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June 4th, 2006 (11:03 am)
amused

Presently feeling: amused

I just *had* to blog this one.

A Cragslist ad for furniture:
(http://chicago.craigslist.org/fur/167714100.html)

-> One 6 drawer Ikea Dresser (Light brown) - $100.00

-> One Bissell Upright Bagless Vacuum (Green) - $60.00

-> One Ikea Paper Floor Lamp - $40.00

-> One imported Mohagany privacy screen (hand carved) - make me an offer.

-> One wheeled suitcase, (red) very girly. $40.00 obo

-> One slightly used, unemployed boyfriend who was left to sell all this stuff. Comes without instructions. Trainable. Works best with women only. Free to a good home.

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May 29th, 2006 (07:31 pm)
Presently feeling: flustered

I dislike packing, especially for a move. Especially when my stuff is scattered around the ouse I grew up in, and my belonings include things that have been on shelves for more than a decade. It gets rather overwhelming just trying to figure out what I'm tkaing with me. Books are always an issue. I mean, technically I won't *need* the complete works of Jane Austen or Winnie the Pooh, but t would be nice to have them all the same...And when the hell did I acumulate so much yarn?

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May 26th, 2006 (11:19 am)
Presently feeling: Why isn't crampy on here?

Well, that stinks. I was looking up the author of a beautiful book titled “Flames to Heaven,” which I have been meaning to buy since my rabbi introduced me to it in college. I was excited to find that she’s from Evanston, IL. But then I found that she finally succumbed to her 20 year struggle with cancer three years ago. L She was actually the country’s only full-time psalmist, and would write modern Jewish poems for her fellow community members when they needed them. In fact, that position hasn’t been held since the days of the Temple. She wrote them from her hospital bed. She was just a neat person. She was quoted in an interview as saying,
“My medical history leaves people aghast," Debbie explains, "but you learn over time that there are many ways to live with illness. Pretty much, I have a really good life. I can’t go out and buy a new body, but I can do the things that are important to me. I have a loving family. You can be constantly angry or you can choose to adapt. I choose to adapt. I don’t want to say I’m in a ‘state of grace’ — that sounds kind of theologically goyishe. But I’m content. I am. I really am. Which is not to say I don’t get really tired of all the medical shticks I have to do every day."
People like that make my day. Actually, they make my life, really.



Forty-Two
Steadiness
Balance our days, Beloved Friend,
When we careen without plan
From task to task, from thought to thought,
Seeking right paths.
So many days, we do not pause.
Rushing on, we lose our focus
Forgetting the center of our being
Is contained within Your hand.
Like erratic winds, we swirl about,
Rustling all directions, turning dust to wraiths
Across this dry plain of responsibilities.
Running faster, calm evades us,
And the shattered fragments scatter,
Lost and tumbling along parched ground.
Pull around us, then, Your strong arm.
Halt our frantic motion.
Water this arid ground with living water;
Irrigate our thirsty souls.
Place our actions before us,
A rediscovered path to You;
Balance our days with Your regard,
Fill our tasks with holiness.

(From Debbie Perlman's "Flames to Heaven: New Psalms for Healing & Praise", Rad Publishers)

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May 14th, 2006 (06:17 pm)
calm

Presently feeling: calm
Currently reading: Passing for Thin: Losing half my weight and finding myself

So I finally signed an apartment lease this week! I'm so excited! It's a nice vintage building on the north side which has been kept up with rehabs (plus the all-important presence of a full sized stove). I have to decide if I want to keep the colors on the walls. The current residents painted all of the walls except in the bathroom (which is way too white). The kitchen is a beautiful dark blue. I will definately ask for that to be painted over. While the color is nice, it's too dark for such a small space - makes it rather cave-like. The living room is a soft yellow. While it's a nice color, it definately isn't in my palate and will be difficult to match. On the other hand, it might go nicely with a couch I like at Ikea, not to mention that I have so much art to put up that seeing the walls won't be an issue. The hallway and bedroom are a nice darker sage color. A bit like what is in my paren'ts dining room, but darker. I like the color, but once again it will be difficult to find other colors that will go with it. I could just leave one wall that color as an accent wall (mayb the other side from where the bed will be so that my sheets won't clash?) Hmm, choices choices.

I realized that I just need to accept that I have recurring foot problems. I need to suck it up and spend more money on good quality work shoes, but fewer pairs. My birks (which I resisted the urge to burn since having a pair of slip-on shoes in an apartment building will be nice) really ripped my feet up about two weeks ago. The skin is still tender and I've worn my birks around the house today because my knee has been hurting, and I now sit with a cold pack around it(it came from wearing only two pairs of shoes - my only work flats - for two weeks). The birks give plenty of supprt, but I'll bever touch another pair again. I've had other problems with them (they definately aren't flexible enough - something that screwed up my feet initially way back when), but I need to find other brands that give good support. I found a web site, zappos.com, that sells only shoes. Normally I wouldn't bother to buy shoes form a catalog, but this placegives you free shipping both ways. Very nice! I might invest in a pair of Naots (Israeli), but that's definately something to save up for. Clarks (British)is also good. There's always Easy Spirit - they've actually started making attractive shoes in the last few years. Hush Puppies are flexible, but no support. Same for Aerosoles. I found a lovely pair of heals at Penney's in a brand called Strictly Comfort, but my heel slipped out. sigh.grumble grumble

My co-wokers are putting together a surprise bachelor party for one of us. The poor guy is kind of quiet and let's just say that the organizers went shopping at Spencer's and Lovers Lane. Luckily I think they alreayd got everything, so I won't have to (ever looked for a gift for a co-worker in that kind of store? very uncomfortable). It will be at a restaurant and will involve a belly dancer, or something like that (could've been worse. could've been a stripper) I'm still going to turn red when he opens his gifts.

I recently found that Amazon has a section for blogs. Lots of authors' blogs. How cool is that? I found Anita Diamant on there! She's one of my favorites! Frances Kuffel, too. Of course, I searched for Jane Austen, but would you know it? She doesn't have a blog. How last century can she be?! :)

Here's some funny trivia form a magazine:

% of coma patients in soap operas who recover fully: 89
% survival rate of actual coma patients: 50
(of course, they forgot to mention how coma patients in soaps always either are pregnant or just fathered a child)

% of Americans who say the worst thing that can spoit a kiss is too much tongue: 48
% of Swedes who says it's bad aim: 58 (apparently the do a lot of long-shot kissing there)
% of French who say it's being bitten: 46

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May 7th, 2006 (02:52 pm)
chipper

Presently feeling: chipper

A quick update in honor of Yom HaAtmaut (Israel Independence Day)

This wasn't written by me, but here's 58 reasons to love Israel, for 58 tough years of beautiful freedom having a home after nearly 2000 years in exile:


JPost.com » Columns » Article


Apr. 27, 2006 17:50 | Updated May. 2, 2006 13:42
The Human Spirit: 58 reasons why I love Israel
By BARBARA SOFER



1. Big news here was our success in getting a 2,000-year-old date seed to sprout on Kibbutz Ketura. The tree is now 92 cm. tall and 65 cm. wide. Myrrh and frankincense are next (really!).

2. At Kibbutz Revivim, water from fish tanks nourishes alfalfa for ostriches. Go figure.

3. Over the past 25 years agricultural output has increased sevenfold with hardly any increase in the amount of water used.

4. We have no natural ice but we compete in Olympic ice-dancing competitions.

5. You can pick up fresh rolls at the corner store before 6 a.m. (and pay for them later).

6. Before Purim, media report on costume choice as a parameter of cultural trends.

7. Prayers like Adon Olam and Shabehi Yerushalayim can become popular songs here.

8. Because we love kids, we provide free in-vitro (test-tube) fertilization for childless couples for up to two children.

9. The whole country is excited about the birth of a baby elephant by artificial insemination.

10. The doctor who briefed the world press about the prime minister's health report was really an obstetrician.

11. The most popular name given to both boys and girls is Noam, which means pleasantness.

12. Israeli delivery rooms prepare for more babies before Pessah because zealous cleaning induces labor.

13. Before Pessah, toy stores advertise afikoman gifts

14. Bread sales escalate in the week of Pessah cleaning because so many families are reduced to eating sandwiches.

15. We have problems of our own, but this year we undertook life-saving model projects to treat AIDS in Africa and help hurricane victims in the US.

16. No matter what's happening outside, inside our hospitals disease is the only enemy.

17. Its value may fluctuate, but we called our money "shekel" just as we did in biblical days.

18. We have 120 members of the Knesset because that's how many seats there were in the ancient Sanhedrin.

19. The site of the Sanhedrin is now being excavated in Tiberias, 17 centuries after it was built.

20. Soldiers ride free on buses.

21. The interim prime minister leaves his house early in the morning so security won't disturb the school traffic on his block.

22. We stick together. Israeli backpackers go halfway around the world to hang out with other Israelis.

23. Along with the inoculations backpackers get before going to exotic countries, the Health Ministry includes a parental lecture from a nurse about safe habits.

24. Jerusalem offers free wireless Internet in cafes to lure back wary diners.

25. Hospitals install extra antennas so we can use our cellphones and call our families and friends (84 percent of households in Israel have a cellphone, much of the software for which was developed here).

26. Israel boasts the first computerized hip replacement and the first Hebrew hip-hop music.

27. After experiencing the trauma of an incapacitated prime minister, we went in an orderly manner to the polls.

28. Our old-fashioned hand-counted voting system ain't broke, so we don't fix it.

29. Young adults care enough about old adults to vote for their political party.

30. Said the BBC: The Economist Intelligence Unit, a leading research and advisory firm, recently ranked Israel first among 20 Middle Eastern countries on 15 different indicators of democracy and political freedom.

31. Some may claim we're militaristic, but according to Dun and Bradstreet the Tisch Family Zoological Gardens in Jerusalem (the Biblical Zoo) is our most popular site.

32. Finely chopped Israeli salad was the kibbutz pioneers' answer to scarce vegetables, but now they're growing candy-sweet Israeli-developed cherry tomatoes that you don't have to cut.

33. We're incessant travelers; no wonder the ultimately portable (USB drive) computer disk-on-key was invented here.

34. While the debate about the security barrier was going on, an Israeli company in Herzliya invented a radar system that sees through walls like Superman.

35. The Western Wall is reportedly more popular than ever with locals and tourists. A legendary lizard appears at midnight.

36. Parents can now watch their kids' nursery school through hi-tech Internet cameras but they still sing exactly the same Hanukka and birthday songs.

37. The most common margarine changed its wrapper design after 50 years and made the news.

38. We don't debate immigration. We're the world's largest per-capita immigrant absorbing country.

39. To sell apartments, real-estate ads tout "succa porches."

40. In Israel, an obscure holiday called Succot is high season; book a year in advance.

41. Popular jewelry artist Michal Negrin has a successful shop at Ben-Gurion Airport. No wonder. Ben-Gurion was her great-grandfather.

42. New history museums about the Palmah, Theodor Herzl and Menachem Begin continue to draw crowds. Who says we're post-Zionist?

43. On Hanukka, the light from hanukkiot with the correct number of candles shines from store windows and rooftops as well as private homes.

44. Cafes here offered "upside-down coffee" way before cappuccino was trendy.

45. Corner greengrocers have forever carried kohlrabi, quince, pomelo and fresh coriander.

46. In the Land of Milk and Honey, we have so many kinds of cheeses that we're advising New Zealanders on making sheep cheese.

47. You can buy Holy Cheese in Safed and Holy Bagels in Jerusalem.

48. You can buy kosher chicken schnitzel in the shape of dinosaurs in the supermarket and still believe in the story of Adam and Eve.

49. In the first year since Yad Vashem's Central Database of Shoah Victims' Names has been online more than eight million visitors from 215 countries and territories have accessed the site - 250,000 visitors a month.

50. In 2005, 563 persons were recognized as Righteous Among the Nations by Yad Vashem, six decades after the Holocaust.

51. A hundred thousand Diaspora students have received free trips with birthright Israel and most of them have fallen in love with the country.

52. Senior citizens regularly enjoy the pubs and nightlife in Tel Aviv alongside young adults.

53. Even those bereaved who don't consider themselves religious take a week to sit shiva and men grow mourning beards.

54. We have the highest computer ownership per capita and can read the news on-line, but still keep 32 different newspapers in business.

55. In the early years, the State of Israel was so poor that it once had to borrow money from the women of Hadassah to finish the month. Today we have an annual GNP per capita of $17,400.

56 At Ben-Gurion Airport's new terminal, those arriving see those leaving because the architect knew that the drama of arrivals and departures in Israel was greater than in other lands.

57. Our word for "welcome" means "bless you in your arrival."
58. The term habayta, means "coming home," no matter where you are, no matter how old you are.

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April 26th, 2006 (10:22 am)
amused

Presently feeling: amused

As everyone knows, Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes recently named their new daughter Suri. They announced that it means "princess" in Hebrew, and "rose" in Persian....Except that suri is no longer used in Modern Hebrew. In modern Hebrew suri means "get out of here" with a rough context. It would be like naming a child "Scram" instead. Needless to say Israelis are btoh perplexed and amused by the name. "Suri" is also the name of a Nubian tribe, means sun in Sanskrit, and is a type of Alpaca wool.
lol!

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Yom HaShoah, Yom Shlishi, 27 Nisan, 5766

April 25th, 2006 (12:49 pm)
thoughtful

Presently feeling: thoughtful

The Archivist
Lois E. Olena

Note by note
I type the awful history
of the victims of the
Third Reich.
Misery
like dirt under my fingernails
plays out through my soft, safe digits;
haunting violin tones
fade away as the next song begins
slowly
sparingly
luscious
soft chords
rock me, caress me...
rock me, sway me...
side to side
like a cattle car fading into the distance.
What is this caught in my throat?
turnips?
raw potatoes?
black bread?
No matter;
move on, they're waiting.
Hurry, finish.
Pay your bills.
Feed your face.
Play your PC piano
until weariness from the death march
lays you gently down in the snow
for your afternoon nap
and you dream
that the knock on your door
is the UPS man
come to take you away.
11/9/96, Based on the transcription work for the Gratz College Holocaust Oral History Archive


My Father's Garden
An Eyewitness Account by a Child of a Holocaust Survivor
by Sharon Esther Lampert

My Father Labors In His Garden.
I am along side him. He is the only surviving member of his family as a result of the Holocaust. We are pulling out the weeds that have infiltrated the garden. The weeds are spreading out their roots and devouring the nutrients. The nutrients are needed by the flowers and vegetables that have begun to grow amidst the sandy earth and salty air that inhabit our home.

He Is Very Upset.
He is fiercely determined to rid himself of these weeds . . . with a vengeance. Hoping to make a wish, I tear one weed from the grass and begin to blow on it, spreading its spores around the garden. "Don't do that," he screams, "That will only intensify the problem. The spores plant themselves in the soil and produce more and more weeds and jeopardize all the other plants in the garden."

He Is Always Screaming.
This is the way he communicates. It is an endless rage. The scream enters into me in a place where his communication has meaning. He has transmitted a message to me. I understand.

He Continues To Scream.
"To remove a weed from the garden, you first plunge the knife into the soil surrounding the weed. Then position your hand firmly against the earth and rock the knife back and forth circling the weed to loosen the soil around its roots - until - the roots of the weed have nothing to adhere them to the earth."

He Adds, "You Must Be Strong."
I begin. He is alongside me. I grasp the knife. "It is a difficult task and you must not be afraid of the knife." he cautions. I plunge the knife into the soil . "Deeper," he says. "You must go deeper into the soil if you expect to reach the roots of the weed." "If you leave the roots of the weeds in the soil, then the time you have spent pulling out the weeds will be wasted. The roots will begin to grow and another weed will soon reappear."

He Warns Of Impending Doom.
"If you leave the roots of the weeds in the soil, then the time you have spent pulling out the weeds will be wasted. The roots will begin to grow and another weed will soon reappear."

He Has Experience.
I push the knife further into the ground, I am huffing and puffing. "Don't be scared of the knife." He hovers over me. "I'm not scared of the knife. I'm not strong enough to push it any further into the ground." I reply.

He Places His Hand Over Mine.
His hand is twice the size of mine, hardened and very coarse. I can see, hear and feel his strength and resiliency penetrate the ground as the knife quickly slides deep down into the earth. The weed has no future. He then twists and turns the knife around the roots keeping them intact so as not to break off their endings. The weed in its entirety is removed. My father's garden is free to flourish and has survived along side of my father's wishes. The message that safeguards Jewish life - the fertilization of the seeds of life - has been transmitted.

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April 22nd, 2006 (04:24 pm)
Currently reading: "The war of the Flowers"

It's a really good thing that the library is free because in there I'm like a kid in a candy shop without a dentist present. I love that I can be looking for one thing, and stumble on something else really interesting, like a book I picked up today on the 'hidden underworld' in Victorian England.

And look, I figured out how to change the "currently listening to" label on the top of each lj entry. It now reads "currently reading" instead. :)

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April 17th, 2006 (08:43 pm)
thankful

Presently feeling: thankful

You gotta love The Onion.
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/45793

http://www.theonion.com/content/node/47207




A Chicago man dies and goes to hell. When he gets there, the devil comes
over to welcome him. The devil then says "sometimes it gets pretty
uncomfortable down here," the man says, "no problem. I'm from Chicago."

So the devil goes over to the thermostat, turns the temperature up to
100, and the humidity up to 80. He then goes back to the Chicago man
to see how he's doing. To the devil's surprise, the man is doing just
fine. "No problem... just like Chicago in June," the man says.

So the devil goes back over to the thermostat, and turns the temperature
up to 150, and the humidity up to 90. He then goes back over to see how
the Chicago man is doing. The man is sweating a little, but overall
looks comfortable. "No problem. Just like Chicago in July," the man
says.

So now the devil goes over to the thermostat, turns the temperature up
to 200, and the humidity up to 100. When he goes back to see how the
man is doing, the man is sweating profusely, and has taken his shirt
off. Otherwise, he seems OK. He says, "No problem. Just like Chicago
in August."

Now the devil is really perplexed. So he goes back to the thermostat
and turns the temperature to MINUS 150 DEGREES. Immediately, all the
humidity in the air freezes up, and the whole place becomes a frigid,
barren, frozen, deathly cold wasteland. When he goes back now to see
how the Chicago man is doing, he is shocked to discover the man is
jumping up and down, and cheering in obvious delight.

The devil immediately asks the man what's going on. To which the Chicago
man replies...

"THE CUBS WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!"
"THE CUBS WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!"

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April 15th, 2006 (03:33 pm)
cheerful

Presently feeling: cheerful

Last year, I remember the plants and flowers having difficulty blooming around spring. This year they’re exploding. We have more daffodils than we have vases for. I love passing by the Botanic Gardens – the space in front of the wall is covered with bright yellow daffodils.

It’s amazing how much yarn stuff I have. I think I should set a new rule and not be allowed to start anymore projects that don’t involve older yarn. Seriously. It’s taking over my bedroom.

I’m addicted to the book I’m reading. Honestly, I can’t put it down. Tad Williams is a very interesting writer, and while I want to find more of his books, I think I should take a break and read something else. Too much of one writer tends to become dull and even the most brilliant writing can become lackluster if that’s all you read. That and I’m reaching the point of overdose in agricultural names. Each of the big fairy clans have flower names (hence the title “War of the Flowers”) like Daffodil, Lily, Primrose, and Hellebore.

So I’ve been staring at the mess on my bedroom floor for a while now. As in, I’ve been meaning to clean it up for a while. I suppose I should actually make an attempt.




I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850).