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Yay - making Barbies with a Skype line open, listening to pseudomonas playing lute music. Which he does rather nicely. It's practically like having a troubador outside one's tower.

Little visual awesomes

Look at the bubbles thrown up by the heart in the bottom of the cup. Isn't that awesome?

Pink paint in purple paint.

Sometimes I see excellent moonrises from my window. This moon was really pink, but I'm not a good enough photographer to catch that. But still, pretty fine.

How a soferet knows it's spring...

When it starts getting warmer, one's parchment wakes up and remembers what it used to be. You can tell it's a hot day when it stops lying nice and flat, and starts trying to go back to being a cow.

Certainly keeps life interesting. And besides, it's another of those powerful reminders that like it or no, rabbinic Jews are part of a world where people use animals for their own ends - and that that has implications.

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Popularly famed as the middle letter of the Torah, the letter vav in gahon - Leviticus 11:42 - is writ large.

It's not actually the middle letter, but it's near-ish to the middle, and it looks good, and we've been doing it that way since ever, so heck.

Be that as it may, Shir Tikvah's Torah is actually 56% complete. Creeping up on the goal...

Fun with taggin

The little crowns on top of the letters. Normally the middle one is the highest, the left one the lowest, and the right one in between, but just occasionally one allows oneself a bit of fun.

Rainbow taggin

Magnetic taggin getting pulled up by the ayin above

Taggin leaning out of the way

Splosh! splosh!

...splosh, splosh!

Blotted Torah

A rather good picture of a blot, if I do say so myself. Torah ink is interestingly three-dimensional.

The blot won't be allowed to stay there; here is the post on how I fix such things.

And a bit of misc

Things you don't want to come across when you're fixing a Torah, part 1: places where some scribe before you has done something really bad like blobbing ink all over Divine Names and hoping no-one will notice not noticing.

Scribal silliness. Well look, when you've got to stretch out something in a line, it might as well be the words for "stretched out," no?

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There you go. I promised you some Torah posts, and that was four all in one evening. And I've got one brewing on what exactly chopsticks have to do with the haftarah for parashat Behukotai, which is rather more thoughtful; that'll be along later this week, all being well.