Crackadidlioso

Sammy, my younger brother, has decided to follow the path of my uncle Danny and I – to become a blogger! He started a WordPress.com blog on the topic of ClubPenguin (click here to see it), a video game he and his friends play. So far, he’s got a couple of posts and a few hits. Today he was complaining about not having enough hits and that his blog isn’t popular enough, and I told him that I’ve been blogging for about two years, and it wasn’t till pretty recently people started reading my blog. Besides (this is gonna sound corny), it’s not about fame or popularity, it’s about the writing. If he enjoys writing, then he should blog. If you’re blogging to “become famous on ClubPenguin so everybody goes ‘Whoa look, it’s that guy!’ when they see you,” you’re blogging for the wrong reason – in my opinion.

On Monday, I started a new tradition: Songs Of The Week. One of the bands I featured was Deerhoof, a group from San Francisco, who I really, really like. I’ve known about them for.. years, ever since my dad introduced them to me. Greg Saunier, the drummer, is one of my favorites. He is so creative! He uses two ride symbols as a hybrid hi-hat (GENIUS), and shares my passion for simple, practical drum sets.

After school today, we went to the ‘burbs for a meeting with my Bar Mitzvah DJ. I told them I don’t really like “popular music,” and I’m more into.. well, things kids my age don’t really listen to. I’m okay with some rap, but I wouldn’t listen to it on my own. That said, I don’t really have a choice; there needs to be some generic radio music – “plastic music,” I like to call it – on the playlist, or else some (most) people won’t like the party. I GUESS I’LL JUST HAVE TO DEAL. It’s okay, though, because the DJ’s are really nice and they understand.

When we got home from suburbia, my mom had me try on my great grandfathers tallis. We wanted to see if I should wear it for my Bar Mitzvah. I probably will, but it needs to be dry cleaned. A bajillion years of closets/coffee stains means it’s really dirty. Anyway, my mom started crying when I tried it on. What?! I can’t imagine what she’ll be like when I’m actually in my Bar Mitzvah suit, wearing my tallis, and chanting Torah. Oy vey.