What’s Not to Like?

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The Workmen’s Circle and Jewish Current presents

Jews, Arts, and Activism

How do Jewish identity, art, and commitments of conscience intersect?

This question will be explored in panels and performances at Jews, Arts, and Activism, a conference presented by Jewish Currents magazine and The Workmen’s Circle / Arbeter Ring. Featuring a dizzying cast of cutting-edge artists: Daniel Blacksberg ∙ Lawrence Bush ∙ Adrienne Cooper ∙ Ian Dreiblatt ∙ Jewlia Eisenberg ∙ Sara Felder ∙ Lisa Gallatin ∙ Jerry Goralnick and Lois Kagan Mingus ∙ Nada Gordon ∙ Susan Griss ∙ Vanessa Hidary ∙ Irena Klepfisz ∙ Psoy Korolenko ∙ Jennifer Miller ∙ Jenny Romaine ∙ Basya Schechter ∙ Conference Organizer: Dana Schneider

Conference and Party: Sunday, October 28 at 45 East 33rd Street (6 train to 33)

Join us for the Conference at 2 pm

Stay for the Evening Program at 6:30 pm

Cocktails, hors d’oeuvres, and astounding live acts.

At the cocktail reception/benefit performance The Moishe Katz Award for Contributions to Yiddish Culture and Jewish Secularism will be presented to Peter Pepper, labor activist and WC/AR President.

The price of admission is $30 for WC/AR members, $36 for non-members ($18 workshops or evening only).

With questions, for more information, or to register please contact Dana Schneider at (212) 889-6800 ext 271 or dschneider@circle.org.

www.jewishcurrents.org

www.circle.org

A butterfly in the throat

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I’m reading Stefan Kanfer’s wonderful Stardust Lost: The Triumph, Tragedy, and Mishugas of the Yiddish Theater in America. From page 104: “In 1910, some wag labeled New York City the nation’s thyroid gland. It was both a put-down and a compliment.” In a non-localized, online world, is this still the case?

Why is my thyroid behaving like the stock market in 2000? Maybe it’s genetic. My grandmother had hypothyroidism so severe that she had to be hospitalized. Her thyroid just stopped working completely. Or… does stress affect thyroid function, spiralling it ever lower? Wondering.

Such a tiny little butterfly of a gland!

Hoping the new dose will bring on new poems, more home couture, and so on. At the moment I haven’t the urge to be or do anything more than a coiled shrimp. Except maybe that I want to cry, and I don’t think shrimp weep much. Or do they? Perhaps it’s not given for us to know.