Its the Road Trip themed vacation. Rent a car and visit 7 states and a district in 2 weeks.
Why is the plane scheduled to leave an hour earlier than originally planned? SO that it can sit at the gate for an hour and a half due to technical difficulties which I am sure were directly related to the limited movie selections.
How can anyone not bring provisions on a flight? Our passenger buddy (hardly) slept for most of the day flight and then looked at her manicured nails for 3 hours while waiting for a diet coke. Do those flight attendant call buttons actually work on El Al? Yes they do, but only when you have fallen back asleep. I then told the kind stewardess (can I write that without offending anyone) that she wanted a water. When Princessa awoke she drank it up. Hydration dear girl, and not teeth-eating acid juice is the way of the traveller.
Breakfast choices. "Eggs or Pleaches?" Ma? Of course I have had the peaches breakfast before but I had to clarify. What is it in Hebrew? "Blinches." Ah yes, blintzes. That word should definitely be taught at Berlitz.
On the road again tomorrow...
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
Wonder Woman
Okay, I can't find the article about Rabbis forbidding the wearing of the promiscuous color red. But that pretty much sums up their claim.
And now a heroine who wore red and some personal validation...
With the help of (way-in-syndicate TV shows) file sharing, we watched Wonder Woman. She is always saving the day. It was pointed out to me that some of her special powers are merely sound effects, but nevertheless I think anyone who can keep her bosom in a strapless super-leotard is a superhero. So this episode was THE episode. Hitler (yemach shmo) was cloned by a Dr. who specialized in regeneration. Anyway, the point is I had tried to explain to my Hebrew school class that this episode existed and they all laughed at me. (Did they think I nightmared that one up?) And behold here it was on our "TV".
For the record, we do not have a TV, nor a tuner, so the TV tax people should send their mailings to someone else.
And now a heroine who wore red and some personal validation...
With the help of (way-in-syndicate TV shows) file sharing, we watched Wonder Woman. She is always saving the day. It was pointed out to me that some of her special powers are merely sound effects, but nevertheless I think anyone who can keep her bosom in a strapless super-leotard is a superhero. So this episode was THE episode. Hitler (yemach shmo) was cloned by a Dr. who specialized in regeneration. Anyway, the point is I had tried to explain to my Hebrew school class that this episode existed and they all laughed at me. (Did they think I nightmared that one up?) And behold here it was on our "TV".
For the record, we do not have a TV, nor a tuner, so the TV tax people should send their mailings to someone else.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Musings of the Week
Ants, ants everywhere...They are said to never cross a chalk line. So get your chalk out and draw the line.
Here's the problem, on which side do I draw the line? Maybe around myself? Or maybe around the whole darn building.
What I really want to write about (and I will) are my various musings. This time they will get on the blog before Shabbat. I even took notes.
Childhood foods. These past few days I wanted a Safta (grandmother in Hebrew) creation of sour cream, cottage cheese, and fresh fruit. I subbed yogurt for the sour cream and added a bit of maple syrup for the white sugar. Yummy. The drop in temperature caused me to seek raw sun rays outdoors. I set up on the stone wall out front of the apartment and ate my (lower in fat) delicacy. Mom called and I bookmarked my page. A gorgeous black cat asked to have some of the dairy treat. I obliged. A beautiful moment that spanned an hour. Dr. Dolittle, a man in orange doing Tai Chi near the far bench and a young boy doing imaginary work on the cement while his loving grandmother looked on. I looked up to the entrances and thought of SIMS. If I could control this building... for one I would not allow the downstairs neighbor to smoke in the stairwell or out her window or at all...only because it violates my personal space. More importantly though, if it were the SIMS, I would know what-the-hey the Thailandi neighbors are doing after midnight and every Friday afternoon, sounds like carpentry but I seriously doubt it.
Elevator Etiquette. So all this week I frequented an oblong elevator. How does one stand in one of those? It fit two people across and four people deep and there were only 2 floors! Did I mention the mirror? I took the stairs.
Men packing heat. It turns me on.
Next time:
Seeing the color red...
Here's the problem, on which side do I draw the line? Maybe around myself? Or maybe around the whole darn building.
What I really want to write about (and I will) are my various musings. This time they will get on the blog before Shabbat. I even took notes.
Childhood foods. These past few days I wanted a Safta (grandmother in Hebrew) creation of sour cream, cottage cheese, and fresh fruit. I subbed yogurt for the sour cream and added a bit of maple syrup for the white sugar. Yummy. The drop in temperature caused me to seek raw sun rays outdoors. I set up on the stone wall out front of the apartment and ate my (lower in fat) delicacy. Mom called and I bookmarked my page. A gorgeous black cat asked to have some of the dairy treat. I obliged. A beautiful moment that spanned an hour. Dr. Dolittle, a man in orange doing Tai Chi near the far bench and a young boy doing imaginary work on the cement while his loving grandmother looked on. I looked up to the entrances and thought of SIMS. If I could control this building... for one I would not allow the downstairs neighbor to smoke in the stairwell or out her window or at all...only because it violates my personal space. More importantly though, if it were the SIMS, I would know what-the-hey the Thailandi neighbors are doing after midnight and every Friday afternoon, sounds like carpentry but I seriously doubt it.
Elevator Etiquette. So all this week I frequented an oblong elevator. How does one stand in one of those? It fit two people across and four people deep and there were only 2 floors! Did I mention the mirror? I took the stairs.
Men packing heat. It turns me on.
Next time:
Seeing the color red...
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
The Other Journal
I wrote 4 pages in my journal last night(!) when I couldn't sleep. I wrote about the state of things: my work, my moods, my fears and of course the weather. Why, praytell could I not write those innermost feelings to you out there in cyberspace? Because I knew it was passing, and well...suffice it to say that a pen with indigo ink and lined paper bound in a decorative cover is where the deep stuff can be safely stored.
I cried a bit the next morning and talked it out and felt better. Piped in music : It's All Right to Cry... (Free2Be)
And while my hands-on artistry is not sprouting, web links are ensuring that color and texture (albeit 2D), are alive and well. http://www.i-am-bored.com
I bring you... me, SP style.
I cried a bit the next morning and talked it out and felt better. Piped in music : It's All Right to Cry... (Free2Be)
And while my hands-on artistry is not sprouting, web links are ensuring that color and texture (albeit 2D), are alive and well. http://www.i-am-bored.com
I bring you... me, SP style.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
A Day of Significance
'tis the last 20 minutes of that little known holiday(?), Groundhog Day. Of course, I celebrated by watching the movie of the same name. I really enjoy the movie, every time, no matter how repetitious it may seem. (And the report from Punxatawney Phil is 6 more weeks of winter! North America.) http://life.us.newsfutures.com/market/market.html?symbol=ESHADOWY
Today would be a great day to repeat over and over for some of us out there in Blogland and Bloglessville. Engagements, baby namings, and... our anniversary. Many ask, which one is it, because it seems as though we have been together forever,... in a good way. But it is only 1 year since the Wanetik wedding bash and our "10 years" worth of stuff on display and the toilet seat cover and matching bathmat would not support that reality one bit. The honey drizzle year has come to a close and we return to salting our Sabbath challah. But let a tear not fall, we have many simchas in this upcoming year and we will eat honey at their tables, or ours if they accept our invitations except of course for our vegan duo, maybe maple syrup is okay?
Today also has the opposite significance assigned to it, the passing of my cousin Menachem. I did not know him well but I know he was a great man. The extended family will come together tomorrow at his funeral. Births, bar/bat mitzvahs, weddings, and funerals- the life cycle. (There are also the "snipping"s but my endearing term didn't fit in that list.)
And so, we start off our anniversary day, Kaf Daled (24) Shevat, apart and come together to mourn for a passing while sharing life and our memories.
Then we will drive to Tiveria to relish in an extravagant anniversary meal courtesy of our Oregonian chum.
We will remember that we have reached this day in this land because of the sacrifices of our families. And we thank them.
Today would be a great day to repeat over and over for some of us out there in Blogland and Bloglessville. Engagements, baby namings, and... our anniversary. Many ask, which one is it, because it seems as though we have been together forever,... in a good way. But it is only 1 year since the Wanetik wedding bash and our "10 years" worth of stuff on display and the toilet seat cover and matching bathmat would not support that reality one bit. The honey drizzle year has come to a close and we return to salting our Sabbath challah. But let a tear not fall, we have many simchas in this upcoming year and we will eat honey at their tables, or ours if they accept our invitations except of course for our vegan duo, maybe maple syrup is okay?
Today also has the opposite significance assigned to it, the passing of my cousin Menachem. I did not know him well but I know he was a great man. The extended family will come together tomorrow at his funeral. Births, bar/bat mitzvahs, weddings, and funerals- the life cycle. (There are also the "snipping"s but my endearing term didn't fit in that list.)
And so, we start off our anniversary day, Kaf Daled (24) Shevat, apart and come together to mourn for a passing while sharing life and our memories.
Then we will drive to Tiveria to relish in an extravagant anniversary meal courtesy of our Oregonian chum.
We will remember that we have reached this day in this land because of the sacrifices of our families. And we thank them.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
a bit of time, a bit of space
What you should know before reading on...
1. The bus lines #14 and #18 share four bus stops on their respective routes.
2. This may not be my best work but makes an interesting point nonetheless.
While waiting at the bus stop for the #14, not one, not two, but three #18s passed me by. A lady got on one of them. I know this because the #14 finally arrived and three bus stops later, we picked her up again. I know it was the same lady because she was wearing a jacket that could only be described best by Troy, one of my college housemates, "Her jacket looks like a rainbow threw up on her!"
Are you following this?
So I thought, maybe she got on the wrong bus and asked the driver about her destination and he then told her to wait at this last shared stop for the line she needed. She was on the same side of the road so she gained distance. But she did not gain time.
I thought briefly about the relationship between distance and time but not for long because it was way too analytical for the midday moment.
Does this particular post need more explanation? Comments encouraged.
1. The bus lines #14 and #18 share four bus stops on their respective routes.
2. This may not be my best work but makes an interesting point nonetheless.
While waiting at the bus stop for the #14, not one, not two, but three #18s passed me by. A lady got on one of them. I know this because the #14 finally arrived and three bus stops later, we picked her up again. I know it was the same lady because she was wearing a jacket that could only be described best by Troy, one of my college housemates, "Her jacket looks like a rainbow threw up on her!"
Are you following this?
So I thought, maybe she got on the wrong bus and asked the driver about her destination and he then told her to wait at this last shared stop for the line she needed. She was on the same side of the road so she gained distance. But she did not gain time.
I thought briefly about the relationship between distance and time but not for long because it was way too analytical for the midday moment.
Does this particular post need more explanation? Comments encouraged.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Circles with arrows
Recently, in many conversations with girlfriends, the subject of the book The Rules has come up. At least 2 of those who have read it say it cannot be erased from your mind once you have perused the pages of the dating guidebook. I have not read it, yet. Whether these gals speak the truth or not, I do not know, but they do know there is a price to pay for valuable personalized advice. http://www.therulesbook.com/#phone
You will be happy to know that the email consultations are more affordable.
I have been fortunate enough to conduct my own research on the male gender of our species. Just last night in my laboratory, a place where I like to mix a bit of this and that which results in a scrumptious foodstuff, two circles with arrows pointing to the upper right kept up insipid conversation, outdoing each other by claiming they "knew" why things were the way they were. All topics downspiraled to negativity until both parties were bashing organizations and systems and society and all else. Just short of peeing on the sturdy legs of the dining room table, the tomcats agreed to join forces against the world's imperfections. What a relief!
Unfortunately this battle and then surrender in the form of comradery, caused physical ailments for the circle balanced on an elongated plus sign, who in turn retreated to the bedroom for solace in earphones and the various late-night radio tunes. The dream world proved to be colorful yet again and continued into late morning. And the realization upon waking that both males had left for bread-winning, the baker smiled.
You will be happy to know that the email consultations are more affordable.
I have been fortunate enough to conduct my own research on the male gender of our species. Just last night in my laboratory, a place where I like to mix a bit of this and that which results in a scrumptious foodstuff, two circles with arrows pointing to the upper right kept up insipid conversation, outdoing each other by claiming they "knew" why things were the way they were. All topics downspiraled to negativity until both parties were bashing organizations and systems and society and all else. Just short of peeing on the sturdy legs of the dining room table, the tomcats agreed to join forces against the world's imperfections. What a relief!
Unfortunately this battle and then surrender in the form of comradery, caused physical ailments for the circle balanced on an elongated plus sign, who in turn retreated to the bedroom for solace in earphones and the various late-night radio tunes. The dream world proved to be colorful yet again and continued into late morning. And the realization upon waking that both males had left for bread-winning, the baker smiled.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
the Muse
In an interview about Shabbat, Emunah Elon spoke about the muse that made itself present from sunset on, causing creative thought and negating its being put to paper due to the prohibition of writing.
Before leaving for our Friday night meal, sitting in the dimly lit living room, I looked over and saw a glow emanating from the kitchen sink. At first I was mildly surprised but then quickly remembered- having heard horror stories about those who returned home to find a burned room if not an apartment attributed to the burning of the holy candles, I had lit the Shabbat candles in the sink. All is marble-topped and the windows are shut and there are no curtains in the kitchen but nonetheless, paranoia tri-decadia is setting in.
This is the debilitating disease that is for sure hereditary but really spreads environmentally or rather through nurture. It’s the over caring about the things that will inevitably go bump in the night. Teflon coated pans, tuna in cans, and attacks in the remote corners of shopping center parking lots. We don’t have parking lots of that size because our country is too small. Nevertheless I should not make light of the “dangers” that exist in the world.
For now, a search engine serves as my home page and I seek out the “facts” as I choose. The “news” will find me anyway whether I like it or not. And maybe I will gain a few more years of healthy living in the process.
Before leaving for our Friday night meal, sitting in the dimly lit living room, I looked over and saw a glow emanating from the kitchen sink. At first I was mildly surprised but then quickly remembered- having heard horror stories about those who returned home to find a burned room if not an apartment attributed to the burning of the holy candles, I had lit the Shabbat candles in the sink. All is marble-topped and the windows are shut and there are no curtains in the kitchen but nonetheless, paranoia tri-decadia is setting in.
This is the debilitating disease that is for sure hereditary but really spreads environmentally or rather through nurture. It’s the over caring about the things that will inevitably go bump in the night. Teflon coated pans, tuna in cans, and attacks in the remote corners of shopping center parking lots. We don’t have parking lots of that size because our country is too small. Nevertheless I should not make light of the “dangers” that exist in the world.
For now, a search engine serves as my home page and I seek out the “facts” as I choose. The “news” will find me anyway whether I like it or not. And maybe I will gain a few more years of healthy living in the process.
Friday, January 21, 2005
and now a pocket warming story...
Imagine..Rachel at the shuk with a full-to-capacity cart of veggies and meat (in the raw) and fruits for weekly eating and a backpack, also fully stuffed, of herbs and greens for soup. Not so hard to visualize. It is Thursday and she wants just one more no fuss snack- Chinese Oranges (A.K.A. ripe kumquats). I pay the seller 7.40 and walk off, balancing my just bought strawberries on the fabric lid of the shuk cart so that I do not have berry mush when I arrive at home.
As I unpack the goodies and put all away in fridge and fruit bowl, no kumquats!
Fast forward to Tuesday! I go back to the seller and tell him that I was there Thursday and forgot my mini citrus there. He remembered! He then put 10 shekels worth of the little treats in a bag for me, because the price had gone up.
Ah these are the honest joys of memory! Or is it the memorable joys of honesty?
As I unpack the goodies and put all away in fridge and fruit bowl, no kumquats!
Fast forward to Tuesday! I go back to the seller and tell him that I was there Thursday and forgot my mini citrus there. He remembered! He then put 10 shekels worth of the little treats in a bag for me, because the price had gone up.
Ah these are the honest joys of memory! Or is it the memorable joys of honesty?
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