Goodbye Yom Kippur headaches!
Hey good kids. Been a good two weeks since I last posted. Apologies are in order. Since we are in the midst of the Days of Repentance I don’t think any time more than now would be more appropriate to offer apologies. So sorry. Some good news for arthritis sufferers like myself. Looks like those of us who take Arcoxia (a drug similar to Vioxx that is only available in Israel and Europe) won’t be getting headaches during the fast according to an American study on Yom Kippur headaches. We are however at a higher risk for getting heart attacks. Awesome! Can’t wait!
Jellyfish - All is Forgiven (MP3)
Grant Lee Philips - So. Central Rain (R.E.M. Cover) (MP3)
Shabbat Shalom
MisShaped Violence
I’m not a violent man. So can someone please tell me why I have the sudden urge to beat the crap out of these people?. Like brutally. Would you join me? Does reading this self-important shit bring you to edge of violence as well? I printed out the photo from this article, took a pillow and taped it to my wall, placed the photo on it and proceeded to assault the cotton cloud with my fists of fury.
Would you join me?
Would you stand on the sidelines?
Would you turn away and pretend that you didn’t see anything?
Or would you hold those little bitches down while I cut their stupid haircuts.
I had the bowl cut in 1980 and have the photo to prove it.
Site loading problems - need help!
My site has been loading mad slow for about two weeks now. I can’t for the life of me figure out what the hell is going on.
Any ideas as to how I get to the bottom of this?
UPDATE: Problem solved. It was my del.icio.us feed. Thanks CK.
Almond paste sculptures
It wasn’t on our original agenda for our trip but who can resist a visit to Israel’s very own Marzipan museum? Despite Ziva’s hatred for everything almond, we sure couldn’t, that’s for sure. I mean, I read that they had a life size Elvis made out of marzipan. No way was I going to miss out on that. We left Ramot on the Golan late Saturday afternoon and anxiously made our way for towards Kfar Tavor, a nice village next to the very biblical Mount Tavor. The Jezreel Valley apparently has the ideal climate to grow olives, grapes and almonds. Not suprisingly, Kfar Tavor produces olive oil, wine and marzipan. Upon purchasing our tickets we received a complimentary piece of marzipan and a small cup of almond juice. Ziv opted for lemonade, she HATES almonds. Have I mentioned that? We had a nice intro to how marzipan is made by a lovely young woman Nitzan and learned that while most of the world produces with an almond content of 30 percent, Kfar Tavor marzipan has between 45-65 percent! Can you believe it? The marzipan museum wasn’t a museum per se, but a gallery of marzipan art. Who knew there was a subculture of folks who mold marzipan? It’s definately bizarre. I kind of don’t get it. Anyway, I didn’t let that stop me from enjoying the museum.
The following two photos were my favorite sculptures. The first is of an Israeli family enjoying a nice bbq, the second is of one of my favorite places in the world, Jerusalem’s open air market, Mahane Yehuda.
Harry Potter sculpture
I thought the pita bread in this photo was impressive.
Impressive fruit and vegetables as well.
Defense Minister Amir Peretz. They also had Katsav, Bibi, Sharon and a myriad of other politicians.
The store selling marzipan, wine and olive oil was almost as big as the museum itself. I bought a bunch of flavored marzipan. Quick rundown of the flavors shown below. They include pina colada, walnut nougat, cranberry, chocolate orange, plum, cappucino, pineapple, honey pomegranate, cinnamon, apricot and apple liquor. The flavors I bought were carob, dates, ginger and Irish cream.
Israeli actor, singer and personality Yoram Gaon from the movie Kazablan, a musical that is sort of an amalgamation of West Side Story and Fiddler on the Roof.
The King. Ziva hates almonds.
Remembering "Zuck"
It was certainly a bizarre day to say the least. I recall sitting in a Jerusalem cafe on September 12 with a friend wondering just how many people we were going to know that were killed. We thought the number was going to be gargantuan. You see, I’m from NY, went to school at SUNY Albany and just about everyone I knew studied business and immediately entered the NY rat race after graduation. Turns out I didn’t personally know anyone from school that was killed.
Later that day watching CNN I saw a young woman on CNN looking for her husband, Andrew Zucker. I gasped. Zuck? No way. Can’t be. I hadn’t seen Andrew since probably ‘95 or so. The last time was when a bunch of my thuggish activist friends and I had traveled up to SUNY Binghamton to protest the student paper after they published an advertisement by anti-Semite and Holocaust denier Bradley Smith. By the time we got there, Andrew had things under control and we joined the protest already in progress.
The time before that I remember more clearly. Because whether he knew it or not, Andrew was part of one of the most defining experiences of my life. It was 1992, and I was visiting Israel for the second time as a participant of March of the Living. We were given free time on Israel Independence Day and a bunch of my USY friends saddled up with a few crazy cats (Andrew included) we knew from back home who were on Nativ, USY’s post-high school Israel program. It was that night that I felt deeply connected to Israel for the first time. We grabbed our flags, liquored up and headed downtown where we danced and celebrated Israel’s Independence with complete strangers all night long.
Let me add that we avoided getting into several fights with overzealous partygoers thanks to Andrew’s intimidating size. Respect.
I had known Andrew since I was 14 or so as were both active in USY on Long Island. He was a good guy, a bit mischievous at times, but always friendly and always happy. Our paths crossed ever few years or so, and I’m sure they would have again if it weren’t for the events of September 11th.
Here’s to you Zuck. Rest in Peace.
A message to Syria
The Golan is for Lovers
The lovely Ziva and I will be headed up to the Golan for a wee vacation. We’ll be staying in a wood cabin in a beautiful village. I for one am looking forward to eating goat cheese. This may well be the last vacation we’ll be going on for a long time.
Oh my, what do I mean by that?
War of the Beetles
I’ve been waging war against a group of Asiatic garden beetles who have been chomping on the basil in my garden. It’s a difficult task. Every night around ten I go outside with a lantern and flick those bastards off into a jar of soapy water. I noticed that whenever I leave a glass with a little water in it outside over night, I wake up to find a few dead beetles in it. This led me to the brilliant idea of leaving a few cups of water around my basil plants. Perhaps they’ll lose interest in the basil and not be able to resist the mystical pull of the water. I woke up this morning to several dead beetles in the cups. Harry one, beetles zero. I heard that beetles don’t like garlic, so I plan on spraying a olive oil-garlic solution tomorrow all over my basil plants. Worst case scenario my basil will taste like garlic. It’s a natural combination of flavors. Fifty-seven Italians can’t be wrong.
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