Sunday, March 17, 2013

Frogs here, frogs there, frogs were jumping everywhere! (Passover pt. 1)

Get excited! Passover is coming soon!

Ya know, that holiday where Jews eat horrible, dry, bland crackers instead of bread for seven days. It's an experience.

I'm just kidding. There's a lot more details, so I've decided that today I'm going to tell the story of Passover. Nutshelled. So very brief.

Next week (when Passover is actually soon), I'm going to explain some of the good old Midrash-y details and interpretations. But right here is the bare basics.

This is a pretty well known story, so stop me if you've heard it before. Oh, wait, that's right, you can't! Oh, the joys of the internet! Mwahahahahhaa.

Ahem.

So anyways, a really long time, ago, there was this Pharaoh of Egypt. Jews were slaves there for a bit, and this Pharoh was sort of afraid they would rebel. So he decreed that all male Jew babies would be killed.

So then one woman, as it happens, gave birth to a baby boy. His name was Moses. She didn't want him to die, though, funnily enough, so she got his older sister, Miriam, to put him in a basket and drop him in the Nile river to float around for a while. As luck would have it, baby Moses was found by the Pharaoh's daughter, who was taking a bath. She thought he was so cute, she wanted to keep him forever. So she took him back to the palace. Miriam, clever girl she is, appeared and suggested that the Pharaoh's daughter get a Hebrew nurse, and so Moses's mom got to raise baby Moses.

Cut to a few years later. Moses is in his late teens, early twenties, and he sees an egyptian beating up a Sewish slave. In a fit of rage, he kills the slave, then runs away into the mountians in guilt. There, he becomes a nice shepherd and marries a shepherdess, Zephorah.

One day, Moses is wandering around, doing his shepherd thing, when he sees a bush that burns, but is not consumed. Weird. The bush talks to him, making him take off his shoes and then declaring that he is God, the God of Jacob and Isaac and all of those patriarchs. God then tells Moses to go to the Pharaoh and demand that the Jewish people be freed. Moses is confused, mostly because he's a random humble shepherd with a stutter, but God is adamant. So he takes his brother Aaron and goes to the Pharaoh's place.

When Moses says to the Pharaoh, "Let my people go!" Pharaoh almost agrees, but then his heart is hardened (I will discuss this next week). Moses does a fancy trick turnig his staff into a snake, but even that doesn't work, so God brings a plague onto Egypt.

The first plague is turning all the water into blood. This is very, very unpleasant, as you can imagine, so Pharaoh tells Moses his people can go. But then he changes his mind (because he's sooo changeable (That was a Sherlock reference. Deal with it)) and makes them all come back. Then God rolls out the next plague, which is frogs. It looked something like this:
The same deal as before. Pharaoh almost lets the Israelites go, but then his heart is hardened and he changes his mind. This process is repeated several times, with seven more plagues; lice, flies (or wild animals), disease on livestock, boils, hail, lucusts and darkness. Each time, the Pharaoh lets them go, then changes his mind because his heart is hardened. Finally, God brings one last Plague on Egypt--death of the firstborn. When Pharaoh's firstborn baby dies, he finally relents and lets the Israelites go. They flee, not even having enough time to finish leavening their bread, and run for it. They make it all the way to the Red Sea when the Pharaoh changes his mind (again!) and sends him after the Jews.

Moses (and God) have a few more tricks up their sleeves, though, and he parts the Red Sea with his staff. The Jews escape and the army drowns.

That's more or less the story of passover. I'm sorry that that was so brief, but I promise that that is because I will go into way more detail next week. There are so many interesting and different interpretations and explanations and thoughts and feelings about everything, which are so interesting. So be excited.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

"The good thing about science is that it's true whether or not you believe in it."

Neil DeGrasse Tyson is the best. He's an Astrophysicist with a wife and two kids and what is probably the best twitter feed on the whole internet, and an out-of this world of knowledge about space and the universe.

Yes, he is a real person who exists, all you naysayers. And he's actually quite famous. And really, really cool.

I've mentioned him before on this blog, because he used to host NOVA Science Now,  but I feel like I should dedicate an entire post to him because he's actually on my list of my favorite people.

So here we are.

Neil DeGrasse Tyson was born in Manhattan, the second of three children. He graduated from Harvard and earned a doctorate from Columbia, then went to work at the Hayden Planetarium. He eventually became the director, renovating and greatly improving the planetarium. He hosted NOVA Scince Now for five years, served as a presidential adviser, and also makes frequent appearances in the Daily Show with Jon Stewart and the Colbert Report. He's written a lot of books, like Death by Black Hole and Other Cosmic Quandarie and The Pluto Files: The Rise and Fall of America's Favorite Planet.

Neil deGrasse Tyson was the one to declare Pluto a dwarf planet instead of a regular planet (perhaps his only fault), but what he's most famous for is his ability to explain complicated science concepts in a way that's easy to understand.

He also has a lot of opinions about religion, spirituality, and God. He  was an eyewitness to the 9-11 attack. He has the awesomest ties that have space and planets on them.

The thing I admire the most about him is how passionate he is about Astrophysics, and how much he knows about it. I mean, he actually knows everything about space. If I don't become a Rabbi or Shakespearean actress or author or journalist or archaeologist or teacher, I definitely want to be him when I grow up.


Here's him, talking, being awesome, like he always is.


Neil deGrasse Tyson is my favorite.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

EVERYTHING.

Today I want to talk about God.

Yep. G-d. Adonai. Allah. The big guy. You know.

The reason this came into my head was because I was helping out in my mom's class at my Sunday school, and one of them asked something, like, "How do we even know that the Torah is real?" and the my mom and the other adult helping her didn't really know how to explain it, and then I realized that most people in my tiny little Synagogue community don't actually believe in God so much, and then I started thinking about that, and it all sort of spiraled into this existential crisis of questions and religion and AUUUUGGHHHGHGHHG and EVERYTHING.

So I thought that I'd share it with you all.

First of all, let me be clear; I don't actually care whether or not you believe in God. I think it's absolutely fantastic that people are willing to question the status quot and make their own decisions about whether or not they believe in God and that it's completely accepted.

I do care when people who believe vehemently in their religion try to make other people believe vehemently in their religion. No one should tell anyone else what to think or how to think it, and I feel like that especially applies to religion.

But, as my dad said (because I talk to my parents, okay??), if your religion says that everyone must think something or else they'll be punished for all eternity, wouldn't you be doing other people a favor by trying to convert them to your religion?

So if you're a kindly old person who goes door-to-door to distribute pamphlets, that's probably okay. If you're the Westboro Baptist Church and you're picketing dead soldiers funerals, that's technically okay as well. With free speech and all that. (Hi, Ms. Cullen!)

So where does one draw the line? How much freedom can people when practicing their religions?

It's like all of Locke, Rousseau, and Montesquieu, (Hi, Mr. Freeman!) in that you have the freedom to do whatever you want as long as it doesn't infringe on other people's rights to do what they want. That seems pretty reasonable, I guess.

But should there be universal rights and wrongs? Like, being nice to someone should always be good, and kiling someone should always be bad. But then if you think about it, there could even be qualifiers for that. 

Also, believing in God or a particular religion or something gives you a set of beliefs to fall back upon. And that's really important, at least for me. I think that everyone has, or at least should have, something that they believe in that trumps everything else. This value system can keep them going when they feel particularly hopeless or cause hthem to stand up for something they believe in.

I think, too, that the reason why people disagree is not really because one person is right and one is wrong, but because they have different core values. It would be impossible for them to agree, so I think the sooner we understand this, accept this, and move past it, the sooner the world might be a better place.

Having decided that, and also having realized that there is no real answer to any of these questions, I had some tea and watched Doc Martin for the rest of the day.


These are just some thoughts. You don't really need to agree or disagree with me. I'm just talking.

End rant.

If you're somewhat interested, you can also watch this vlog brothers viseo. Because they're awesome, and it applies. So yeah.