The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Part of me wants to go see Munich. Part of me thinks that would be extraordinarily ill-advised. And I doubt, anyway, it's even playing where we are.

It's funny, I've always considered myself a sort of pottering-about, lackluster Zionist who's ready to yield the argument for an independent Jewish state in Israel to whatever solution costs the least total lives of any religious persuasion -- but I'm sparked and angered and somewhat offended at the idea of Spielberg at the helm of this movie. More candy-dipped, middle-ground-snuggling modern Jewish history is not what we need.


Grr bark bark.

*nonetheless shines up her one delicate fragment of Straight, for Eric Bana*

In other news, today we found a surprisingly beautiful menoyre in a Wegmans.