Monday, April 30, 2007

Looking Forward to Tranny Awareness Week

In this post, I reprinted my father's letter to the congregation as he tries to live on the amount given to people in Oregon on foodstamps: $3/person/day. The onion (below) takes aim. Ha!


Thursday, April 26, 2007

Oregon Governor On Food Stamps

Gov. Ted Kulongoski of Oregon is living on a budget of a week's worth of food stamps for the state's Hunger Awareness Week. What do you think?

Asian Man

Jarred Georgeson,
Tavern Owner
"Hopefully someone tipped him off to that deli in Portland that will totally let you use them to buy forties and scratch-offs."

Young Man

Darren Butler,
Crop Duster
"Sounds wonderful! According to my pioneering guide, there is more than enough food in Oregon for the worthy adventurer, from plentiful beavers to succulent ducks!

Old Woman

Kristen Stewart,
Focus Puller
"I'd hate to be an Oregonian when it's Transvestite Awareness Week."

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Happy Planting

I was pretty sure that I had killed the basilicum (basil) plant. I mean, it looked almost dead. But I went out to water it today, and I noticed the remaining basilicum happy, healthy and strong. And so sweet it is next to the nana thriving next to it. I'm going to miss my plants.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

No Shabbat Guests on $3/day

Below I cut and pasted my father's weekly email to the community in Portland, Oregon:


Dear Neveh Shalom Community,

“Should we invite someone for Shabbat?” I innocently asked Carol.

“How exactly do you propose we do that on our $3/person/day food allowance this week?” she responded.

“Oh, yeah.” In that moment it had skipped my mind.


“Carol, does the Chair Affair include food?” I wondered about the fund raiser for the Community Warehouse we were planning to attend Thursday evening.

“I’m sure it does,” she opined

“So how do we compute that in the $3 budget?”

And then there was the Jewish Federation’s lunch at Jake’s this week with the German Consul General that I was anxious to attend….and the informal coffee appointment at Starbucks with someone after Minyan one morning.

Well, despite our best efforts, life has made it difficult to completely fulfill our commitment as we intended. Carol and I agreed to join Governor Kulongoski’s much publicized effort to raise public consciousness to the almost inhuman constraints on those entirely dependent on food stamps. This exercise was also meant to protest the impending further reduction in the federal government’s budget for the food stamp program.

Despite the glitches, though, we are doing it and in doing so, we have come to several realizations:

1) When availability of food is an issue, it literally consumes our every thought. Eating is so central to our being that when the budget is so constrained, we can think of nothing else, but what will I do for the next meal.

2) We did a lot of planning. On such a tight budget where every penny counts, it is absolutely necessary to plan meals days in advance and shop with extreme care, watching for sales, coupons and how to cut corners wherever possible. We can’t afford to make a mistake, buying something that might spoil or that our households will be unwilling to eat.

3) No “gourmet” foods or alcohol, and treats must be severely limited. We are daily bombarded with advertising telling us what we “deserve” and basic to all these themes is food, not necessarily for nutrition, but because we are somehow entitled. It’s a challenge.

4) In order to live on such a budget, it is imperative to know how to cook. Prepared foods are much too expensive for a $3/day budget. Unfortunately from much that we know, many dependent on food stamps are products of our fast food generation and either do not know how to cook nutritious meals or live in circumstances where they do not have proper kitchens, making cooking extremely difficult.

5) We had to be creative. Most sources of protein, such as meat and fish, cannot be included. Most fresh fruits and vegetables are also largely unaffordable as are most cheeses. Eggs are cheap, but have the added concern of raising cholesterol to dangerous levels. (One vegetarian Neveh Shalom family suggested that we increase our legume consumption. Another wrote that a bowl of cheerios and milk only costs about $0.35.)

6) Shopping inexpensively can be expensive. Carol’s first stop to plan for the week was at Winco Foods, where she bought some inexpensive staples and canned goods. She talked with our son Misha about how she was going about this project. “And how much did you spend on gas to get to Winco?” he inquired. “Figure that in your limited budget as well,” he suggested. “Poor people have to.” Added to that we know that in the neighborhoods where poor people live there often are no super markets and people only have access to much more expensive 7/11’s or small neighborhood grocery stores.

6) Dropping in to Starbucks for a coffee is clearly not in the cards. You could spend your entire day’s food budget on a simple latte! For that matter going out to eat anywhere at any time is beyond the realm of available options.

7) All this assumes consumers who are not required to be on special diets or eat various kinds of more expensive ethnic foods. The options become fewer and fewer for those who are lactose intolerant or must avoid various grains or suffer with diabetes or are determined to maintain a Kosher diet, etc.

Carol went to book group this week with a couple of slices of bread, her discount peanut butter and jam for her lunch. It prompted conversation among the ladies and they had the opportunity to take a few minutes to think about the issue of food insecurity and what it means not to either have a full refrigerator that one can resort to at any time or the option of going to the local deli to pick up a sandwich.

There are many who disparage our food stamp program, claiming that many recipients do not deserve to receive these benefits, and after all they spend it all on beer and alcohol. That may be true in some instances, but I would argue that it is a tiny minority of cases. In addition the children whose families are beneficiaries are innocent victims of a broken system. They deserve to grow up eating healthy diets and wholesome meals, not to go to school hungry.

Thank you, Governor Kulongoski. I think your challenge is a very Jewish exercise. Many reasons are given as to why we fast on Yom Kippur. Among them is to remind us as we stand before God on this most solemn day in the Jewish calendar of those who have nothing to eat. And then when our stomachs begin to growl just after noon on Yom Kippur we read the words of Isaiah that I quoted two weeks ago calling on us to “Share your bread with the hungry, Take the wretched poor into your home, When you see the naked, clothe him, And not ignore your own kin.” Similarly we sit in the Sukkah in order to remind us of the innumerable people who do not have proper shelter and are exposed to the elements. On Passover we begin the Seder with an invitation to those who are hungry to join us in our celebration.

Governor Kulongoski’s challenge is not about famine and starvation. It is about something virtually as pernicious: food insecurity. The numbers are staggering and almost too overwhelming to comprehend: 35,000,000 Americans, 700,000 here in Oregon . 425,000 Oregonians dependant on food stamps with 80% of the food stamp benefits going nationally to families with children. The governor’s example has caused many of us to pause and appreciate just a bit more how so many struggle just to feed themselves and their loved ones.

In all our blessings in this country of plenty and abundance, how shameful it is that hunger remains an issue for so many!

P.S. In the end we decided not to invite guests to our home for Shabbat this week. (Though we will have hallah, the cost unless we bake it ourselves is more than an entire day’s food allocation, let alone wine for Kiddush.)

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Parshat Hashavua: Aharei Mot/Kedoshim Leviticus 16:1-20:27

This double portion is one of the most significant of the entire year. The opening chapter is the reading for the morning of Yom Kippur. It describes the ritual of expiation and purification that centered on the rites of the Kohen Gadol, the high priest. No other holiday of the year is described in the Torah in as much detail. The ritual includes offerings, washing the Kohen Gadol and dressing him in the special white garments for the occasion. He prays three times for himself and his family, for himself, his family and all the Kohanim , and for himself, family, the Kohanim and the entire household of Israel . In the midst of this ritual he symbolically places all of the sins of the people on a goat and sends it off into the desert, to Azazel. In observance of Yom Kippur we are told to practice self-denial, cease from all work and purify ourselves of all sins.

What follows from chapter 17 through 26 is known as the Holiness Code, directions for how to seek and achieve a sense of holiness. Central to that code is the sense of family described in chapter 18, warning us not to copy the practices of the Egyptians or Canaanites. Listed then are the prohibited sexual liaisons, namely concerns of incest and adultery, Molech worship and bestiality. The section also includes the increasingly troubling verse on homosexuality, more specifically male-male intercourse.

The second Parashah contains many of the basic ethical prescriptions under the heading of “You shall be holy, for I, the Lord your God, and holy.”

Among the most famous verses are:

10: “You shall leave them (corners of your field, gleanings and remainder of the vineyard) for the poor and the stranger.”

11. “You shall not steal; you shall not deal deceitfully or falsely with one another.”

13. “You shall not defraud your fellow…The wages of a laborer shall not remain with you until morning.”

14. “You shall not insult the deaf, or place a stumbling block before the blind.”

16 “Do not deal basely with your countrymen. Do not profit by the blood of your fellow”.

18” Love your neighbor as yourself.”

32 “You shall rise before the aged and show deference to the old.”

33 “When a stranger resides with you in your land, you shall not wrong him.”

35 “You shall not falsify measures of length, weight or capacity.”

Friday, April 27, 2007

May His Memory Be For A Blessing

Memorializing the dead is hard, seeking to memorialize someone who impacted your life but you never met... much harder.

As a cellist from age 5 to 15, I always loved the instrument. My parents supported my attention to classical music, paying for lessons, renting instruments, buying me tapes and CDs and even taking me to live concerts. I loved YoYoMa, who doesn't?

But last year I went to go hear Rostropovich conduct Shostakovitch at the SF Symphony. Classical music has often moved me, but never in my life have I been moved to tears by a performance.... never until this concert. It was so vibrant, like a living being, furious, playful, fast, joyous, wow. I'm emotional just recounting the concert. As a player and conductor he will be remembered as a giant. I will never forget my brief encounter with his majesty.

Mid East News Makes Me.... Blah, Blah.

Sometimes I even feel like this. Blah, Blah, Blah.

Memorials and Independences: May Our Destinies Be Bound Together

I wrote this post a few days ago, so please forgive its late posting.

The last two days here have been full of tekes (ceremony) and memory. Celebrating Yom Hazikaron and Yom Haatzmaut on top of each other here means that all the emotions are bound up with one another, conflating issues, and creating an intensity of moment that is hard to handle.

Sunday night I headed to TA with my roommate and her sister. When the 8pm siren went off we were parking the car at IM's house. Both she and her sister climbed out of the car and SNAPPED to military attention stance. It was amazing to watch, considering I had never seen either of them do anything to remind me that they both served in the IDF. Of course they did, but this was a visceral reminder.

Monday morning I met up with IM to attend the memorial tekes at her elementary school. They read the list of names of people who have "fallen in service to the country". It seemed to last forever. After every three names I kept thinking, "this must be the last one." And then it continued on. Unbelievable. There was a lot of singing, but no clapping. There was an eeriness to the regularity with which this same ceremony has replayed itself in that very courtyard.

I felt a little odd, straddling the sense of both being an outsider, sort of a spy, and yet partially connected to what was going on. I blended into the crowd in the sense that I was wearing a white T shirt and jeans just like everyone else in the courtyard and knew all the words to hatikva. But I knew that there was something one step removed about my participation.

Also interestingly the list of the fallen includes victims of terror attacks, people who fell during military service even when they were off duty such as in car accidents, and people who committed suicide during their service. While I can understand the additions of the suicide and remembering the victims of terror, is it honest to include people who died in car accidents? Considering how ubiquitous car accidents unfortunately are in this country, does this addition make any sense? Would you also include people who died of disease during their service? Should the country also include people who died shortly after their service ended? Should the list just include everyone who dies between the age of 18 and 20? On the one hand, you might say, "Add everybody, what's the harm?" But I do think there is something detrimental to the national psyche with that on a few levels. First, the large number that is reported is politically important and used here in Israel. Israelis talk about this gigantic percentage of the potential population "lost" at this time. Second, it elevates the death of some over the death of others. What if you had a child that died shortly after their service and they weren't included in this venerated list? Wouldn't you feel deprived of the national attention given to the selected people over your child? On one level, this whole line of thinking is sickening. One shouldn't consider these issues when mourning the loss of a family member, but this is reality here in Israel.

Also notably, the list includes people who died as victims of terror attacks abroad, such as Israelis who died in Sept 11. This was shocking to me and yet completely obvious to IM. For her, dying in Israel or dying in the Twin Towers is just a matter of geographical distance. The real issues are the same. For me, they are not. I don't conflate terror everywhere. But this speaks to an Israeli identification with the US, that isn't *always* shared by Americans. Israelis consider their destiny completely, utterly and absolutely bound up with that of the US. And understandably so. The US is its champion in virtually every forum at almost every point in its history. The oppposite perspective is not necessarily true. I don't think that every American believes that the future of the US is woven tightly with the progress of Israel. Yes, some Jews and other Americans believe that, but there is a self confidence and self sufficiency aspect to Americanness that does not extend its destiny to this small country in the Middle East.

At what point, is it going to be too much? Let's stop thinking about Israel lasting for another 2o years and start thinking long term. What about 100 years from now when people still die in military service from car accidents and suicide, but God willing, they aren't dying regularly in terror attacks or in combat? Will we still recite and add to this important list? And when will it become truly too long to name at every ceremony at every school, community center, agency, etc in the country? What will the nation do then?

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By the evening I was celebrating Israeli independence at a massive party, singalong in Kikar Rabin. I keep trying to think of an equivalent activity in the US. It would be like having a singalong in Pioneer Courthouse Square where we all sing "It's a Grand Old Flag." Ha! It would never happen in the US! I don't even know the words to "It's a Grand Old Flag". And I'm one of the patriotic ones.

The evening lasted until about 3am with a block party in the Florentine neighborhood of TA. Notably (sorry mom) there was ZERO SECURITY at this party. I asked my roommate why she wasn't nervous and she responded, "Don't worry, they have hermetically sealed the territories for these two days." You've got to be kidding me. That is no assurance of safety. But it was good enough for her, and thank god, good enough so that the party went on without incident.

During the day of Yom Haatzmaut, I went to a BBQ (like every single other Israeli in the country) at a moshav with friends of friends of friends. Lovely, relaxing, fun.

In the days since the holidays, I had challenging classes and went to the Golan Heights for a Dorot day that centered around the politics and culture of the area and food, and am now preparing dinner for shabbat. Be well. Shabbat shalom ya'll.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Shavua Tov

Shavua Tov l'kulam,

I just got home from another blissful, restful shabbat in Tel Aviv. Truly a fascinating city.

Shabbat this week meant 4, yes I said four, games of bowling (pronounced bah'oh'ling here), marathon speed dinner at YC's parents' home, a few beers, many games won and a few lost of shesh besh/backgammon, laughs, an outing at Basel, sun (burned a bit, oops), some cadur regel (soccer), and delish eats.

I haven't had a chance to reflect properly on Yom Hashoah last week where the siren went off and the world stopped. I was in class, but went out to the street to observe the silence in community. Apparently tomorrow night there will be another siren for Yom Hazikaron at night, and then even another one during the day following. And then the partying for Yom Haatzmaut (Independence Day) begins. There are already lots of flags and lights on the streets. Gaydamak has reserved a park in TA where he promises every person in attendance a BBQ something or other and a drink, free. Everyone knows he's trying to buy the public's goodwill in order to shore up support for a political party that he's trying to form, but no one's complaining about the free food. Also, the city of TA decided that instead of booking the hottest singers and putting on a concert that runs millions of dollars, they are organizing a massive singalong. (Yes Abba, I know you would approve.) I am oddly tempted to attend the goofy event anyway.

Talmud *sometimes* rocks. That's what I thought about the Oven of Achnai story that I studied this week. Of course, one week is not long enough, but we're going for breadth here rather than depth. It made me proud that my tradition has something so ambiguous and thought provoking at its core.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

In War....


This little bit of graphiti reads, "B'milchama Ain Menatzchim," translated "In war there are no winners." It is painted on my way to the central food market in Jtown so I see it every few days. I thought it was time to take a picture and document it. Not exactly sure what the Borat image is supposed to mean or the little green animal. Wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment.

Pics of the Protest

Actually, my first published picture (in my life, go figures) happened today. My roommate is a journalist and apparently they didn't take his article, but they did take 2 of my pics.

See here: http://www.nfc.co.il/Archive/001-D-128643-00.html?tag=16-53-33
Both photos are mine. If you look underneath in itty bitty Hebrew it says, "Tzilum: Tamar Isaak". I didn't actually even think they were that good.

Some other photos will follow in post later tonight.

Hafgana Al Haskalah

There is a giant hafgana (um... in English... protest... yes, that's the word) going on directly in front of my building. I was outside in it for a while, but the sound was just unbearable. The matter at hand: students protesting the hike in fees. Students and faculty have been on strike for the last few days which means my roommates have been home more than usual. Some classes are still meeting, but not on campus. For example, Yakar was a crowded mess because a number of Judaica classes from Hebrew U were using the facilities.

This is an interesting clash to two recent articles in the NYTimes spotlighting trends in American higher education.
This article talks about how the top colleges are just being flooded with overqualified applicants so much so that they are admitting the lowest percentages of applicants in history.
This article explains how the new president of Sarah Lawrence wants to attract a wider population, particularly those that might fear the whopping $50,000/yr price tag.

Mathew Henry Hall sums it up in this cartoon posted on Insidehighered.com.

As someone who is going back to school shortly, and returning to the U. S. public school system after having been away since 1998, the issues are close to home. While I have happily accepted Oregon's financial offer to study there, I am aware that the stipend I will be living on is truly peanuts. And hey, I'm one of the lucky ones to have received a stipend on top of a tuition waiver, health insurance and other benies.

For the vast majority of students in the US, debt is a fact of life. In Israel, students don't often *yet* go broke paying for school, but they commonly run a "minus" in their bank accounts. What does this mean? I think American society is coming around to the fact that at the very least all children deserve free health care. But what about free education at the higher levels? And does it count if the public schools in your area are terrible and there is NO HOPE of actually achieving/learning in that environment?

I actually don't see a clear way out of the mess. One could easily suggest, "lets reroute all that money going to Iraq and Afghanistan and throw it at education." First of all, that's not how policy works in the US, sorry, wish it was. And secondly, I'm not sure that this is purely an issue of money. It is an issue of communal values, educational philosophy, and short time horizons. I don't feel confident that our society knows how to solve this problem. I don't have a good solution.

Pics to follow.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Scenes from the Apartment (Dramatization)

Idit stockpiles food, there is no other way to describe it. Her stuff takes up 2/3 of the kitchen she shares with her two roommates, I among them. In her pantry drawer there are exactly 8 cans of corn, 2 cans of pickles, 3 jars of jam in different flavors, spices with backup bottles and 11 cans of tuna fish despite her professed dislike of the stuff.

In her fruit basket there are never fewer than 4 oranges, 2 lemons, and a few apples. And then, of course, there is the stuff she uses frequently. As a health conscious cook who learned to eat in Paris, she favors garlics, quality butter, a variety of oils and indeed even the off specialty extract, either vanilla or pomegranate.

Not only does she keep this stock in the apartment we share, but she replenishes it weekly without ever seeming to dent it. The entire stash just seems to grow.

After watching this phenomenon for a few weeks, I grew concerned. Was there something wrong with this girl that I didn't understand? Did she have some sort of OCD? Or was this the way Israelis regularly outfitted their kitchens? Was I the one with the strange habits for only possessing one bottle of tehina at a time and never buying my veggies more than a few days ahead of their planned consumption.

So one day I asked my other Israeli roommate what was going on. He answered bluntly, "Don't you understand? Her parents are survivors." And he walked out of the kitchen.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Can You Say "Good Timing?"

Read "36 Hours In Portland, Ore," nytimes.com.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Big Decisions.... Finally aka Quack, Quack Baby

Starting in September '07, I will be starting my second degree in Geography working toward a PhD at the University of Oregon in Eugene, Ore. Westward Ho. I guess you can take the girl out of Oregon, but not the Oregon out of the girl. I will be both studying and TAing, working my tuchas off for peanuts, but hey, I'm psyched!

So, you ask: What does a Geographer do?

Actually, geography is a huge interdisciplinary field that is much more than maps and compasses. Geographers study how the natural world works, how humans manifest on the planet and the intersection between the two. Geography lends a spatial understanding to the globe. Click here for more info on the field. Yes, I'm reading up on it too because I have yet to ever take a geography course in my life. Woah, not sure how I pulled that one off! Also, I think I might be the first geographer on the planet with NO sense of direction. Always a bundle of contradictions.

So, you demand, what are you up to this summer?

This June I will be returning to another place I know and love, SF, where I will probably be spending ample time grooving at Stern Grove concerts, walking over the GG Bridge, eating soup at NS's house, sipping at Medjool's rooftop bar and of course, davenning at the MM.

And then you request, when can I come visit?

Well, I'm glad you asked! Whenever, however... show up in the middle of the night. You are always welcome. I'll leave the light on (do I sound like a Motel 6 commercial or what?!)

Thanks to everyone who edited essays, wrote recommendations, gave advice solicited or unsolicited, and generally hung on while I stressed through this process. Mwah! Big kisses!

Words I'd Like to Bring Back Into Fashion

First, the Yiddish, "Feh." This site reports that the technical meaning is: It stinks! No good. My Dad had a nursery rhyme with the word feh. Here it is: Tom, Tom the Piper’s son, stole a pig and away he run . . . ”Feh,” said the Rabbi.

Then, "tinkle". Not at all related to "feh." My mom used to ask us on long car rides if we had to tinkle. I like it, makes me feel like my bodily functions made beautiful sweet music.

Here's a phrase that was used in my grandparents' home, "Loch in kup". Meaning: I need that like I need another hole in the head.

Of course, the one I use on this blog constantly, "oy!" It is so expressive, so loaded. I love it.

Bring back the words!!

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Another Countdown

Hayom Yom Asara l'omer, she'hem shavua echad v' shlosha yamim l'omer.

Today is the 10th day of the Omer.

I admit it. I feel old. I don't feel old most of the year. In fact, I can probably narrow my age consciousness to the month before my birthday. That makes 11 months of blissful unawareness of age bound things. But as you may or may not know, my birthday will be here before you know it, compounding this omer countdown with a birthday countup. Twenty seven is around the corner.

What does 27 mean? This website claims that all these things happened at age 27:
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. dropped out from his job at General Electric to become a full-time writer.
  • Henry David Thoreau went off for two years to live alone in a cabin at Walden Pond.
  • Cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin became the first person in space.
  • Memphis millionaire Frederic W. Smith, whose father built the Greyhound bus system, founded Federal Express.
  • Scottish botanist David Douglas discovered the Douglas fir.
  • Ernest Hemingway published his first novel, The Sun Also Rises.
  • Boston dentist William Morton pioneered modern anesthesiology after learning that inhalation of ether will cause a loss of consciousness.
  • Conceptual artist Piero Manzoni crapped in 90 small cans which were then factory sealed and offered for sale at the price of gold.
I don't feel any pressure to save a small island from death and deprivation or anything?!

But I do realize that life is short and I want to make the most of it.

For those of you who have an inkling of buying me a present to celebrate said occasion, I'm putting together a little wish list. Click this link for the wish page. I will add the wish list button to my sidebar, so you can check at your leisure. Of course, I know many of the items are ridiculously expensive, and I don't actually expect any of you to buy them... but if you want to team up ....

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Go Right Ahead.... Honk

The 5 pointed major intersection outside my apartment received some new gifts for the holidays: a fancy new set of street lights and a new lane configuration. Suffice it to say that the drivers of the area haven't quite figured out how to navigate the new arrangement. Due to the relative social acceptance of rapid and often honking in this part of the world, I am now able to listen to those sweet noises all the time.

Honking now adds to my regular symphony of car alarms, cats in heat, construction, and the off person screaming till they are blue in the face for no apparent reason. Thank God for being 5 floors up!

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

My Own Omer Countdown

Thank god for the extra bells and whistles that come standard on cell phones.

I programmed my phone to go off every day at 10pm reminding me to count the Omer. I'm not sure exactly why it felt so critical for me to count every day, but now I realize that it is actually a true countdown of my time here in Israel, as I will be leaving just shortly after shavuot.

Hayom yom shmonah, she'hem shavua echad v'yom echad l'omer.

Today is the 8th day of the Omer.

Woah, as alluded to before, I have lots left to do.
I'm hoping to:
study more Arabic,
garden more,
daven more,
study Jewish text more,
order more "hafuch gadol dal shumans",
run more,
wake up earlier for sunrise at least once a week (I had this going for a while),
schedule conversations with people with whom I always want to chat, but never find the time,
speak more Hebrew, forget more English,
give more gifts,
worry less about my future,
do, do, do.... (no, that is not supposed to be a song).

Oy!

OK, OK, I'm back... So Sorry

Yes, I took a hiatus for a few weeks, but I've returned better than ever. And not even *ahem* effected by the loads of matza I've consumed in the last week.

So much has happened: my parents visited for pesach, we traveled sweetly, unrushed through parts of Israel that they had never seen; I went to heroic efforts (I think) to both kasher my dishware/kitchen and not offend my secular roommates' sensibilities; I put on a seder (with much help) that lasted until 2:30 in the morning; I visited the kibbutz where I volunteered for half a year seven years ago (but felt like another lifetime back); I transcribed Friday night kiddush for my Israelis friends who "weren't sure they remembered the words"; I read a book from my mom about breaking objects in order to make relationships whole. Yeah full. And that's just the stuff I can remember at this very moment.

Basically Seder was extraordinary. Starting at 2pm, I sent my mother home for a nap (she had helped a ton already) and my friends came over to help with the finishing touches. The table looked lovely (I learned from the best *wink*) and there was just enough room for the 13 guests. SM led the tekes (ceremony, sort of) and we had discussions about inverse narratives, ritual and liberation, conflation of time and Jewish cyclical time (my pet topics). We ate, we sang, we drank a bit too much and I was told by two guests that it was one of their most meaningful seders in their lives. Amen!

See JN put the finishing touches on a lovely table as SM chat away in the background making read


In that big bad world outside my 5th floor apartment, other developments have gone on. The US Supreme Court made one of the most important climate change decisions in it history (yes, I am paying attention.) Israel PM Olmert has reportedly a 3% approval rating, while the poll had a 4% margin of error. Oy! People go about their lives breathing, making love, planning war, studying, crying, smirking, laughing, baking, laying carpet, and making mountains move.

I'm fine and didn't want you lovely readers to think otherwise. I'm more and more aware that my time in Israel is limited and I have much left to do. I'm excited about the next steps, even though I'm not quite sure what they will be. I hope all is well with you and please be in touch.

Neshikot me'haaretz,
Myrrh