Paging Dr. Diana!...Paging Rabbi Josh!

Seeing as the blog has coded twice in the last week, I think a last will and testament is in order. I collectively bequeath all of our grammatical knowledge and literary creativity to Shmulik, a president who, suprisingly, is at a serious loss for putting English words together coherently in a grammatically-correct sentence. Eizeh why why why?

Let Me Inspire You!

Dear All,

I noticed that the blog is fading slowly, sadly. I happen to like it, and (for those of you who don't know me) I am also a SOY lifer.

I asked Josh to invite me, and I hope that my first post will serve as inspiration to the SOYBlogosphere to continue in its important work of notifying the world of the happenings of the individuals who make up the backbone of YU, the volunteers of SOY and SOY Seforim Sale, Inc.

So, post on, SOY Bloggers (or should I say Sloggers?)! The world must hear your voices!

Yours Truly,

Seth

Look who's back, back again, Tabak's back...

After an exhausting day I finally exited the SUV whose license plate said 'fresh' and had dice on the mirror to once again set foot on the terra firma that is Washington Heights. As I unloaded my mutliple accessories and was slowly trudging along I was assailed by a roving group of nasty locals. There was pointing, giggling, and even name-calling. And these weren't just any locals, with whom most YU-goers are acclimated, these were the worst of the worst, the ubiquitious brand of locals that have replaced the French during the summer's balmy humidity: post-Stern hockers. I tried to fend them off with wittiness and charm, but, alas! to no avail. I bid you all beware lest you all become attacked without previous provocation. YU-goers unite against this everpresent, growing menace! Where's security when you need them most?