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Last weekend I spent a quiet, unremarkable, and relaxing Shabbat at home. I am gradually getting more into the habit of reading on a regular basis, especially on Shabbat, and today I reviewed some pages in Dawidowicz's book on the Jews of Eastern Europe, and then - with Eastern Europe fresh in my mind - picked up my copy of Michener's 'Poland' and read the first two chapters straight through.

The first chapter is set in the present day (early 1980s, during the Solidarity uprisings; the book was published in 1983) and tells the story of Buk, the fictional leader of a farmers' protest movement - potentially more dangerous to Warsaw and Moscow than Solidarity - and his opposite number from the Warsaw government, Bukowski, who turns out to be Buk's first cousin once removed.

The second chapter goes back to the Mongol / Tatar invasions of the 13th century. (The Mongols used Tatars as light cavalry support; the latter were ruthless and agile fighters, but lacked the breaching equipment of the Mongols. Although both groups were sometimes referred to generically as "Mongols", the distinction proved critical to Krzysztof's defense of Gorka Castle.) [193]
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Last week I took advantage of my unplanned vacation to take care of some routine automobile maintenance. I didn't pay a penny for the car service, but I did come home with two jackets and a shirt for 40 bucks. The car, as it turns out, is still under service contract until next August, and I have one more free oil change to use between now and then. And just as I had been thinking about looking for a good thrift store to fill out my wardrobe without emptying my wallet - lo and behold, there's Goodwill right across the street from Beaverton Nissan, staring me in the face. So I drove across and went in.

Back when I was separating from the Marine Corps (some 30+ years ago now), part of the separation package was a series of seminars to prepare you for a professional job in the civilian world. These included resume writing assistance and a "dress for success" presentation. The latter must have made an impression on me, because I remember for a couple of years after I separated, I made it a point not to leave the house wearing anything less than a jacket and dress slacks. I wanted to habituate myself to looking sharp and professional. (My ex's Syrian Jewish family, who set great store by such things, were happy to help, and donated a bunch of dress shirts and jackets to the cause. I think some of these were still in my closet up until recently.)

I don't mind spending what I need to spend for good quality, brand-new clothing off the rack; but I'm also not too proud to supplement my clothing choices with good second-hand stuff. I saw some other name brands in the shop, like Calvin Klein, plus some shirts with the ubiquitous Kirkland (Costco house brand) label. So now I've got more choices for outerwear.

Speaking of creating a professional impression, I sprung for a three-month subscription to the TopResume service, just to give it a try. That Marine Corps seminar served me well in its era, but it's safe to say that the art of resume writing today has changed substantially in the 30+ years since those days. The service includes an online resume template that you can customize.

Along with the TopResume template, I used Grok to improve my old resume's focus and marketability. I'm not a cheerleader for AI (or new technology in general; I'm a late adopter by nature), but sometimes it really is incredibly useful just to be able to tell a computer "do this" in plain language, and it just does it.

So, between the magic of AI and the benefits of a resume-writing service, I finally have a couple of updated versions of my work history that are worthy of the twenty-first-century job market.

And while today's office dress codes (especially in IT) are generally less conservative than back in the day, it's still nice to be able to present a professional appearance - on the job or off.
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Almost three weeks since my last journal entry.

The Jewish holiday season officially ended last weekend with Simchat Torah - the most joyous of Biblical holidays, but also, now, with a solemn note, because it was the day of this festival three years ago (October 7 on the civil calendar) that our enemies launched the unspeakably sadistic attack on southwestern Israel that claimed more than 1200 innocent lives.

Last week, during the Sukkot holiday, I watched the new season of Fauda (Season 5, the first post-10/7 season of the show) all the way through. Most of the season is set in the present day, with the story of Doron's risky attempt to track down one of the terrorists abroad in Marseille. But Episodes 7 and 8 are a flashback to the events of 2023, and they are the hardest to watch. The final moments of Hagit and her children (we already know from the beginning of the season that they're not going to make it) are spread out, excruciatingly, in scenes of a few minutes at a time over the two episodes. There is little graphic violence shown in the episodes, mercifully, but what we do see is quite enough. (The reality of what was done on that day is beyond description, and I will not dwell on it here.)

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In other news, my recent work assignment (which lasted for most of the last two years, with a hiatus in the first part of 2026) finally came to an end. So the first week of the post-holiday season was also my first week back in the jobseeker world. I've revamped my resume - finally, for the first time, turning to AI for help with editing and formatting (by temperament, I am not an early adopter), and I've got several promising leads already.

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We are now less than a month away from Election Day in the US, and my friends in the local chapter of Team R have been busy. We had a bit of internal drama in the past few weeks, which needn't concern us here, but the end result is that our former Vice Chair, who is an extremely effective and capable lady and active in local conservative politics, is now our Chair; and our new Vice Chair is a longtime member of the leadership team who is very knowledgeable, and a wizard with computers and data. (He also holds two or three other posts at the moment; our new Chair called him "our Marco Rubio" in reference to the popular memes.)

The big news here in Oregon is that we might stand a chance of flipping the Governor's office. Our candidate is the same lady who challenged the incumbent four years ago, and this year we are hopeful for a more favorable outcome. In any case, I will probably be digging in to do my share of calling and canvassing and so on (since it seems I've got some time on my hands!) for the next couple of weeks.

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As for personal goals, I am pleased to report that I'm starting Hebrew year 5787 with some solid progress on my weight loss goals. I'm now down to 175 lbs (that's 79 kg for you foreigners), from 185 (84 kg) where I was stuck for the longest time.

Also health-related, I took (and passed with flying colors) my VA physical, as well as my eye exam and dental cleaning. On the optical front, my vision has improved slightly since the last exam, but that's not entirely good news - it may be a side effect of the onset of cataracts. But I'll take my good news where I can get it.

So that's my world as we wrap up this week and head into new beginnings. [630]
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Time to step away from distractions and desires, and get back to what really matters.

For those who observe, have an easy and meaningful fast.
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Isaac Bashevis Singer is not shy about including dybbuks, devils, demons, and various other-worldly beings in the world of his stories (which are frequently narrated by the demon himself). In 'Black Wedding', however, most of the demons appear to exist inside of poor Hindele.

We learn at the beginning of the story that Hindele's father, Rabbi Aaron Naphtali of Tzikev, "had lost three-fourths of his followers", and that he "had strange habits" which included a preoccupation with the occult side of kabbalah. "It was known that the rabbi warred constantly with the evil ones." After fighting a long battle with the demons, Aaron Naphtali becomes ill and dies, bidding Hindele: "You must keep silent if you are to be spared." Hindele's mother dies soon after.

Hindele herself shares her father's fascination with esoteric books, and is something of a loner. She shows gender-nonconforming behavior (similar to another, much better known Singer character), fasts often, and is described as sickly and unattractive. She is an only child.

Hindele's parents might have been unconventional, but they were all she had. Now orphaned, Hindele is at the mercy of the authorities who are eager to make a union between Tzikev and neighboring Yampol. Now Hindele - young, grieving, and perhaps always a little unstable - is forced into an arranged marriage. She is literally dragged kicking and screaming to the chuppah.

The marriage is against Hindele's will, and what happens after, still more so. Forcibly raped on her wedding night, her world disintegrates. The second half of the story, told from Hindele's vantage point, describes her final battles with her demons: "Imps in the images of girls held the candles ... Hobgoblins performed all the wedding rites."

Perhaps there was some hint of dark forces in the events that plagued Aaron Naphtali, but I don't think we need to resort to supernatural explanations to understand what's happening to Hindele. In a poignant detail, the text tells us: "Strange, that although she was only one and the others were multitudes, they could not overcome her." This is the desperate fantasy of a young girl who feels profoundly powerless in the hands of merciless forces beyond her control. Believing herself bound by her father's dying request, Hindele remains silent, and so cannot even give voice to the torments she is suffering.

Hindele becomes pregnant and attempts to abort the child, which she is sure is a demon. In the end, Hindele dies in childbirth; the child is a boy.

Singer's portrayals of traditional Jewish life in the Old World are generally respectful, but are never sentimental or idealized; here, I think he is showing that he can critique the pious zealotry and obsession with communal status that can plague religious communities anywhere. [457]
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Over Shabbat I read Agnon's 'The Lady and the Peddler' and Singer's 'Black Wedding'. Interestingly, each story reminded me of certain things that I tend to associate with the other author's writing: 'Lady and Peddler' involves a seduction by a supernatural being (although in this case it's a distinctly non-Jewish vampire, not one of Singer's dybbuks), and 'Black Wedding' seemed to critique the religious community (or at least its fanatical aspects) in ways that I typically expect from the author of 'The Tale of the Scribe'. (Although here the problem isn't the groom's reticence about sex, but quite the opposite.)

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Got a couple of pings on my Match profile, but they both look like Turing test fails: sparse profile with no original text, generic photos on nondescript background (or the interior of an unfurnished apartment). I started both conversations with "Tell me something about yourself," which is a great way to start a conversation with a human being but a terrible way to start a conversation with a robot, which of course is exactly the point. People love to talk about themselves, and every real live human being is a unique person with a unique personality and set of experiences, and a unique story to tell. I'm not interested in interacting with some cybernetic phantasm that will try to hypnotize me by telling me what it thinks I want to hear. And that's why my singles profile has the disclaimer: "If you sound like a chatbot, I will assume you are a fake profile." If you are a real person, it's your job to prove it to me; and if you can't, then either you're a robot, or you're so shallow and boring that you might as well be a robot.

(I was tempted to follow up with, "Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about your mother," but nah.)

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If I ever do end up landing a movie date with an interested and appealing partner, it'll have to be something worth seeing. I am not interested in sitting through another two hours of unremitting misery. (At least Singer could have told the story with some style. "It is I, the Evil One. Let me tell you the tale of how I brought young Dov Bear Bailey to ruin by means of a cursed amulet ...".)

But for now, it's time to finish up the housework, get a haircut, and get ready for Yom Kippur. [413]
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This is the first edition of the book, originally published in 1927.  And in this first book in the legendary mystery series, the boys Frank and Joe, teenaged sons of the famous detective Fenton Hardy, don't actually solve the case (Fenton Hardy does that) - but they do provide an insight that fills in a key detail of information.

[SPOILERS FOLLOW]
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I've been expanding my reading into genre fiction outside of my accustomed fantasy / SF world: Westerns, mysteries, spy fiction, etc. I want to get a feel for how good storytelling works, within the discipline of a well-defined set of conventions and expectations. How does the author build suspense and interest, for example, or dole out information to the reader at the appropriate intervals? (L'Amour tells us first that Mart was "the closest thing Jim had to a friend", and then that Mart had six gunfight kills "that Jim knew about". We later learn that Jim himself killed a Mexican bandit, and then five of the bandit's henchmen; so if we do the math, we see that the two men seem to be about equally matched as gunfighters ... just in case Jim should prove to be something other than a friend.)

Composing the write-ups is an exercise that helps me keep my reading skills sharp: testing myself to see if I know the basics of the story - the names of the characters, the setting, the sequence of events, and in general simply the plain meaning - the p'shat as we say in Hebrew - of the story itself.

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I went to the dentist's office yesterday for a cleaning. It was an hour to do the upper right quarter of my mouth, with a fair amount of small talk with the hygeinist along the way. Conversation in a dentist's chair is, of necessity, largely a monologue: the dental professional chats about her weekend, her social life, her favorite coffee, while I respond encouragingly with "Uh-huh ... uh-huh ... oh? ... aha! ... uh-huh" and so on. In other words, it's very much like a lot of relationships I've been in.

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I've got quite an assortment of writing projects loaded on LivingWriter now, and I like the ease of navigation where you can sort the Manuscripts list by Title, Last Modified, or Created. Last Modified is useful because it puts the MS that you've most recently worked on at the top so that you can come back to it easily.

But what if you want to make sure none of your projects get neglected? I got the idea from my day job, where my work entails keeping track of the help tickets in my queue; I don't want to let any of them go unattended for too long, because my boss will see those statistics. The ticketing system (ServiceNow, affectionately known in the business as SNOW) offers several ways to sort your workload, including "oldest on top", which is the one I generally use because it lets me see at a glance which ticket has gone the longest without my attention. I wanted to apply the same principle to my writing projects, so I submitted a feature request to LW, and I heard back right away from a very nice customer service rep who said they will consider incorporating that in the next update.

They say if you aspire to write professionally, you should think of your writing as a job, and that's my way of doing it. [520]
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This story was first published in 1949 - 1950 under the name Jim Mayo. The story opens as Jim Gary, traveling solo westward for reasons not yet disclosed, encounters three men and joins them in taking shelter from an approaching thunderstorm. The sandy-haired man, apparently the leader, is Red Slagle; the big one is Tobe Langer, and the smaller one (and skilled cook) is Jeeter Dirksen. The presence of a shotgun - not normally carried by cowhands - makes Jim Gary uneasy.

The cattle all carry a fresh Double A brand, and are being driven towards the ranch of that name near Salt Creek. This, too, is odd: if the cattle are carrying the Double A brand, why are they being driven toward the place of their supposed provenance?

[SPOILERS FOLLOW]

(I could not immediately discover whether Salt Creek is a real place or not. If so, it would no doubt have been familiar to midcentury fans of the Western genre. If "half of Texas and all of New Mexico, or most of it" would lie behind Jim at the end of his westbound trip, then the location must be in southwestern New Mexico.)

A further ominous development occurs when Jim Gary, riding the second night watch (relieving Tobe Langer), spies a mysterious horseman, the stranger's face illuminated by a flash of lightning. When Jim relates this incident to the other men, they are clearly worried, though they won't say why.

(The thunderstorm, in addition to providing a general atmosphere of foreboding, serves to drive the characters together for shelter, and, through the lightning, to reveal what would otherwise have remained hidden.)

A flashback illuminates some of Jim Gary's own past. We learn that is riding west to meet his acquaintance Mart Ray at that same Double A Ranch, where Jim expects to find a job waiting for him. Mart had been a friend of Jim's father, Steve Gary, a well-known gunfighter. Mart Ray himself was also a gunfighter, with six kills "that Jim Gary knew". Mart's observation of Jim's character is that the apple seems to have fallen far from the tree, and that Jim - who readily admits to being conflict-averse - gives the appearance of being "a little bit yaller." (I love it that all the cowboys talk exactly like cowboys are supposed to talk.)

What we learn next about Jim - and what Mart doesn't know - is that shortly prior to the time of the story, Jim had found himself in a spot of trouble after dancing with a Mexican woman in a bar. (Those alluring, dangerous, foreign women again. Jim could have saved himself some trouble if he'd read his Proverbs.) This flirtation led to a gunfight with a Mexican man who came in second place in that contest, and was revealed to be the notorious Miguel Sonoma. A band of Sonoma's men then attacked Jim Gary at his ranch, and when the smoke cleared, Jim had equaled Mart's body count.

Hence, the need for Jim to make westward expeditiously. Jim, suspicious of the business of the three men, starts asking questions, and in the process his own identity is discovered - "You're that Jim Gary."

At this point, Jim realizes that his prior acquaintance with Mart Ray and the Double A might be bad for his health. However, he does have one card up his sleeve: information asymmetry. The Jim Gary that Slagle's men know is the Jim Gary that was described to them by Mart Ray ("a little yaller"), not the Jim Gary who shot down six Mexican bandits. And so, swallowing his pride (Jim is a little insecure), he realizes that it is to his tactical advantage to allow his adversaries to underestimate him.

That afternoon, Mart Ray, having ridden out from the Double A to meet them, surprises Jim Gary, just as Jim is getting a close-up look at the Double A brand freshly stamped over the Slash Four and is putting, well, two and two together. Mart Ray must have been a party to the theft of the cattle, along with the other three men. That would make himself, Jim, an accomplice. Jeeter Dirksen confides his own misgivings about the operation to Gary. That evening, the sound of a gunshot from the hills further arouses the suspicions of Jim and Jeeter, both of whom declare their intentions to quit.

The section ends with Tobe Langer and Jim Gary having words and throwing hands, at the end of which the big Tobe gets a taste of what Jim is made of (and of his own nose).

The following morning, Jim makes a discreet excursion into the hills to investigate the source of the gunshot; sure enough, he finds a dead horse and a dead man - evidently the figures he had seen before in the lightning. The horse had been stripped of its Mother Hubbard saddle (the lightweight type prized by cowboys for its usefulness on long cattle drives, named for its resemblance to the bonnet worn by pioneer women), no doubt the same saddle that Jim had spied earlier in Red's possession. Papers on the dead man's body identify him as Tom Blaze - the owner of the Slash Four.

Jim returns to Red and again expresses his intention to quit, and demands his pay immediately; questioned by Slagle, he matter-of-factly confronts Red with what he knows. Slagle, momentarily caught off guard, protests that Gary will have to wait until they arrive at Salt Creek to collect his wages when they are all paid at the Double A by Mart Ray (who by this time has disappeared again).

That afternoon, the four men are surrounded by a dozen horsemen (and one woman) who demand that they stop and surrender themselves. Jeeter Dirksen makes a run for it, but he doesn't get far. The leader of the posse is addressed by the young woman as "Uncle Dan" - he's the brother, and she the daughter, of the late Tom Blaze. They are looking for Tom's killer, and they figure they've found him.

Up until now, Jim Gary has maintained an almost Stockholm-syndrome-like effort to keep a good opinion of Mart Ray, but now he cannot escape the fact that Mart has set him up to take the punishment for the theft of the Slash Four cattle and the murder of Tom Blaze. Now it is Gary's word against that of Ray - who is now claiming never to have met Jim Gary.

The captive Gary names a distinguishing scar on Ray's body, and challenges him to remove his shirt to show it. Things happen fast after that: the cornered Ray challenges Gary to a gunfight, and learns belatedly from one of the other men that Jim Gary is the man who shot Sonoma.

In the end, Mart Ray gets his justice in lead. Red Slagle, who had been standing behind him, suffers a bullet wound, but he'll live long enough to strength-test the length of rope that the posse brought for this occasion. In a final act of decency, Slagle pays Gary his 40 dollars in wages: "By the looks of that rope, I don't reckon I'll need it."

In 'Man Riding West', the key plot point is that Jim Gary's character has evolved in the time since he was first described by Mart Ray to Slagle's men, so we (the reader) know that Jim is a more formidable adversary than either Slagle or Ray suspects. So it is universal in its appeal, I think, in that probably all of us want to believe in a stronger, more heroic, and as yet undiscovered side of ourselves, that the rest of the world does not suspect. [1284]
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It's been over a month since I posted to my online journal, but it's been a busy month, and a good one. The big news is that I've gotten settled into a daily outdoor walking and running routine, and I've been losing weight. I started with daily walks (about 20 - 30 minutes) around the beginning of August, and I didn't expect it to have a noticeable impact on my weight, but it did. After hovering around 185 lbs. for years, I'm now solidly under 180, currently around 176 - 177, and continuing to see a steady downward trend.

Daily runs, as well as walks, have now become a fixed habit, and if I don't get at least one run (and ideally two, morning and afternoon) done during the day, I feel like I'm missing something. I feel really good after running, physically and mentally, and the feeling is sustained throughout the day. I think running really does re-wire your brain in a positive way.

Also I'm getting more conscientious about housekeeping, and investing some time every day to make my apartment and bedroom a little bit more clean, tidy, decent, and fit for human habitation.

And I'm in the process of re-working my writing habits and my online presence. I've cut way back on my consumption of short-form social media (facebook and X), and I feel way better for it. My head is so much clearer. I have maintained several old-school, long-form blogs over the past 20 years or so; I've taken all of these temporarily offline, but that's a step towards a full re-launch of my online writing presence, notionally some time between the upcoming Hebrew new year and the turn of the civil year.

I have a number of writing projects in mind, and a bunch of material from past years that I've saved and would like to edit and re-work into a polished, presentable form. (Much of this stuff has appeared on my LiveJournal / Dreamwidth pages.) Possibly I'll create one location for my creative writing (fiction), another for write-ups of books I've read, and perhaps another for essays.

To help me organize all this material, and to facilitate creating new stuff, I've been migrating my old writing to LivingWriter, which I highly recommend. (I'm composing this entry on LW now.) LW offers a browser interface, a mobile app, and a desktop client (which is useful if you have limited internet access, or simply prefer to take your computer offline to avoid distractions while you compose). You get a real-time word count display and word count tools, grammar and style tools, and access to a number of writing templates such as the Save The Cat model.

What all of this means is that I'm focusing on slowing down when I compose, so that I can be more meaningfully productive and create something that I'm happy with, and that other people might find worth reading. [488]

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