Host a wild cookout! Cut your hair!* I don’t know all of the details about this, but I am a fan of chilling and joy.
Photo by Flickr user Özgür Mülazımoğlu.
*If you’re wondering why the last one, leave a comment and I’ll do my best to answer.
Best. Kitchen gadget. Ever. Rivaled only by the box it came in, which asks, “In a pickle about how to preserve your pinot? Well, get this gherkin workin’ and all of your problems are solved!”
It turns out pickles are quite the it thing right now. What’s the dill?
Pickle wine stopper by Fred, available at Trohv. Photo by Rhea.
I traveled this stairwell many times this semester, but it was only on the last day that I noticed its Escher-like quality. I had submitted my grades a few hours before. “Relativity,” he called it.
Photo by Rhea.
“We’re out here pretty much every day, weather permitting,” he tells me.
So why not invest in some chairs? Or, you know, a table? I am clearly an outsider.
14th and V Streets NW in Washington, D.C., any afternoon. Photo by Rhea.
Welcome to the DC State Fair… Seedling Swap, that is. Yes, the florescent grow lights, online buzz, and mass emails somehow culminated yesterday in about three dozen humans sitting shoulder to shoulder, touching leaves. Squinting and sweating and smiling in the sun.
My zucchini seedlings came into their own this week. From between the generic cotyledon lobes that feed the plant before it takes energy from the sun, they unfurled their true leaves. Spikey, spunky, furred. The original solar panels.