Bus 67 detour

Reflections.

Underground surrealism: Rebbe is poring wine while a JEM flick of him doing the same is running in the background.

Life and death situation.

Inevitably someone in Crown Heights will ask me about the number of hits this blog gets. I find the question perplexing. It is all about content not the number of hits. But then again Lubavitch culture is all about obsession with participatory exaggeration, "hamoney am" junk.

On the subject of detour, every time I visit 770, I always see Hazanchick, Butman and asserted Gabays talking in a small circle with a sense of conspiratorial agitation. I have to say that this is the most annoying comical little 770 vignette, it's ridiculous. They just need few Poltoraks to complete the buffoonery.

The Youth - lifeless and tired, mumbling written words. When I got off the bus 67 in Crown Heights, the first person I run into was Matisyahu coming out of the Lefferts mikvah with a towel, wearing a Yechi yarmulke. I wished him a good year.