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Best Thanksgivukkah Gifts for 2013 (You Have 70,000 Years Till the Next One)

Posted by The Bay Area Crew, November 24, 2013 07:38pm | Post a Comment

This year, the first day of Hanukkah (25 of Kislev) happens to fall of Thanksgiving. It’s a big day for latkes hanukkah chanukah cat memeAmerican Jews and the people who love them (and their food). We might as well go all out this time because this fortuitous collision of dates apparently won’t happen again for another 70,000 years, and we may be busy then.

So here we are in a double bind: Thanksgivukkah meal extravaganza to plan (sweet potato latkes? Matzo stuffing?) AND eight crazy nights of gifts for the fam! Zorg zich nit, we’ve got you covered. Here are a few gift ideas you can pick up at Amoeba or order online at Amoeba.com (free shipping to the U.S.)!

 

For the Music Lovers:

-- Anything on the Idelsohn Society label, particularly Twas The Night Before Hanukkah. This two-CD set celebrates the duel role of Hanukkah and Christmas music. With songs by Woody Guthrie, the Ramones, Bob Dylan, Dinah Shore, The Klezmatics, Sammy Davis Jr., Mickey Katz, and so many more.

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(In which Job engages in back-breaking work.)

Posted by Job O Brother, June 1, 2009 01:55pm | Post a Comment
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Does the glowing spine make me look fat?

The crippling pain hasn’t exactly ruined my week. My new toy has, after all, given new life to my hobby: collecting all music in the world… except for maybe Van Halen. Let me back up a bit…

Ha! “Back up.” You see, five days ago my back gave out while I was in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, battling La Alianza Triángulo de Oro – more specifically, I was in the middle of a back-alley shoot-out with that rascal, V.C. Fuentes (or, as I like to call him El Caca Bigote, which just drives him nuts!).

As we all know, you never want to fire your M4 carbine with your weaker arm, but it was past lunch time, I hadn’t eaten, and an orphaned child I had just rescued from the local orfanato offered me a fresh sopaipilla which I wasn’t about to let go stale; so I was mackin' on that with my right arm, shooting with my left and, just as I was about to send Fuentes to see his own fatal plastic surgeon, I felt a spring go loose in my back.

“Uh-oh,” I thought, and I was right.

So, for the last half-week I’ve been popping Advil like they were Skittles and walking like I was 99. My boyfriend, sensitive care-giver that he is, has taken it upon himself to make endless jokes about my situation, just to make sure I keep laughing. At least, I think that’s why he does it.

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Does this statue of Æthelswith make me look fat?

My new toy is an external hard-drive with something like 99 hergozapazillogabytes of memory (give or take 2 hurquatzobytes). This will, hopefully, be enough to contain what can only be described as an obscene CD collection. In addition to this, I have recently purchased a portable turn-table (from, eh-hem, Amoeba Music) with a USB component which will allow me to transfer all my vinyl into a digital format, just as soon as I get written permission from any and all applicable copyright owners of the music. (Eh-hem again.)