My mom has recently remembered that she is Jewish--reminded, no doubt, by the faculty at the yeshiva she's teaching at again this year. This is cute for a variety of reasons, only some of them sacrilicious (mmmm... sacrilicious!): she wears hats and long black skirts to work, she feels the need to duck down whilst riding in the car (not driving; we don't have one of those [American] robot cars) on Shabbos if she thinks anyone she knows might see her, and she put mini-yamulkes on each of her fake dogs, including Puddin', which is her female fake dog. And cetera. We went to Yom Kippur services on Friday night and came back and had a nice theological family discussion. I enjoy my family's discussions a lot more now that they're either about theology or how much we hate the Bush administration. The topic of free will necessarily came up, specifically in relation to the holiday and the theme of repentance. It's tough to wrap your head around repentance if you don...