Oh aggregation, how I love you so!
Oh the wonders of RSS! I’ve been a bloglines fiend for quite some time but now that I’m sporting a brand new mac I’ve made the switch to NetNewsWire which is the best RSS newsreader one can ask for.
Israeli internet guru Hanan Cohen has created an aggregator for Israeli blogs in English. Although I subscribe to most of the blogs listed it will indeed make my reading far more organized.
You can find it here!
Rock on Hanan!
A tip of the hat to Ms. Goldman of On the Face.
Jewish fanboys unite!
Like many young Jewish men who were into comic books I had a mad crush on Kitty Pryde. What was there not to like? Michael Green has a fantastic column on what made Kitty Pryde so awesome to all of us Jewish comic geeks (and non-Jewish comic geeks as well! Rivers Cuomo of Weezer name checked Kitty on the song “In the Garage”). Except it seems that Green was slightly more geeky and insular than I was back in the day…
So why did she shine? Why did - who are we kidding? - why does everyone crush on Kitty so hard?
Well… because she was pretty, but attainably so. She was descended from Holocaust victims and survivors, and she fought evil in their memory. She was a genius with a computer; she was plucky in a fight. Also, she had a pet dragon.
She was drawn adoringly by artists who adored her as we did, rendered delicate and sylphlike in a world of globular breasted, fetish-wearing dominatrixes.
She was our fictional Natalie Portman, before we knew that girls like Natalie Portman could actually exist.
Yes, her phasing powers were passive, but they were cool. They let her be the perfect thief and spy. Plus, we never had to worry that she’d get hurt; bullets passed her by like high school sex passed by those reading X-Men comics.
In a way, Kitty’s selective intangibility itself seems an apt metaphor for the Jew in the modern Western world. She was both of and not-of this world. An embodiment of the immigrant’s wish to be present and still unaffected by one’s surroundings. There and participating, yet untouchable when need be.
And then there was that Star of David around her neck.
Loved that Kitty. Piotr Rasputin was one lucky guy. Read on true believers!
Hating on the J-Blogosphere
Michael, resident Jewlicious badboy (though he would prefer to be referred to as enfant terrible), takes issue with the prevalent aura of self-importance in the “Jewish Blogosphere.”
His entry reminds me of the three year old question, “Are you a Jewish blogger or a blogger who is Jewish?”
Me? I couldn’t give two shits.
I can’t wait to read the comments on this one.
I feel the dark side flowing through my veins…
When I find things like this I don’t mind that I spent a fortune on my new mac.
Hours of entertainment.
Israel’s Reefer Madness
Hide your children! Devil weed is coming! Hydroponic marijuana use is on the rise (just for the rich) and according to the police will result in an increase of crime. You see, this weed is so good that people will stop at nothing to get it - including violence!
The police are labeling it “death marijuana.”
“If in regular grass the active ingredient is 13 percent, in Hydro it is five or six times more,” senior police official Yaron Ahrak said. “The drug is distributed mostly among the affluent, who can afford it. The drug’s effects are lethal. All we need now is that the youth will get a hold of it.” Police fear Hydro will spark a revolution in the drug market and an increase in drug-related violence.“The drug may cause a rise in violence among users and among its distributors. If the youth will start using Hydro we will see a rise in violence and in criminal activity, because the users will seek ways to finance their consumption,” Ahrak said.
Lethal marijuana? No one, since the dawn of man, has EVER died from marijuana use. Perhaps Officer Ahrak has been drinking too much of his namesake. Because alcohol does kill, I know this because I saw Nick Cage die in “Leaving Los Vegas.” This article is complete garbage and full of lies. This is propaganda of the worst kind, but then again, YNET doesn’t have the highest standards. Marijuana with seventy-eight percent THC? Not likely. Actually, I’m fairly sure that’s impossible. The Israeli police make it impossible for those who receive permission from the health ministry to use the drug actually attain the drug. The government approves, doesn’t supply and the police can, will and do arrest those who are buy it on the street. It’s a bullshit situation. I covered the marijuana day festivities in Tel Aviv a few years ago and met someone with AIDS who has approval but isn’t supplied, and cannot risk smoking stuff bought on the street due to the possibility it might have a fungus that can be damaging to his immune system. It’s obvious that the police fear (for whatever reason) that the Israeli attitude toward marijuana is becoming more and more liberal. Does this type of propaganda actually work?
And marijuana causing violence? Are you joking? Have you ever heard reggae music? Worst case scenario is someone aggressively tearing open a package of bamba. Wake up police, there are much more pressing problems where people are actually being hurt.
God bless the internet for this gem of Israeli history
It was a cold day back in 1984, but that didn’t stop Michael ‘Boogaloo Shrimp’ Chambers and Adolfo ‘Shabba-Doo’ Quinones from popping, locking, whacking, breaking in Israel to promote the movie Breakin’ (saw it in the theater thank you you very much!) Back in the fifth grade we used to tear out the good old reliable cardboard, place the “Jam on It” cassette in the boombox and do our thing. I thought I was quite good. Everyone cheered for me to come out to the cardboard and bust my moves. After a few times, I realized they weren’t cheering me on, they were making fun of me. Perhaps I wasn’t as good as I thought (actually, my worm rocked, its still rocks and it will always rock). I looked up and in slow motion I saw Todd Bloom laughing at me in a mockingly slow voice. So I did what any normal kid my age would have done. I launched myself head on at top speed straight toward him and attacked. And I kicked his ass. It was all about the element of surprise. Surprise indeed, Eddie Simonetti, a red headed Italian kid with an unfortunate rhyming name and and who happened to be twice my size jumped me from behind, grabbed me in a headlock and repeatably pounded his fist into my head. As he pummeled he asked over and over “Are you finished?, Are you finished?” Obviously I was finished, I was incapacitated, drooling, barely conscious, unable to talk and “Joy and Pain,” a less cooler rap song than “Jam on It” was now playing. To say that I was finished was an understatement. I think this was the first time I gave up on people. No, that was back in sixth grade, a story of unfortunate youth I’ll share for another time. Anyway, I was to never do my trademarked moves again. That is, until Breakin 2: The Electic Boogaloo came out.
I love it when the audience goes wild over the moonwalk.
All names mentioned on this site are real and haven’t been changed.
You hearing me Simonetti? Hope you are a better person these days.
Listen to the Harry
Jaywalking is a crime. I’ve learned so much from you David, but sometimes you just have to heed Harry’s warnings.
Sleep
I just finished a crazy exhausting week escorting a group of American journalists who write for “youth culture” magazines. It’s been a trippy week. Absurdly large meals with celebrities (Ivri Leder is a real mensch), an action packed all night club tour (big up to Hagay from Time Out Tel Aviv), a music for peace event on the Sea of Galilee and about thirty other events - all fueled by the most ridiculous amount of coffee I ever drank in my life. The group was great and I’ve met some incredibly interesting folks. Sarcasm and cynicism reigned supreme so I felt right at home. I can’t tell you how much of a profound affect this trip has had on me. Well, I can, but you’ll have to wait at least another day to get the lowdown.
Haven’t seen Ziva in a week, I’ll catch you later.
Sting + Matisyahu = Crap for the secular and the religious
YNET (Hebrew) is reporting that Matisyahu is opening up for Sting when he pollutes our air with his cliched drivel and bad versions of kick ass Police songs later this summer.
Bad reggae for all! Perhaps a collaboration in the works? A ghetto inspired version of Desert Rose? And by ghetto I mean that in the Eastern European sense of course.
May God have mercy on our souls.
Sting Cannot Possibly Be the Same Guy Who Was in the Police - Atom and his Package (MP3)
UPDATE: Read Michael’s post at Jewlicious. He’s such a cantankerous little bastard, isn’t he? I love fellow jaded people. Not so shocking that Michael and I get along real well, is it?
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