Blogging since 2.0 was a thing
In which I look at the OU’s lobbying goals in Trenton — and how they fit into the broader picture of yeshiva and public school funding. Tl;Dr: They’re no longer allying themselves with the school choice movement. And they can succeed in year-over-year budget victories for decades before making an impact on the state budget or the cost of tuition.
Day schools at the table
OU’s Maury Litwack serves on governor’s transition committee (Jewish Standard)
Mice genetically engineered to be mean fighting machines help beat back sexism in science.
That’s the gist of this exciting new paper co-authored by my favorite lab scientist, Dr. Yael G..
She has long been studying why some mice who are bullied seem to get depressed, while others are resilient. (Seem because these are mice, not people, but most of the signs are there.) All the studies have used male mice. Which is a problem, since depression in humans is not gender neutral.
The thing is, the technique used to bully mice into depression doesn’t work on female rats, because male mice don’t naturally bully female mice. Enter genetic engineering, which produces mice who can be programmed to beat up on female mice (as well as inanimate objects).
Full details, including sex-based differences in what sort of living arrangements will best depress bullied mice, here
'Putting a quote in here is great.'
"Democracy dies in darkne– Sorry, what? Oh, sure, we can turn the cameras off if you'd like. No problem!"
— Kevin M. Kruse (@KevinMKruse) June 26, 2017
Urban Institute: Implications of Partial Repeal of the ACA through Reconciliation
Center for Budget and Policy Priorities: Eliminating Two ACA Medicare Taxes Means Very Large Tax Cuts for High Earners and the Wealthy
Mazel Tov to the Forward for recording Daniel Kahn’s brilliant “transdaption” of the Leonard Cohen classic.
Reprinted from this week’s Jewish Standard.
On Shabbat morning, August 8, 2015, my mother died. On Sunday, October 16, her gravestone will be unveiled. Here is the eulogy I delivered at her funeral.
“My mother, my teacher,” is how we refer to our mothers when we pray for their blessing in the Grace after Meals.
My mother unquestionably was my earliest teacher, but those earliest lessons date from long before my memories coalesced. What I can remember, though, what stands out for me, and what I want to share, is what my mother taught me in her final months of cancer and illness, through both example and conversation.
