It’s a miracle! A friend of mine prayed for Boboh’s safe return at the Kotel in Jerusalem yesterday and guess what….Boboh was found hours later behind some sheets of dry wall near my apartment building. He was missing for 48 hours. The power of prayer!
Boboh is missing. Boboh is my 2.5 year old cat of questionable intelligence (seriously he is developmentally delayed) and for yet to be explained reasons has runaway. After speaking with each of our neighbors and accusing them of catnapping we (my brother and I) think we spotted him coming into the our backyard via the “rape lot” fence entrance. The Rape Lot is actually just a parking lot where sketchy vehicles & characters can be found. It is also a place that I keeps tabs on from my bedroom window just in case I can be used as a witness (it is an up and coming Brooklyn area) in a criminal trial. Continue reading
I’ve been on strike from resuming to “normal life” since I returned from my adventures in Israel. Having said that I am reminded on a daily basis how dire in need I am of a routine in order to be my most proactive self. Routine…I wish I could say it was overrated but the ADD begs to differ. Two weeks ago I applied for re-admittance to a college as this appears to be the perfect time in my life to resume my studies and finally finish my BA. I found out I was accepted this morning and feel like this is perhaps the clarity I prayed for at the Kotel last month. I was hoping the clarity would be found more in the area of romance… Sigh. Maybe it has and I just don’t want to accept it. Continue reading
I’ve started to collect Haggadahs (im/ot/?) and just received an awesome one from Asufa Haggadah that I ordered last week. Apparently every year a group of Israeli artists come together and publish a new edition. Each artist takes on a few pages creating a unique visual Seder journey. Downside: it is entirely in Hebrew…upside: a great way to practice my Hebrew.
I’m still figuring out if this kind of Haggadah can be used during a Seder or if it’s more for artistic pleasure…which brings me to my next question; do all Haggadahs used during a Seder need to be the same or can anyone follow along and read from various versions?
The google definition of the word plague is as follows; (verb): to cause continual stress or trouble to. I seem to be in at least a partially self induced plague. 1 part medicinal (sore throat) and 1 part escape (heart break) I have spent the last few days chugging cherry cough syrup crying out bitter diatribes and watching television reruns ala Netflix in an effort to just numb my all too real 35 years old reality. Continue reading
After an emotional goodbye and 14 hours of flying on a craptastic Russian airline…I arrived back in New York City. My adventure in Israel was over. Three of my friends surprised me with signs at the airport which temporarily changed my “F-the world” disposition and we headed home via yellow cab to Brooklyn. I chatted with the AT&T operator who exemplified the definition of customer service while she restored my cell phone service and once home broke open the bottle of arak to share. Everything seemed different...foreign. Strange what two months away can do. I spoke in broken Hebrew (which was nothing new) and resisted yelling out “anglit” when hearing others speak English on the street while walking to dinner.
My final weekend in Israel was amazing and I’ll post about that experience later. For now I am jet lagged, set on only eating homemade Middle Eastern food (and Mexican…ohhhh how i’ve missed Mexican food!) and marinating in my memories of Israel.
Disclaimer: I don’t want Shiksa-ism to take a solid politic stance…I want it to be a political safe space for people of all opinions to engage each other in respectful debate…not to mention that I am still figuring out my views.
Mr. Bibi Netanyahu does not speak for all of Israel or all Jews.
While living in Israel over the past few months I learned to take my opinion of Middle Eastern politics down a notch. I don’t know enough, I don’t live in Israel (or a surrounding nation) most policies don’t effect my life and things are…complicated. Continue reading
As I read from the Book of Esther (from the comfort of my couch) last night I found myself asking “why is the focus not more on Mordechai as the real hero of Purim vs. the much celebrated Esther”?
Put aside for the moment that he pimped out his adopted daughter to the King and focus on the fact that because of him we still have a peoplehood. Continue reading
Despite my boyfriend’s protesting I have settled on dressing up as an “Israeli super hero”. This includes accessories like an Israeli flag cape, Haredi hat (faux curls hang at the side) and a realistic looking machine and cap gun (IDF meets American West?). As such “toys” are banned in NYC (maybe the entire USA?) I am taking full advantage of their use here. Continue reading
I took my 4th trip (?) to Jerusalem today and once again it was just …mind boggling.
Today’s agenda featured Yad Vashem (so powerful that even a robot feels something after a visit), Theodore Herzl‘s tomb (I also purchased a hipster Herzl meets Andy Warhol iPhone 5 case), The Kotel (always special) aaaaaaaand I learned “shesh besh” (which I insist on calling “yesh besh”). Continue reading