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contours provocations
journal - 2001-0328 - wed 2000 Gourd-headed; Jewish Food; Jumper Weather wise, it was worse today than yesterday. It was actually colder with more wind, and it drizzled on and off. No doubt because of my sinus infection, my head felt like an empty gourd all day. If I moved a certain way, I could hear what sounded like beans rattling. I expected a family of purple martins to zip in and take residence at any moment. I thought of going to the annual bazaar today at the local synagogue. The primary appeal is the wonderful food. Alas, my financial status was such that I didn't have the cash. And I doubted if they took plastic. Several years ago when I went, I sat enjoying my lunch and listening to an elderly lady at a nearby table. She said as a child she absolutely hated Jewish food. But in her teens she had a traditional meal at a friend's house and loved it. She said she finally figured out the problem: her mother and aunt were terrible cooks! Last night I was too wired to sleep, so I finished re-reading one of my favorite books: "Jumper" by Steven Gould. It's the story of 17-year-old Davy who one day in an attempt to escape his abuse father discovers he can teleport. Later, he sees his mother for the first time in years. But then she is tragically killed in a plane hijacking. Davy vows to revenge her death by eliminating the terrorists. In the process he comes to attention of the American government who are eager to utilize his talent. Although this sounds grim, there are many moments of humor. In one encounter with the feds: Davy: "I have just one thing to say, then. And I hope you'll report it to your superiors, of whom there must be many." PAX!
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