Spoonful of Humor
It was the second night of Hanukkah and the house was full of her excited grandchildren, who shrieked and wailed and chattered like the construction crew that worked on the Tower of Babel. Was it totally random, the old lady wondered, or was there a script for this bedlam? I shouldn't be so cranky, she reasoned. But twelve kids - some exultant with their gifts, some complaining - could shatter the glass in the windows.
Funsmith
Hello again, Mr. Funsmith. First of all, how are you already? And before I forget, thanks for your insightful, dast I say, brilliant comments about that whole Fun IQ thing. Fun. Fun way to think about fun. Intelligent, even. So, I thought, since we're corresponding already with such productivity, that I'd ask maybe if you could delve a little into this "deep fun" thing you spend the whole article talking about. When it comes to deep, what kinds of fun do you think are really deep, if you know what I mean, and I really hope you do.
Adventure Rabbi
At this time of year, when the sun sinks faster and the nights grow longer and colder, Jews around the world commemorate, through narrative and ritual, the ancient story of Chanukah - a tale of our forbears' triumph on the battlefield and of the miracle of oil when the Temple was reconsecrated. For eight nights, we illumine our homes with light. We exchange gifts. We sing songs that celebrate our survival.