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Shocking News: Adult Store Sells Sex Toys

This is so ridiculous I had to include it. Was the reporter so hard up for a story that she had to try and make one up. Ok, she didn't exactly make it up, but... Adult Video and Books on McDowell Road in Jackson is apparently selling illegal sex toys again. Jackson police raided the store at least two times last year after an undercover sting. Three people were arrested and several boxes of sex toys were seized. A "3 on Your Side" undercover investigation shows that the business is back at it again and is not even discreet about selling the devices. WLBT received the tip, so we decided to go undercover to see if it was true. Ok, the store named Adult Video and Books in a shocking move is carrying adult toys. And we know this because of the brave undercover reporter. Come walk with me and watch this unfold. Kandiss Crone entered the store and said "Hi...I'm going to a bachelorette party, I'm looking for a sex toy." After looking over the stock Ka

Israel's Lebanon Disaster

Michael Oren's piece in the Wall Street Journal Israel's Lebanon Disaster is worth reading. The following is an excerpt: "I had fought in war before but had never seen such intensive fire -- tracer bullets, rockets, artillery shells -- nor been assigned a more horrific detail. My unit was escorting the bodies of Israeli soldiers killed on the last night of the Second Lebanon War, a few hours before the U.N. cease-fire agreement took effect. None of us understood the purpose of this last-minute offensive or, indeed, many of the government's disastrous decisions during the war. We agreed that the burden of these failures would be borne by our leaders, military and civilians alike. Now, a year and a half later, veterans of the war are demanding that Prime Minister Ehud Olmert accept responsibility for its conduct -- or risk unraveling the consensus on which Israel's survival depends. The war began on July 12, 2006, when Hezbollah gunmen ambushed an Israeli border

Spontaneous Subway Dancing

Things like this always happen to me whenever I use public transportation. THIS is the moment a group of Thrill seekers hiJack-son a London tube train. Passengers were left open-mouthed when a group of commuters - including a suited man - got up from their seats and performed the dance featured in Michael Jackson's music video for hit Thriller. Want to watch? Click here .

Middle Age Depression- I Am Not Satisified

It was still dark outside when my alarm went off. I grumbled, hit snooze and unsuccessfully tried to return to the dream in which I still had six pack abs, a fast car and a girlfriend who didn't let me sleep. That guy didn't get up before 6 A.M. because he was just getting home. And if by chance he was home and awake then it was probably because he was preparing to go fishing or on some other vacation. He didn't groan when he woke up because his back hurt or he had a kink in his neck. But then again he didn't live in a house, have real furniture or a full refrigerator. And he probably wouldn't have paid any attention to this article: Middle age is truly depressing, says study A global study on happiness shows middle age is truly miserable, although an Australian researcher says this is not necessarily so. A study using data from around 80 countries has found happiness is greatest in youth and old age with depression being most common among men and women in th

Penis Talk Revisited

You may recall that my post His Penis Is In The Wrong Place in which I explained my daughter's concern about the Noggin moose and his non-existent penis. It is a short post so if you haven't read it go take a look. We'll wait for you. C'mon, hurry up. The rest of the group is waiting. Geez, Shmata Queen do you always have to read everything twice. Wait, I'll answer that. Yes! Anyway, this past Chanukah my lovely girl received both Barbie and Ken dolls, not to mention Barbie's hot pink car. That leads me to my second off tangent comment. Every time I see that thing it reminds me of Angeleyne . If you don't know who she is you never set foot in LA in the 80's. Now back to our story. This past weekend my lovely girl comes to me and we have the following conversation: Daughter : "Father, I have need of your assistance." Jack : "Daughter, how might I help thee? Dost thou need some new shiny raiments to adorn thy body. It is not as if

Gaza Buried in Flour

There is an interesting post on Martin Kramer's blog regarding how easily misinformation is spread. "The Boston Globe has just run an op-ed under the headline "Ending the Stranglehold on Gaza." The authors are Eyad al-Sarraj, identified as founder of the Gaza Community Mental Health Program, and Sara Roy, identified as senior research scholar at the Center for Middle Eastern Studies at Harvard University. The bias of the op-ed speaks for itself, and I won't even dwell on it. But I do want to call attention to this sentence: Although Gaza daily requires 680,000 tons of flour to feed its population, Israel had cut this to 90 tons per day by November 2007, a reduction of 99 percent. You don't need to be a math genius to figure out that if Gaza has a population of 1.5 million, as the authors also note, then 680,000 tons of flour a day come out to almost half a ton of flour per Gazan, per day. A typographical error at the Boston Globe? Hardly. The two authors

50 Years of Lego

I still play with them. That's the advantage of having children. You can still play with their toys and be cool. Here is a little bit of information for you neophytes . LEGO brick curiosities • There are about 62 LEGO bricks for every one of the world's 6 billion inhabitants. • Children around the world spend 5 billion hours a year playing with LEGO bricks. • More than 400 million people around the world have played with LEGO bricks. • LEGO bricks are available in 53 different colors. • 19 billion LEGO elements are produced every year. • 2.16 million LEGO elements are molded every hour, or 36,000 per minute. • More than 400 billion LEGO bricks have been produced since 1949. • Two eight-stud LEGO bricks of the same color can be combined in 24 different ways. • Three eight-stud bricks can be combined in 1,060 ways. • There are more than 915 million combinations possible for six 2 x 4 LEGO bricks of the same color. • 7 LEGO sets are sold by retailers every second aroun

Email, Email, Email

This is a post that I would have preferred to audioblog, but since that is currently not an option I'll spend a few minutes and reach out and click someone. Let's spend a few minutes discussing email shall we. I am an email pack rat. Way back in the early days of my blogging career I shared two posts with you called A comment about email addresses and comments and How many email accounts do I need ? If you are one of the few masochists who took the time to read those posts you are probably wondering why I need 24 different email addresses. I don't blame you because I wonder about that too. Although in truth I really do not use all 24. Off the top of my head I'd estimate that I use about six of them consistently. A few of them are unofficially retired . I check in on them once every six months or so just to see if there is anything worth looking at it. The submissions for the great roundup of the Jewish/Israeli Blogosphere come into the talktojacknow-at-sbcgloba

Haveil Havalim #151- The P.S.D. Edition

Welcome to the 151st edition of Haveil Havalim, the weekly roundup of the Jewish/Israeli blogosphere. This edition is being sponsored by Jameel's Waffle House where you can enjoy the best breakfast in Israel. In just a moment we'll officially launch the P.S.D. Edition, also known as Post Soccer Dad . We are in need of new hosts. If you are interested please contact me at There is a good chance that this will be updated and or edited throughout the day so please check back frequently. And one more request, I would really appreciate it if you could help publicize this by placing a link to it upon your blog. I hope that you enjoy it. And now on with the show. Israel Smooth offered Prominent Arab Editor, PA Officials Blame Hamas for Gaza Crisis and 20 Years of Research Reveals: Jerusalem Belongs to Jews . Try reading Why Arabs Suffer at The Augean Stables . Sammy has a suggestion for Egypt . Have you ever wondered Is Gaza occupied? Carl asks

Old Material Sees Daylight Again

My apologies for the lack of new content, been a little busy. Good news is that new material is coming. In the interim here is some old material that some of you may not have seen before. If Life Ended Today What Would You Regret Question About The Dead Where I Come From Why an orgasm really is all in the mind Oh Chanukah- Some Assembly Required

Quotes about Love and Life

What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ~ by Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion - I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for my religion Love is my religion And I could die for that. I could die for you. ~ by John Keats ~ I'd like to run away From you, But if you didn't come And find me ... I would die. ~ by Shirley Bassey ~ You will never know true happiness until you have truly loved, and you will never understand what pain really is until you have lost it. ~ by Anonymous ~ The most precious possession that ever comes To a man in this world Is a woman's heart. ~ by Josiah G. Holland ~ Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore.

Haveil Havalim Is Coming

Just a short reminder about the upcoming edition of Haveil Havalim. I am still accepting submissions. Please feel free to submit your post using our carnival submission form . In return I'll ask that you help to promote the carnival by providing a link to it when it goes live. Also, if you are interested in hosting please send me an email or leave a comment and I'll we'll make the appropriate arrangements.

One Less Set of Footsteps

"We been runnin away from Somethin we both know Weve long run out of things to say And I think I better go So dont be getting excited Oh when you hear that slammin door Cause therell be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin And weve been hidin from somethin That should have never gone this far But after all its what weve done That makes us what we are And you been talkin in silence But if its silence you adore Therell be one less set of footsteps On your floor in the mornin" One Less Set of Footsteps-Jim Croce Some of my favorite songs are those that tell a story. I'd like to be able to write as well as old Jim and so many other songwriters. Or maybe what I am saying is that I'd like to be able to write a song. It is something that I have played around with quite a bit, but never really delved into. Brevity is not my strong suit and it seems to me that songwriting requires that. Afterall how many really long songs are there. I suppose that you

You Need a Belt

Gun ownership for private citizens is always a hot topic. But I am guessing that most people will agree that if you can't keep your pants up while shooting, you aren't responsible enough to own a gun .

Another Keyword Search

Here is another sample of how some of you ended up here. Some of the searches kill me because they are just so out there. I am half tempted to spend some time using these search terms to write a post. Anyway, I left a few comments about the terms. They are on the right. favorite song lyrics besheret comic book religion how to make hard boiled eggs pressured into having children interpretations evel knievel (Sounds like someone is writing poetry in honor the departed E.K.) arabic thomas the tank grammatical errors and mistakes in harry potter (They need the fixus mistakus spell.) meaning going commando (A picture illustrates this beautifully.) how long does love last? how to teach a child to lose gracefully throw roses in the rain meaning human eaten alive by animal what is the meaning in princess bride? (Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. Prepare to die!) guinness book of world records most bras unfasten in one minute ( This is why I carry a scissors.) why women like to suck (Five words

The Crooked Finger

I spent part of the evening listening to Clannad and a few Enya songs. You can find a partial list below: The Theme To Harry's Game In A Lifetime I Will Find You Only Time It's In The Rain Exile - From L.A. Story - this one always catches me. There is that great quote in the beginning of the video "Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when it ends." That got me through more than one rough moment. Today marked one week since I had the splint removed from my finger and two weeks since the dislocation. The docs told me to take a full two weeks before I started playing ball or lifting anything heavy again. I made it one full week. Over the weekend the kids spent some time with their grandparents. My mother took the opportunity inspect my hand and reminded me that she and my father had given me fingers that were straight. I smiled and waved a crooked finger at her. It is not quite clear to me yet whether th

Blogging For Dollars

A while back the Shmata Queen asked me if I had ever considered a career as a professional writer. Now mind you, the Queen never asks just one question at a time. She is a one woman interrogation squad who can fire off 1,298,098 questions off of a single breath. I have learned through trial and tribulation to always carry chocolate with me. As soon as the first barrage hits I toss her the bar and for a couple of moments I am free to speak without interruption. Anyway, as I told the queen I'd love to make enough money to support a family by blogging, or at least make enough to provide a nice supplemental income. The question has always been how to make this happen. There are various companies out there that are searching for bloggers to work for them. Most of the time they are interested in people who are experts in a particular field. I am an expert in a number of areas. The problem is that these areas are already being covered by other bloggers or they haven't any intere

Streets of Philadelphia

Initially this post was going to be about the challenge of trying to take care of summer camp for my kids. Some of you are probably shaking your heads wondering why in the middle of January I would be worried about this. Chances are you're not parents, but we'll hit that story on a different day. I was seventeen years old when I found out that my dad's brother was gay. I don't mean for that to sound overly dramatic. It wasn't a secret. It was never hidden from me. I never thought about why he wasn't married or considered anything about his personal life. Maybe that is more of an indictment about being a self-obsessed kid, I don't know. Somewhere around the time I turned seven he moved from Los Angeles up to San Francisco. We still saw him on a pretty consistent basis. We'd go up to visit and he'd come down to see us. So it wasn't like I didn't see him. For whatever reason it just wasn't something that I thought about. The day that

Work Out At Your Desk

They call it the Springflex UB . It is a space age, state of the art method of trying not to get fat while sitting behind your desk. I think that it would be great for my office because most of the time I work in nothing more than a pair of shorts and running shoes. As you can see it works off of resistance. What do you want to bet that some schmo is going to find a way to bend this back, lose his grip and then pop himself in the mouth and or nose. "Hey Bob, how did you end up on disability?" Now that is a conversation that could be all sorts of fun. Anyhoo, I'll let you know if I decide to try it out.

Haveil Havalim- A New Beginning

It is a bit after midnight here in the City of Angels and I am almost ready to head off to my bed but to quote Frost I have Miles to Go Before I Sleep . One of those tasks is to draw up a quick post about Haveil Havalim . The inimitable Soccer Dad is passing the baton to me so now I get to play conductor. No wait, I prefer the expression passing the reins . It is the wannabe cowboy in me. I rather like the image of being out on the range driving my herd towards the new pasture. Oops, that sounds a bit like I am calling you sheep, doesn't it. Anyway, I am pleased to have this opportunity and wanted to take a moment to mention a few things. Haveil Havalim is the weekly roundup of the Jewish/Israeli blogosphere. It is a chance to promote your blog, expand your readership and to find new blogs to read. It is a win-win situation. Please feel free to submit your post using our carnival submission form . In return I'll ask that you help to promote the carnival by providing a l

American Gladiators

Last week I dislocated the ring finger on my right hand. It happened so quickly that it didn't hurt. One moment it was fine and then the next part of it was pointing in the wrong direction. I tried to pop it back into place. I figured that if I did it quickly I could prevent it from swelling up too much. It was a nice idea, but it didn't work. I tried three times, but each time I stopped. It wasn't because it hurt, but because I was afraid that I would make it worse or permanently injure myself, which leads me to my next comment/confession. I like watching American Gladiators . No, I don't just like watching, I want to try out for it. I want a shot at the gladiators. I don't care about winning the contest. I am not interested in doing it for the money. I want to do it because the competition with the gladiators intrigues me. It is still as cheesy as the original show . It is goofy, but I wanted to do it then and I still want to do it now. But here is the diffe

General Housekeeping Notes

Sometimes when I start these notes I feel a bit like Captain Kirk. You ought to hear a disembodied voice as the narrator, "Blogdate 01192008...we have entered the template redesign star system...." This evening I spent a chunk of time working on updating my template. I have been meaning to do so for quite some time, but until tonight had been unable to find a spare block of time. Ok, that is not really true. I hadn't been willing to use the free time I had to take on the project. Truth is that tonight I should have tackled a dozen other projects that were more important and more pressing than this one, but sometimes it is much more enjoyable to blow off responsibility. Besides it is a three day weekend so I have plenty of time to fix the motion detector, repair a gate and engage in some heavy labor. In case you are wondering I am pleased to say that I had the splint removed from my hand. The very next day I celebrated by driving to the gym and spending an hour shooting

I Still Feel Like a Fool

Three long years ago I wrote The Search For Answers About Our Ourselves . I can't say that I remember that day or exactly how I felt when I wrote it, but I can speculate. I can guess what must have been on my mind, not that it matters. Because the thing is that as I sit at my keyboard I still feel like a fool. I still feel like a teenager who is on the cusp of finding those answers he seeks. That one elusive thing that would make sense of the world is just beyond my grasp. I can almost taste it, but not quite. I am a tortured soul. Restless and second guessing the decisions I have made and continue to make. Don't get me wrong, I am not stuck in self-pity. I am who I am and the decisions I have made are mine. Some of them have been very wise and some not so smart. I take responsibility for them. Some of my friends are very good at just going along with life. They just accept what they are given and they're happy, or so they appear to me. I am not as good about that. I

Paralyzed- The Homeless Man

He stood there along the left side of the freeway offramp. Holding a sign saying that he would work for food or shelter he stared off at the oncoming traffic. About six feet tall, wearing a blue jacket, jeans and a pair of boots he watched and waited. We made eye contact, I in my car, and he standing at the side. For a moment I was ashamed. Ashamed because I had been wallowing in own sense of insecurity and doubt. Ashamed because I felt like I had failed. Upset because my touch seemed to be more of a curse than a blessing. Unsure and unwilling I had been paralyzed and afraid to move. And there he stood by the side of the road. No roof to cover his head, no visible possessions that I could see. For all I knew everything that he owned was on display. Inside my car I was ashamed because it was clear that in so many ways my life was better than his. I wasn't the one who was forced to beg for help. I wasn't the one in the cold. But between the two of us it seemed to me that I

Fourteen Years Ago The Earth Shook

Today is the fourteenth anniversary of the Northridge Earthquake. The pictures in this post are all from places I knew well. One is parking structure at my university and another is of the Bullocks department store that used to be at the Northridge Mall. I saw Schindler’s List the night before the quake. I remember it well. I went with a friend who wasn’t Jewish. We spent several hours after the movie talking about it. She wanted to know if I had lost family in the Holocaust and what my thoughts were. By the time I got home I was wired. I couldn’t sleep so I sat up until the wee hours of the morning. Eventually I fell asleep, but not for all that long. The quake hit just a short time after I had nodded off. I woke up to screams, violent shaking, car alarms and the sounds of breaking glass. When I stepped outside into the cool night air I saw a different Los Angeles. The power was out all throughout the city. The lack of city lights made the stars in the sky seem far more intense than n