Around Day 2 of Operation Eternal Passover (begun a day early at my parents’ New Jersey home because of Shabbat), it hit me: there were 36 hours left until I could use my computer. Even then, I would need to add another hour to allow for post-Yom Tov travel time from NJ to NYC.
Not that I’m addicted, mind you. I’m perfectly capable of going a day or two without Internet, without AIM, MSN, Yahoo! Messenger, perusing Bloglines, or obsessively checking my fifty-seven email accounts. I’m even able to go without Jewlicious. Not that I choose that Internet-free existence often (and yes, mostly on Shabbat and Yom Tov), but that doesn’t necessarily translate to a Betty Fordable Addiction. I can quit anytime I want.
But I do admit to having had impure, technology-tainted thoughts over chag…I dreamed of liveblogging the seders, and comparing my accounts with others from my Jewlicious colleagues: I wondered what CK’s Sephardic sedarim looked like, and whether he’d have anything to contribute to my family’s annual academic contemplation titled “I Wish We Were Sephardic So That We Could Eat Kitniyot.” I wondered where Laya was for chag, and whether she was doing one seder or two this year. I wondered if TM had any cool stories of what his child did during the seder. And in contemplation of the Muffti, I was wondering what (if anything) Passover means to a self-proclaimed atheist.
Maybe it’s the channel surfer in me, but I can’t wait for teleportation technology to be developed, so I can visit other people and experience their sedarim without sacrificing the unique experience of being with my own family.
Which, just to clarify, is not to be confused with the desire to attend more seders, because two is more than enough for anyone.
How was your seder? How were your sedarim? Break the middle matzah and share with us.