Chaim and his friend Akiva hangin' in the bus station mall.
Here's our table with new age Shabbat candles!
Friday, December 31, 2004
Some More Family Pictures
Gas stove, blender, microwave, teenager. What could happen?
Chaim and his friend Akiva hangin' in the bus station mall.
Here's our table with new age Shabbat candles!
Chaim and his friend Akiva hangin' in the bus station mall.
Here's our table with new age Shabbat candles!
Monday, December 27, 2004
Some Family Pictures
Here's Chaim relaxing at home.
Here's Adiella with her Daat Mikrah
Here's Evey with Nicole, Homer and a few other celebreties.
Here's Chaim and Koby showing us what a sun roof's for.
Here's Adiella with her Daat Mikrah
Here's Evey with Nicole, Homer and a few other celebreties.
Here's Chaim and Koby showing us what a sun roof's for.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
What Does Seeing Progress Mean?
Seeing progress has a double meaning. It means seeing that progress is occurring which is an appropriate name for a blog considering that a blog tracks what's happening and comments on the patterns that emerge. But the primary meaning for me is the less obvious one; becoming progressively better at seeing.
Being good at seeing is really important - not so much for the one seeing as for the one being seen. Everybody wants to be seen. When we aren't seen by others we begin to feel isolated and to doubt our own existence or at least the significance of our own existence, which is almost the same thing.
How does one get out of this mess? By being seen by another person. Once you are seen by another person who's eyes can look into your soul you are redeemed. With this redemption comes the obligation to redeem others by seeing them.
That's it. I'm going to be trying to see others and report what I see. I'll probably be revealing a thing or two about myself while I'm at it.
Being good at seeing is really important - not so much for the one seeing as for the one being seen. Everybody wants to be seen. When we aren't seen by others we begin to feel isolated and to doubt our own existence or at least the significance of our own existence, which is almost the same thing.
How does one get out of this mess? By being seen by another person. Once you are seen by another person who's eyes can look into your soul you are redeemed. With this redemption comes the obligation to redeem others by seeing them.
That's it. I'm going to be trying to see others and report what I see. I'll probably be revealing a thing or two about myself while I'm at it.
Friday, December 24, 2004
Every Dog Has its Day!
Meet "Sweetie Pie"
She's in heat and we are doing our best to keep her in the house so that we don't have lots of little puppies to deal with.
I've got a few questions for all you dog owners out there. The first is a medical question and the second concerns medical-ethics.
Use the comments link to give me your imput!
She's in heat and we are doing our best to keep her in the house so that we don't have lots of little puppies to deal with.
I've got a few questions for all you dog owners out there. The first is a medical question and the second concerns medical-ethics.
- Anyone have a dog that lost a tooth? That happened to SP. Is this normal? Will it grow back? Do we need to take her in for treatment?
- What about neutering? Is it ethical to take that away from an animal? Is it ethical not to? Its a practical ethics quesion for us these days.
Use the comments link to give me your imput!
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Bungling Biblical Bus "Trip"
This happened to me a few weeks ago on a bus in Jerusalem:
I was on the bus today typing some very personal private secretive correspondence on my palm pilot with fold-out key board when this kid in his late teens early 20s comes and sits down next to me and starts looking over my shoulder. He was a good looking kid and had sort of an American teenager look to him. You know, baseball cap, basketball tank top shirt and curly dark hair. So he's looking at my palm and I figure he's an American kid who can read English and so I get a bit worried. Maybe he's reading my private content over my shoulder. And this was really way private stuff. So I turned to him and said in sort of a playful and friendly (with a big smile) but playfully accusatory tone (in English); "Are you reading this?"
The kid is surprised and has no idea what I said cause he evidently doesn't know a word of English. He lurches back and spills his Cola on his shoulder and mutters something incomprehensible to me. So I told him not to worry (switching to Hebrew now) and that I was just writing something very private and that I was sorry about being so oversensitive.
I guess the humor here is in the way he spilled the Cola, the fact that he didn't even seem to notice that he spilled the Cola, how much I mis-categorized him, and how we surprised each other so profoundly and so suddenly.
So then my stop is coming up fast and I had to make a move for the bell and position myself near the back door in time to attract the driver's attention so that he would open the back door for me. But I had to save the file I was writing and then detach and fold up the keyboard first. I was in such a hurry that as I lunged for the door after ringing the bell, I stepped on someone's foot. This guy who's foot I stepped on must have thought that this was the funniest thing in the world. He gave me this big smile and said "darachta vegam fisfasta!" You have both trampled and missed (your stop)! Modeling his words poetically after the verse reporting the words of the prophet to King Achav (Kings 1: Chpt 21) Ratzachta vegam Yarashta? "Have you both murdered and inherited?" So I said back to this guy, "but I haven't murdered and inherited!," to which he replied with typical Israeli cynicism, ode lo! "Not yet!"
I was on the bus today typing some very personal private secretive correspondence on my palm pilot with fold-out key board when this kid in his late teens early 20s comes and sits down next to me and starts looking over my shoulder. He was a good looking kid and had sort of an American teenager look to him. You know, baseball cap, basketball tank top shirt and curly dark hair. So he's looking at my palm and I figure he's an American kid who can read English and so I get a bit worried. Maybe he's reading my private content over my shoulder. And this was really way private stuff. So I turned to him and said in sort of a playful and friendly (with a big smile) but playfully accusatory tone (in English); "Are you reading this?"
The kid is surprised and has no idea what I said cause he evidently doesn't know a word of English. He lurches back and spills his Cola on his shoulder and mutters something incomprehensible to me. So I told him not to worry (switching to Hebrew now) and that I was just writing something very private and that I was sorry about being so oversensitive.
I guess the humor here is in the way he spilled the Cola, the fact that he didn't even seem to notice that he spilled the Cola, how much I mis-categorized him, and how we surprised each other so profoundly and so suddenly.
So then my stop is coming up fast and I had to make a move for the bell and position myself near the back door in time to attract the driver's attention so that he would open the back door for me. But I had to save the file I was writing and then detach and fold up the keyboard first. I was in such a hurry that as I lunged for the door after ringing the bell, I stepped on someone's foot. This guy who's foot I stepped on must have thought that this was the funniest thing in the world. He gave me this big smile and said "darachta vegam fisfasta!" You have both trampled and missed (your stop)! Modeling his words poetically after the verse reporting the words of the prophet to King Achav (Kings 1: Chpt 21) Ratzachta vegam Yarashta? "Have you both murdered and inherited?" So I said back to this guy, "but I haven't murdered and inherited!," to which he replied with typical Israeli cynicism, ode lo! "Not yet!"
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