How Long Will You Keep On Blogging?I really should read these again and see if I still agree with what I said.
Building The Blog
Blog Questions We Ask Ourselves
Blogging for Ego, For Experience, For What
How Many Blogs Do You Read?
How Do You Not Run Out Of Material
Commenting on Comments
Credit given to her for the effort to hide her handiwork. She waited until her mother went to the bathroom and then went to work. Had she been able to decorate without covering herself in black she might have avoided the consequences until the next day, probably not, but you never know.
Believe me when I tell you that I haven't shared all of the chaos caused by her antics. All I know is that she is going to be a teenage terror.
I suppose that it would make more sense to phrase this as What SHOULD Treppenwitz Do? Maybe I'll ask Shola Rhodes for his input, but then again, maybe I won't.
I am torn about his question. Since when did I become so cynical and mistrusting of people.
#6: Nixon for PresidentIn 1992 National Public Radio's Talk of the Nation program announced that Richard Nixon, in a surprise move, was running for President again. His new campaign slogan was, "I didn't do anything wrong, and I won't do it again." Accompanying this announcement were audio clips of Nixon delivering his candidacy speech. Listeners responded viscerally to the announcement, flooding the show with calls expressing shock and outrage. Only during the second half of the show did the host John Hockenberry reveal that the announcement was a practical joke. Nixon's voice was impersonated by comedian Rich Little.#7: Alabama Changes the Value of PiThe April 1998 issue of the New Mexicans for Science and Reason newsletter contained an article claiming that the Alabama state legislature had voted to change the value of the mathematical constant pi from 3.14159 to the 'Biblical value' of 3.0. Before long the article had made its way onto the internet, and then it rapidly made its way around the world, forwarded by people in their email. It only became apparent how far the article had spread when the Alabama legislature began receiving hundreds of calls from people protesting the legislation. The original article, which was intended as a parody of legislative attempts to circumscribe the teaching of evolution, was written by a physicist named Mark Boslough.#15: The Case of the Interfering BrassieresIn 1982 the Daily Mail reported that a local manufacturer had sold 10,000 "rogue bras" that were causing a unique and unprecedented problem, not to the wearers but to the public at large. Apparently the support wire in these bras had been made out of a kind of copper originally designed for use in fire alarms. When this copper came into contact with nylon and body heat, it produced static electricity which, in turn, was interfering with local television and radio broadcasts. The chief engineer of British Telecom, upon reading the article, immediately ordered that all his female laboratory employees disclose what type of bra they were wearing#62: FreewheelzThe April 2000 issue of Esquire magazine introduced its readers to an exciting new company called Freewheelz. This company had a novel business plan. It intended to provide drivers with free cars. In exchange, the lucky drivers had to agree both to the placement of large advertisements on the outside of their vehicle and to the streaming of advertisements on the radio inside their car. Strict criteria limited the number of people eligible to receive a free car. Not only did you have to guarantee that you would drive over 300 miles a week, you also had to complete a 600-question survey that probed into personal information such as your political affiliations and whether you were concerned about hair loss. Finally you had to submit your family's tax returns, notarized video-store-rental receipts, and a stool sample. The entire article, written by Ted Fishman, was a satire of the much-touted "new economy" spawned by the internet. Attentive readers would have caught on to the joke if they had noticed that Freewheelz's official rollout on the web was slated to occur on April 1. But readers who didn't notice this tip-off flooded the offices of Esquire with calls, demanding to know how they could sign up to drive a free minivan. The satire also went over the head of the CEO's of a number of real internet start-ups with business plans similar to that of the fictitious Freewheelz, companies such as Mobile Billboard Network, Freecar.com, and Autowraps.com. Larry Butler, the CEO of freecar.com, later confessed to Fishman that he was so scared at the prospect of this new competition that he cried when he first read the article.
The question was this:
Who would win in a fight between Edgar Allen Poe, Mark Twain and Charles Dickens?
Would a Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's court call it the best of times, or the worst of times. Would his tell-tale heart be strong enough to defeat Injun Joe.
In the end we couldn't come to a consensus upon the winner, so we decided to wait for our friend Godot. And would you believe that we are still waiting.
lyrics breathless at dawn again i could feel myself growing older i could feel myself
the heart wants what the heart wants
Stacey Will You
Mary by sarah mclachlan meaning
Me and my shadow
do you stand 'in line' or 'on line'
average per day lovemaking in marriage
questions to ask about the meaning of life
what do you call giving oral sex in a car while driving
being sex incompatible
how to live in the back of your truck
the love you take is equal to the love you make meaning
do men have emotions
valentines day should be banned or not
daughter who has seen my erection
pros of polygamy
have a hammer in the morning meaning
what is the meaning of in my bag mean
what do people do when they have sex
heroes are born not made
heroes are made - not born
pc or apple computer
jews sex with sheets
fall in love again
do snails attract scorpions?
johnny loves june
It never used to be that way. They used to fit into one of three areas.
1) The buddy who called to ask me to join him at a club or bar.
2) The friend who called because their girlfriend/boyfriend had broken up with them and they needed to talk.
3) The friend who called because they needed me to come serve as in-house counsel.
I didn't mind those calls at that much. People used to laugh about how it seemed like I never slept. You could call at 3 am and find me wide awake.
Those days are gone now. There is still an open phone policy. If you really need me you can call at any time, but make sure that it is serious.
Lately the policy has been abused and I am starting to become quite cranky. The worst offenders are my parents. Smart people who don't wear watches and ignore the huge time difference between the states and Israel.
No wonder I am so &$&#^$@ grumpy this morning.
What I find most challenging is that I think my best writing comes from when I really feel things. So to write this section I have been trying to put myself in that place. It is quite unpleasant and I find myself falling into a foul mood, but I do want to get it done. As in all things music helps set the tone.
"What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end"
Hurt- Nine Inch Nails
Here are some sections that I am trying to weave together:
How I Deal With PainThe goal is to tie everything into the material here.
It Made Me Spit Blood
The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants
Welcome To The Insomniac's Theater
Letting Love Go
The Day After
The Day Joy Left My Life
Married To the Wrong Woman
Jimmy Cox- First try
Alone In The Dark
A) Watch and keep an eye out to see if it happened again.
B) Film the incident and burn it onto a DVD.
C) Have the balls to submit the footage to the police.
What about choosing all three. Now I don't know about you, but if I was the tipster I might be a little nervous about my neighbor. You don't know what he might do in a fit of rage. Imagine your poor rocking chair. Consider the feelings of your own wicker furniture. Think about the impact this might have on your ottoman.
"BELLEVUE, OH -- A man in central Ohio is accused of having sex with his picnic table.
The investigation began when a tipster gave police three DVDs showing Arthur Price having sexual intercourse with a metal round table on his deck.
The incidents occurred between January and March 2008.
Police say the DVDs show Price involved in a sex act in his bedroom. He walks out to his deck, tilts the table on its side and has sex with it.
Police say Price lives near an elementary school.
Price admitted that he had sex with the picnic table when police questioned him.
He confirmed to police the incidents caught on the DVDs and said he had also had sex with the table inside the home.
Price faces four counts of public indecency. He is free on a $20,000 bond."
A Star Wars fan got closer to his idols than he would perhaps have liked when he was attacked in his garden by Darth Vader.
Jedi Master Jonba Hehol - known to family and friends as Barney Jones, 36, of Holyhead - was giving a TV interview in his back garden for a documentary when a man, dressed in a black bin-bag and wearing Darth Vader's trademark shiny black helmet, leapt over his garden fence.
Wielding a metal crutch - his lightsaber presumably being in for repairs - the Sith Lord proceeded to lay about his opponent, whose Jedi powers proved inadequate for the task of defending himself.
After besting Master Hehol in single combat, Vader, who The Sun reports was under the influence of alcohol, went on to assault the camera crew and a hairdresser.
Master Hehol, a hairdresser, who founded the first-ever British Jedi Church in loving homage to the world-famous science fiction franchise with his brother Daniel, was unimpressed by the revenge of the Sith.
"This wasn't a joke. This was serious," he said.
My Way- Frank Sinatra
Suspicious Minds- Elvis Presley
Hurt- Johnny Cash Cover version
Whiskey Lullaby- Brad Paisley & Allison Krauss (Live version here)
You're Gonna Miss This- Trace Adkins
Believe it or not my children and I talk about a lot of things besides body parts and funny noises.
Lately my son and I have spent quite a bit of time talking about what happens when you grow up. He wants to know if you have to get married and how you decide what kind of job you are going to have.
I really enjoy these discussions. He is still so very innocent and open to so many different ideas and possibilities. A blank tablet. I often wonder what he is going to draw there. What kind of man is he going to grow up to be. I do my best to try and give him some guidance, teach him what to look out for, who to avoid and how to get all that he wants.
The bottom line is that I want my children to live a life without regret. One day, a thousand years from now when they look back I want them to have more than a wistful smile. I want them to talk to their grandchildren about having lived a very full and rich life. I suppose that some people might ask what that means.
The answer is that it is different for everyone.
I am not sure if anyone can really say that they lived a life without regret. There are always things that we do that we look back upon and shake our heads. We're human. We're fallible. You can't always hit a homerun, sometimes you can't even get on a base. But if you can stay above the Mendoza Line things are probably going to be ok.
It is funny in a weird coincidental sort of way that the big guy decided to have these conversations with me. This is the first year in a long time that I have really been aware of my birthday. For the longest time I have been between milestones. I still am. In May I'll turn 39. Just one more year until 40.
Forty doesn't sound old to me. As a kid I remember people making a big deal out of it. So many comments about 40 being when you have a midlife crisis. I have two grandparents who are 94. That is more than double my age so I figure that I still have a while before anyone can truly call me middle aged.
Still, it is hard not to take a look at myself and wonder if this is all there is. It is hard to look in the mirror and not recognize the guy looking back at me. In my mind I see that 19-20 year-old guy. Flat stomach, full head of hair, metabolism that let him eat with reckless abandon. He is still there. I know that he is.
Yet, the look in my eyes is different. My mother used to speak of a mischievous glint in my eye. My sisters all say that they can always tell when I am up to something. That glint is accompanied by a smile and sometimes a full laugh.
Except, the guy looking back at me seems to be missing those things. It is an older face, worn and a bit weathered. The lines and the never ending five o'clock shadow give an edge that never used to be.
Musical interlude:Still, I am not as melancholy as I might sound. Sentimental, but not totally mired in sadness. Confused and unsure about a few things, but age has given me a few gifts, more on that later.
Boys of Summer- Don Henley
Just Another Day- Jon Secada
Just Another Day live- Oingo Boingo (Video version)
If you asked I could give you a list of regrets. It is not a huge list. There are a few key items on there that I still might be able to change. I have a lot of time and infinite energy to try and grab that brass ring. The ponies go up and they go down. Sometimes you just have to have faith that when you go up you end up with the silver instead of the brass.
Seeing as I have Oingo Boingo playing in the background let me share some lyrics from We Close Our Eyes. I kind of like these.
"And if you come to meSo I sit on his bed and listen to him read a story to me. This boy, this very large boy who once fit into my arm. The baby I held in a pretend Heisman Trophy stance asks me what he should be when he grows up.
And if you touch my hand
I might just slip away
I might just disappear
Who am i?
And if you think Im worth it
And if you think its not too late
We might start falling
If we dont try to hard
We might start falling in love
We're on the healing path
We're on a roller coaster ride
That could never turn back
And if you love me
And if you really try
To make the seconds count
Then we can close our eyes"
"Happy." That is all I want. Just for you to be happy.
But at seven he is too young for major philosophical discussions so we try to focus the conversation. I explain that he should learn every day, that knowledge is a tool that he can use to take him anywhere. I sound like such a cheesy greeting card, but it is true.
He wants to know if he can get a job working with me. He says that it will be really cool and that he'll be a good listener. I smile and tell him not to worry about it. I don't mention that today I heard that a few more of the boys are getting divorced. I can't help but chuckle thinking about it. He doesn't like girls, he'd be happy to hear that the boys were going to live on their own.
Ok, secretly he does like girls. He won't admit it but he loves it when they chase him.
He asks why I didn't work with my dad and we have a brief conversation about why people have different interests. He nods his head and tells me that it sounds a little weird to him when I call my parents "mom" and "dad." He has seen a lot of pictures of me as a child, but he can't quite reconcile the boy I was with who I am today.
That is ok, I am not sure I can either.
It's too late - CaroleKing
Annie´s Song- John Denver
You'll never find another Love Like Mine- Lou Rawls (Confession- I sang this at a karaoke bar..once.)
Where Is The Love-Donny Hathaway and Roberta Flack (Old man, how does that elevator feel.)
Southern Nights - Glen Campbell
I'd Love You To Want Me - Lobo
Without You (Harry Nilsson)
The Hustle-Van McCoy (and here are your favorite dancing inmates.)
Go Your Own Way- Fleetwood Mac
Content is just as important in the audio posts as it is in the written. If you are not coming up with compelling content than you are not going to be able to retain your readers/listeners.
The other thing I suggest you do is listen to your post to determine if the sound quality is good. Sometimes I stutter, stammer or slur some words. If it fits the post, then I leave it as is. But if I feel it detracts from it I will go ahead and redo it.
What do you think about all this?
There are about 5,500 posts here. To give you an inkling of what you might find here is a snapshot of some posts that are worth a read.
Anyway, I appreciate your time and hope that you'll come back to visit again.
- The Many Layers of Hell
- The GermoPhobe
- Jack's Experience In the Ladies Room
- What The Hell Happened to Courtesy
- Inside the Blogger's Studio- A Dream, Er Nightmare
- The tears that do not fall
- She Needs To Know About Boys
- Great Moments In Parenting- Parts of our Body That Grow
- Letting Love Go
- The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants
- Alone In The Dark
- He Put a Gun To My Head
- Stumbling Through Life
- Me & The UItimate Fighter- Road Rage
- The Bearer of Bad Tidings- One Less Set of Footsteps
Hungry Heart- When I was younger I used to just get in the car and drive, destination unknown. Every now and then that wanderlust hits me again. Sometimes the road not taken is the one that I miss the most.
Tougher Than The Rest- So many memories tied up in this one.
Tunnel Of Love- Can it really be 20 years. This song always makes me wonder.
Better Days- In my mind he is a master poet.
Leap Of Faith- Not his greatest song, but I like the idea behind it. And I enjoy the opening monologue.
No Surrender- This was high school for me, or should I say that it came out when I was in high school.
Dead Man Walkin'- I suppose that you could say that I like songs with stories behind them, don't have to be real.
Waitin' On A Sunny Day- Hope springs eternal.
Visions of Paradise- Another story that might have been, could still be or never was. Love this stuff.
Gimme Shelter- It is The Rolling Stones and not just Mick. Great song, the video fits.
Paul McCartney and miscellaneous others.BTW, had a conversation at the office with a few of the fellows and decided that Styx ranks right up there with the sappiest love songs. Somehow we all got stuck slow dancing to one or more of those.
Maybe I'm Amazed- Another song that makes me smile.
Day After Day- Bad Finger fits right into the 70s, but I like it anyhow.
God Only Knows- You have to love the Beach Boys.
Vincent- Love the painting.
Of course that usually wasn't the same sort of punishment as being stuck with a partner you didn't want while the D.J. played Freebird.
Yes, you read the title of this post correctly. I am asking everyone who comes by the blog to join me in celebrating The Second Annual Link To Jack Day.
As part of the festivities I am asking that you leave a comment letting me know the URL of your link. I'll return the favor in a different post.
For those who are curious why this year's date is different from last year here is a simple explanation. The Waffle King spilled a ton of syrup on my calendar and I inadvertently missed the date. If you don't buy that I can always argue that we operate off of a hybrid lunar/solar calendar that has two leap months.
Either way, it doesn't matter. March 26 is The Second Annual Link To Jack Day. Join in, provide a link. Leave a comment and let me know what your favorite post is. If you can't come up with a favorite post feel free to let me know what your favorite category is.
Last but not least, I am taking requests. And now have at it, let the linking begin with reckless abandon.
More often than not she grabs my hand so that I can pick her up. I look down and see these twinkly eyes and a mop of curly hair and I melt. Click here. If you close your eyes you can see my princess and I waltzing around the room. Just hearing the music makes me smile. I can hear her giggle as we spin. I can hear her shriek with laughter. And sometimes, just sometimes you might even catch me with a little tear in my eye.But she has added to her repertoire. Now she likes to hold onto my hand and spin in little circles. Apparently she has been paying a lot of attention to Dancing With The Stars. Not just that, but she has grabbed onto some more tunes for us to dance to.
Martina McBride has become one of her favorites. She absolutely loves This One's For The Girls. I suspect that part of the attraction is that her brother doesn't like it. She's a butterfly is another one of her favorites.
What scares me the most is that she has already told me that we're going to dance at her wedding. She is 3.5, what is up with the wedding talk. As long as we are going to jump into the land of ridiculous comment and thought I'll add that it is hard to imagine that one day some boy is going to take her from me.
I have a whole slew of little sisters so I have more than a little experience putting the fear of G-d into boys, but this time around will be different. I won't be the physical monster I was then. Back in those days I didn't have many responsibilities. It was easy to devote a couple hours a day to the gym.
This time around I'll be the old man. I'll have to come up with something that really intimidates those boys. I have a pretty decent glare. Add that to my voice and it is a decent start. But I remember what it was like to be on hormonal overdrive and how I had no fear of the fathers of the girls I dated. I'll need to come up with something new.
So I am playing around with a couple of ideas. I was thinking that the best way to determine the intentions of the guys who come looking for my baby girl is to introduce them to Guantanamo at The Shack. I figure I'll force them into some orange jump suits, let them experience the joys of waterboarding and maybe a taser or two.
Yep, that ought to do the trick. Of course I might wind up getting arrested so that is probably not such a good idea, but this is my daughter we're talking about. I am willing to take a lump or two for her.
Ok, time to leave the land of make believe and return to reality. The girl isn't even four. But I'll tell you, it is not hard to envision the future. When she puts her hands on her hips and starts lecturing me about how she wants me to behave, I can totally imagine what she'll be like as a teenager. Maybe I ought to run now, by then she'll have figured out all of my tricks and then what am I going to do.
The honeymoon isn't quite over yet, but the lack of makeup sex isn't going to help.
The truth is that I haven't been good about reading the manual. Instead I have been doing the old touch and feel. That works well for reading in Braille and ok for people. You know that if you put your band in the wrong place they'll let you know.
The phone is less forgiving. Piss it off and it gives you the finger.
But I am optimistic about this relationship. Overall things look good. Maybe its that silver man that keeps smiling at me, or maybe it is the Uncle Noah The Monkey doll that came with it. Whatever it is, I am ok with it.
Yesterday afternoon I headed off to enjoy a meal at what appeared to be a cool restaurant in Koreatown. My lunch partners and I were the only three white guys in there. The rest of the customers were all of various Asian nationalities, yes Jimmy, there is a difference.
Anyway, whenever I go out for some sort of ethnic meal I pay attention to the clientèle. I consider it to be a good sign when it is populated by members of the tribe of whatever sort of cuisine I am eating. In this particular situation my metric failed to protect me from a thoroughly unsatisfying meal.
The menu was really very limited, especially for me. You see it was written in Korean and as of yesterday I still hadn't learned how to read or speak it very well. Fortunately there were pictures so I was able to order off of the old point and grunt method. It is something that I learned from the Shmata Queen, the old point and grunt thing. If you have ever spent time with her in the morning you know exactly what I am talking about.
Anyway, I ordered some sort of noodle dish. It wasn't my first choice. My first choice was to get some sort of steak, but as they didn't offer meat, at least none that I could identify I played it safe.
A short time later my meal comes. It is a bowl of noodles. Stacked on top of the noodles are shredded cucumbers and an egg. The waiter told me that the noodles were spicy. That is ok with me, I like spicy. But the truth is that these weren't all that spicy,or all that tasty.
Lack of taste is never a good recipe. Unfortunately I was quite short on time so I had to deal with the meal as best I could. I can't speak for anyone else, but I really hate paying for meal that leaves me feeling bleah.
Today I was again jammed for time so I headed off to a place that I had been before. I played it safe and ordered a turkey sandwich. Somehow these yokels messed it up and turned it into some sort of sandwich nightmare. Had you been with me you would have heard me say &#$U&*^I*($%&#$Y$Y^ and &$& jackasses!
That's two days in a row that I have paid to be disappointed in my meal. On a side note it reminds me of a guy I used to know. You can him Jim.
Jim used to tell me that he never spent good money on a woman until after they had spent the night with him. Actually that is not how he said it, but it is probably safer for me not to use his exact words. I don't suppose that I have to tell you that I never double dated with Jim or that he and I somehow managed to lose touch with him.
Oingo Boingo- Danny Elfman
My Third Blogiversary- Not Quite a Farewell
The Evolution of Math- A Joke
Songs That You Have To Sing Along With
It is Better Than Toilet Paper
To our neighbors, my wife, Nancy, and I don’t appear in the least unusual. To those in the quiet Oregon community where we live, we are viewed just as we are -- a happy couple deeply in love. Our desire to work hard, buy our first home, and start a family was nothing out of the ordinary. That is, until we decided that I would carry our child.
I am transgender, legally male, and legally married to Nancy. Unlike those in same-sex marriages, domestic partnerships, or civil unions, Nancy and I are afforded the more than 1,100 federal rights of marriage. Sterilization is not a requirement for sex reassignment, so I decided to have chest reconstruction and testosterone therapy but kept my reproductive rights. Wanting to have a biological child is neither a male nor female desire, but a human desire."
What I didn't realize was just how much blog fodder there would be. These children provide an enormous amount, far too much to ever record. So I try to hit the more interesting parts. It'd be nice to hit it all, but there is only so much time in the day.
As a point of reference I asked my parents if I was as inquisitive as my children are. They laughed and said yes. My mother made a point of telling me that my pre-school teachers said that I had one of the most active imaginations of any child they had ever met. It appears that I passed both of these attributes down, which is why you get to read another story about body parts and creative names for them.
If you are a long time reader you know that my son and I seem to be engaged in a never ending conversation about our bodies, sex and everything that goes along with. The questions are innocent enough. There is nothing in there that makes me worry about him, but he does make it challenging. I don't want to lie to him, but I don't need to provide all of the details.
Here is a recent transcript of one of those conversations.
Son: Dad, do you know what a boner is. (Said with a big Cheshire cat grin.)
Dad: Yes, I do.
Son: It is when your penis grows bigger.
Dad: Yes. You can call it an erection.
Son: An erection?
Dad: Yes, an erection. It is not related to an erector set.
Son: What is an erector set?
Dad: It is a toy that you may get when you turn eight.
Son: Ok. Do all boys get boners?
Dad: (Pause as I decide whether to rehash this conversation.) Remember our conversation about making babies?
Son: Yes. But I still have questions.
Dad: Like what.
Son: Can you do tricks with your boner?
(Quick comment. I have to bite my lip so that I don't give an answer like: Sure, I can put out fires, swing hula hoops from it and use it for batting practice.)
Dad: What sorts of tricks are you talking about? (The old answer a question with a question is a beautiful parenting trick.)
Son: Can you make it dance?
Dad: Sure. I can even make it sing. You ought to see me in the shower. (Relax, I didn't really sat that either.)
Son: When it grows I can make it move.
Dad: Well that means that you are perfectly normal. All boys can do that.
Son: (Whispering) When I have one it is hard to pee.
Dad: (Whispering back) Me too.
Son: Do you think girls wish they had a penis?
Dad: (I so very badly want to make a crack about penis envy.) Nah, they are happy with what they have.
Later on I'll have to post part two of this conversation. In the meantime if you are interested you can find more of these tales by clicking on the children label.
Welcome to the Purim is over edition of Haveil Havalim. I noticed today that someone spent a lot of time reading my old post You Just Aren't that Funny. They probably are wondering why it is not called "You swear Like a Sailor." See, the computer is giving me grief, but I am not here to kvetch...much.
Ok on to the carnival. There are some outstanding posts this week. Read carefully. As a warmup you can begin with my post Death Comes For Us All- When Do you Start Saying Goodbye.
Bookworm Room shared Obama’s speech. Here are more comments from Jewish Atheist, JoshuaPundit, Seraphic Secret, Althouse and Andrew Sullivan.
Fiery Spirited Zionist has a post that says Obama's Church Supports Hamas. Bizzy Blog asks similar questions and so does Yid With Lid.
CK at Jewlicious had this to say about Obama: From Unimpressive to…. Jewschool provided this about Obama.
Kung Fu Jew is jumping on the bandwagon or drinking the Kool Aid. I'll let you decide. Solomonia also had this to share about Obama The downside of perpetual victimhood.
Soccer Dad is Speech less.
I thought that this was kind of interesting:
Blogging While Female Part 2: Five Women Bloggers Talk About Gender Issues And The Blogosphere.
You might want to read Rabbi attacked by Muslims in Brooklyn. Don't forget to read the Colossus of Rhodey and the Watcher's Council results.
Planck's Constant asked What Happened to the Fearless Jew? Unfortunately at Brittanica Blog we see: Anti-Semitism, Alive & Well.
From Sigmund, Carl and Alfred Iran, The Bomb And The Purim Holiday.
At TRH Purim vs. Shabbat? A Seudah Showdown And I suppose we should include Derashah: The Poetry of Purim Meshulash.
From Daled Amos we have Noah Feldman Is In The New York Times Again.
One blogger shouted Will someone please remind me next year that I SUCK at making hamantaschen? Please?!!! I have seen similar sentiments elsewhere. If could find those posts I would share them here. Unfortunately I can't quite remember where those posts were. I suppose that is the way the cookie crumbles.
Ah, at last I have located one of the missing posts. Try Pick A Pastry.
From The Seforim Blog The Origins of Hamentashen in Jewish Literature (Revisited). Rafi shared a joke.
Ask Frume Sarah about Agunot.
Cosmic X had Some Food for Thought on The Fast of Esther.
Neither a blogger nor a lurker be: What if Shakespeare was Not a Man, but a Jewish Woman.
Go wish Baila a Mazel Tov for Tali's Bat Mitzvah. Or ask Elie about Maseches Grynegznham.
At Rechovot read about The Parent Versus the Rosh Yeshiva. From there I suggest you read TherapyDoc's Decisions, Decisions.
From Head Wide Open Secret Map Of The Elders Of Zion. Mottel blogged about The Essence of A Simple Jew carried on his tradition of guest posts with Rabbi Shlomo Slatkin - . In The Rebbe's Court
I don't know about Me-Andering through Fasting. Don't forget to read Behind Hester's Pannim. Chaviva says Can you sense the struggle in my words?
Leah has a question too. Where are the single Jews-by-Choice? WestBankMama says Megillat Esther Is Not A Hollywood Production.
Well, it is all Purim Madness. Sammy shared Russian Town Warns of Jews Kidnaping Kids For Matzoh.
Elder of Ziyon came up with another called The classic of the Purim Torah genre. How about A Jewish Soldier In Baghdad.
Shira has a fine roundup of Purim posts. Take a look over here. The Grouchy Old Bear has a post for the XGH.
Judeosphere provides helpful information: The Official Judeosphere Checklist for the Aspiring Anti-Zionist Protester ™
At Jihadwatch you'll read about Abbas' advisor caught at Allenby crossing with 2,000 smuggled cell phones.
At Seraphic Secret learn why appeasement doesn't pay with Lessons of the Great Syrian Raid.
Carl shares Rabbi Chaim Kanievsky bans hiring Arabs and Government cuts security funding for Judea and Samaria Jews by 70%. Esser Agaroth asks What Is Racism?
The New York Times has a very disturbing poll: 'Palestinians' overwhelmingly favor terror and Kassams, oppose negotiations. Sigmund, Carl and Alfred have their own take The Willing Embrace Of Failure.
The New York Times is also being questioned about Fauxtography.
At Joshuapundit you can read Genocide By Inches. Ask Snoopy about Spare Kidneys and what do about Holocaust Envy.
Meryl has the Right Response to The Russians. I have to imagine that Zachor in Merkaz HaRav was intense.
Smooth Stone shared the tale of Second Temple Coin Used For 1/2 Shekel Found in Jerusalem Dig.
Barbara shared a tale about Hamas using Human Shields. My Right Word offered The Illustrated Manual for Police Brutality.
Boker Tov Boulder has the story behind The Purim Accord. Solomonia shared inFocus Celebrates Israel at 60.
Lizrael says Note to Israelis: This is what a Kiddush Hashem looks like.
Ask EOZ about the Tunnel collapse!
Esther K. and her Urban Kvetch have the scoop about the Shin-Bet Blog: A New Recruitment Tool...
You ought to read Rachel Corrie---->The American Muhammad al-Dura. Eric offered My Hasbara Moment.
Here is something that you don't expect to read "it is certainly ironic that a synonym for "patience" became identified with Israelis."
Dry Bones has the Purim Shmendrik Awards 2008. Mother In Israel offers A post about the weather, and a bit about the Jewish calendar.
From Treppenwitz Free advice (and worth every cent). Every morning some people give thanks to coffee.
Coffee seems like a natural segue to The Waffle Conspiracy. And the answer is that these waffles are awfully tasty. Speaking of waffles Jameel made a special delivery to Joe Settler, Rafi and Treppenwitz.
I know, I know. Some people are so addicted to waffles they'll declare war.
Ask Dr. Helen about Internet Addiction Disorder. Maybe IAD folks should check out Swallowing the Bait: The Gullible Ortho-jblogger.
Want to know what L'esibizionista means? Click here. What Do you Want From Me shared Her Double D's.
Gila at My Shrapnel has a special request. She asks that you leave a comment here revealing what country you are lurking/commenting from.
Schvach's father had Some Birthday. Miss Worldwide had her One Year Blogaversary.
At Shiloh Musings you can read The "Venice" of Lamentations.
Remember if you can't get enough don't forget to go see the Kosher Cooking Carnival #28 - Dayeinu Edition.
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I am not a farmer or a broker. Work doesn't mandate that I shave hours of sleep off of my schedule. It is my own choice, sort of. I just have too much to do. There is work to be done to ensure that I have enough money to pay bills. There is housework to be done. A leaky sink, light bulbs to be changed, sprinklers to be fixed, a fuse in the car to replace, trash to be taken out, smoke detector to be installed and a host of other things here.
This doesn't include family time. There is homework to help with, stories to read, discussions about school and more questions about anatomy.
In fact, I just may post about the string and mom. That is quite a tale. I may even share the real name of the mother who explained to her son what a tampon does and where it goes. Because he told my son all about it and as you can imagine this led to one hell of a talk. I am certainly not prude or afraid to discuss these things but I am ready for a short break. Can't I spend more time filling the lad's head with stories about baseball and March Madness.
All of this is just filler for the meat of this post. I love to read. It is not an exaggeration to say that I devour books and magazines about all sorts of different topics. I read quite quickly and fortunately have good comprehension and retention skills.
Our home is filled with a ton of books and a host of magazines. The problem is that I have reached the point where I simply do not have enough time to read all of the magazines I receive. I have to cut back. I have to reduce the load. I can't give up anymore sleep. I can't give up working out or anything else. They have already received reductions.
But I love my magazines and am trying to come up with a compromise in which I read more of the online versions. It is a reasonable compromise. That is what I tell myself. But it is not the same as holding the hard copy of the publication. I like to hear the swishing of the pages. I like the feeling of holding something substantive in my hands.
Magazines aren't the same as books. I am very selective about what I hold onto. Books are not to be thrown away. Magazines aren't either, they're recycled, but I still send them on their way.
If any of the candidates can promise to create a 36 hour day that doesn't involve drugs or anything harmful they'll probably get my vote. I just have too many magazines to read.
Purim is an exceptional holiday. It is one of my favorites which is why I always write something about it:
The "Purim Code"
Triage For a Goldfish- Resuscitating The Fish
Purim is one of My Favorite Holidays
The Boy Pummeled Me
As I look back at these posts I cannot be help but be struck by how many changes have taken place in my life. In a short period of time the world I knew changed...dramatically.
I can't really say that I am surprised by any of it. Life doesn't stop moving. You can't stop time. You can't go back. All you can do is move forward. But there is something very exciting about that. It is the tingle I get when I remember that life is what we make of it. Esther and Mordecai could have sat back and let things take their course. They could have watched, but they didn't.
If I look forward I see the opportunity to do more than grab the brass ring. I can get the silver man. It just takes a little patience and the ability to remember that the world is not black and white.
Life can be fulfilling or it can be incredibly dull and distasteful. It is what you make of it. Purim is another reminder of that.
Enough of the Tony Robbins material. I don't know about you, but I got suckered into taking the the kids to two Purim carnivals last weekend. They of course won more goldfish. And as expected the damn fish died today.
What a lovely prize. Not quite as good as the ceramic dogs they used to give away on Wheel of Fortune, but close.
Hope that you all had a great Purim.
If you search through the blogrolls you'll find me listed as Random Thoughts, Random Thoughts- Do they Have Meaning? and Jack's Shack. For a while someone had me listed as The Fabulous Jack and his Magical Shack. Unfortunately she has since hung up her shingle and moved on. The worst part is that she deleted her blog. Had I spent more time thinking about it I would have taken a screen shot of it.
I suppose that I could go off on a marketing rant about branding and how I should have spent time to think of a clever title for this little corner of cyberspace. If you have any interest in becoming a successful blogger a good title is a key component. I wouldn't say that it is the keystone in the arch, because outstanding content is critical. I'd like to say that it is the most important element, but I don't believe that to be true.
Dr. Helen asked if your car is a reflection of your personality. Perhaps I should ask if the same holds true of blog names. Want to gain a little insight about some old jbloggers? Try reading What Do You Call Your Blog?
Of course that list is now replete with a number of retired bloggers.
Every so often I consider retiring, I think that I'll hang up my keyboard and just start over. I'll take the knowledge I have gained from this place and apply it to a new venture. But I think that I'd miss this place. There is a certain comfort here, a familiarity.
Would I really want to give that up so that I could come up with some uber cool name. Well, maybe....I'll let you know.
Reach Out I'll Be There- Four Tops
Now if you feel that you can't go on
Because all of your hope is gone
And your life is filled with much confusion
Until happiness is just an illusion
And your world around is tumblin' down
Darling, reach out
Reach out, for me.
I'll be there with a love that will shelter you
I'll be there with a love that will see you through
Now when you're lost and about to give up
'cause your best just ain't good enough
and you feel the world has grown cold
and you're driftin' out all on your own
And you need a hand to hold
darling, reach out
reach out, for me.
I'll be there to love and comfort you
And I'll be there, to cherish and care for you
I'll be there to always see you through
I'll be there to to love and comfort you
Sugar Pie Honey Bunch- Four Tops
I'm weaker than a man should be
I can't help myself
I'm a fool in love you see
Wanna tell you I don't love you
Tell you that we're through
And I've tried
But everytime I see your face
I get up all choked up inside
When I call your name, girl
It starts the flame burning in my heart
Tearin' it all apart
No matter how I try
My love I cannot hide
You now that I'm weak for you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
BABY I NEED YOUR LOVING- Four Tops
Baby I need your lovin'
Baby I need your lovin'
Although you're never near
Your voice I often hear
Another day, another night
I long to hold you tight
'Cause I'm so lonely
Baby, I need your lovin'
I got to have all your lovin'
Baby, I need your lovin'
Got to have all your lovin'
Some say it's a sign of weakness
For a man to beg
Then weak I'd rather be
If it means havin' you to keep
'Cause lately I've been losin' sleep
Baby, I need your lovin'
I got to have all your lovin'
Baby, I need your lovin'
Got to have all your lovin'
Echo your name
Sometimes I wonder
Will I ever be the same
Layla- Derek & The Dominos- Much has been said about this song, by people far wiser than I.
Kind and Generous- Natalie Merchant-
It is ten years since we lost 'D.' When he was dying it seemed to be playing a lot, so I just associate it with him. Ten years and this song still can make me get choked up, isn't there a statute of limitations on that.
La la la la...
You've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
For your selflessness my admiration
For everything you've done you know I'm bound
I'm bound to thank you for it
La la la la...
You've been so kind and generous
I don't know how you keep on giving
For your kindness I'm in debt to you
And I never could have come this far without you
For everything you've done, you know I'm bound
I'm bound to thank you for it
Oh, I want to thank you for so many gifts you gave
The love, the tenderness, I wanna thank you
I want to thank you for your generosity, the love
And the honesty that you gave me
I want to thank you show my gratitude
My love, and my respect for you, I want to thank you
Oh, I want to thank you, thank you; thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, thank you; thank you, thank you
Oh, did I mention that they have been friends since they were eleven years old.
As we sang happy birthday I watched the glint in his eye grow brighter. A gaggle of great-grandchildren were there to help him blow out the candles. They see an old man who doesn't walk real well. They see a crankier man than the grandfather I knew.
They don't see the man who would sing and dance to Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen. They haven't the heard the stories of his time playing Lazar Wolf or other tales of the Yiddish theater.
That grandfather is still there but, he is clearly begun to slow down. In some ways the changes are so dramatic that you can't help but notice. I remind myself that he is 94. It is natural. It is ok, but it is still hard.
I am not mourning his death. He is very much alive, but now it is clear that he is closer to the end than the beginning. I suppose that I could blame some of this concern upon him. He does talk to me about death more than he used to.
Most of the time it is his fear of what will happen to my grandmother. He has a fierce and burning love for her. He confessed that he sometimes feels frustrated because he is not the man that he was. To paraphrase, "If your grandma fell I couldn't just pick her up, not anymore." And then with a bit of a smirk he said, "you know, I used to do those sorts of things. Don't think that it is just you younger people."
And so he made me promise that if he should die before my grandmother I would see that she is taken care of. I did, but I won't lie and say that for a moment I didn't choke up. He was teary eyed, "You see an old woman, but I see a girl that I still love."
Inside their bedroom are a ton of pictures of the family. There are all sorts of shots of my siblings and I. My kids love to look at them. My daughter looks at some and says "there is baby daddy." My son smiles and asks if the little boy with the curly hair is really me. I nod and smile. He knows that it is me, but it is hard for him to reconcile the pictures of the boy with the father he knows.
My grandfather points to pictures of his grandparents. He shakes his head and says that he can't believe that I never met them. I shrug my shoulders and say that they must have passed something onto him, so I must have a small taste of who they were.
There are pictures on the wall of my Bar-Mitzvah. My grandparents are dancing. They danced at every party. Every time there was a band the two of them were out there gliding around the floor.
I was about 11 when he told me that if I learned how to dance the girls would learn how to hold onto me. I asked him if remembered that and he said yes. Then he laughed and said "and once they learn how to hold on they never let go."
After he blew out the candles my grandmother asked him if he had any money on him. He asked her why and she made some excuse. For a moment they sniped at each other and then he realized that she had been teasing him. She smiled and told him that she'd buy him a gift some other time.
They kissed each other and shared a moment.
I'd like to write more. I'd like to give you a better description of who they are and what they mean to me. As the eldest of their grandchildren I feel a bit of obligation, but I think that for now this is enough.
The sun is setting, but the darkness hasn't quite come, not yet. One day I'll come back to this blog and ease my pain by writing about them. But not yet. For now this is still a celebration of their lives and the joy they take in each other and their family.
We should all be so lucky.
Karl Rütsche, a spokesman for Schwerzenbach council, said it was not happy when it heard Dignitas had settled in its community but was powerless to act. 'Of course, as a council we tried to stop them moving here and we fought the Dignitas decision tooth and nail. We didn't want the country's biggest sex club and largest death factory side-by-side on our doorstep.' He added: 'Having lost the battle to keep them away at least we can say that - on a positive note - everyone now knows where Schwerzenbach is. And as far as I know there have never been any complaints from any of the people living here, never mind a petition or protest action. Now they have settled in, I have to admit Dignitas seems to be a very professional company.
'As a resident, you don't really notice what is happening. We estimate about 200 people a year will kill themselves there, but we won't notice anything if we don't have to register the deaths. We don't have any hotels. I gather that isn't a problem because Dignitas's customers usually arrive on the day and go straight to the company's offices.
'The only problem ever is that Dignitas doesn't advertise its presence - and a lot of people get lost and have to ask for directions. But there are 300 customers a day going to the brothel, so there is always someone around to ask.'
YouTube has a couple of cuts off of the album, including a beautiful version of Stairway to Heaven.
So my friends here is a list of some of the music of my evening:
Johann Pachelbel - Canon in D
Samuel Barber - Adagio for Strings, op.11 (I find this to be particularly moving.)
Aaron Copland - Rodeo: Hoedown
Gene Krupa- Sing, Sing, Sing
Metallica S&M live-The Ecstasy of Gold(This always makes me miss riding my horse.)
Metallica - Nothing Else Matters(S&M)
Metallica- No Leaf Clover (San Francisco Symphony)Andrea Bocelli & Sarah Brightman - Time To Say Goodbye
Welcome to the Almost Purim edition of Haveil Havalim. Forgive me, but I couldn't help but produce another audio introduction.
If you want more insight as to the source of my pending madness you need merely read a conversation with my son called For A Good Time Call... That one was right up there alongside Great Moments In Parenting- Parts of our Body That Grow. And people ask why I am losing my hair.
Let's take a look back at last year's Purim mishigoss the JBlogosphere's Muqata Purim Podcast. Now that you are warmed up dive on in to the meat of our carnival.
(P.S. For those who are curious I'll include links to the various songs I listened to while putting this together.)
(P.P.S. Don't forget to check on this throughout the day as it will be updated.
Judaism (London Symphony Orchestra - Stairway to Heaven)
Batya presents Adar, When Everything's Upside Down . Mother in Israel shared an Explosive Purim. Ima on (and off) The Bima shared13 Things I Love About Purim!
Perhaps Lipa should have consulted with The BPS (Bansmanship Policies and Standards) Commission.
This is not a Purim joke Looking For Jewish Wife Swappers. I am resisting the temptation to share a couple of jokes. The Velveteen Rabbi posted Purim: redemption and the true king.
AidelMaidel shared the Danger of Cap Guns.
Y-Love saw The American Jewish Women of the Veil?
Ask Chaim about My Review of Dovid Gabay's Omar Dovid. Or maybe you'd prefer VeRuach Elokim Merachefet...
Eliya presents It does not die.
Carl blogged about Honoring anti-Semites in Berlin. From Gail we learn It's Up to the Jews to Save Judaism.
The Rebbetzin's Husband proffered The Conservative Nature of Halachah. While A Simple Jew shared a Question & Answer With Dixie Yid - A Hardened Heart.
Lion of Zion answers the question: Why We Need the Haftarah: 15 Reasons and Zecher or Zeicher?
Frum Satire says that a Web Yeshiva offers free Purim shiurim this sunday.
A Soldier's Mother: Remembering Our Enemies. Along those lines Shiloh Musings asks/says We'll All Be Arrested.
Leora offers an explanation called Belz? Hasid? Litvak? Yekke? Sephardi?
In Forged in the Crucible of Life Mottel discusses divine providence.
At Jewschool KRG asks Who are we? Redux.
Israel (Battle of Evermore - Led Zeppelin)
Rabbi Daniel Gordis has an outstanding post called The Shame Of It All. Here to Be Us provides a response to that essay.
ShrinkWrapped asks Has Israel Lost the Will to Live? Sigmund, Carl and Alfred offered this response: Israel's Malaise And Resurrection.
Breath of the Beast responded too.
Seraphic Secret presents Getting Stoned in Israel. From Israpundit we have “International law” does more harm than good.
There are a slew of posts about the terrible tragedy at Mercaz haRav. They start just below this:
Soccer Dad shared In memory. The Rebbetzin's Husband says that Without an Endgame, Mercaz haRav will happen again.
At Shiloh Musings Getting "Up" on the Eve of Shabbat Zachor is short but not sweet. From Mystical Paths THE POLICE STOOD BY AND DID NOTHING !!!! and The 8 Kedoshim.
At Esser Agaroth Terrorist Attack At Merkaz HaRav and They Were High School Students!
Harry in Israel asks How do you explain... Dr. Sanity shared her thoughts here.
Baila shared A Little History. Emes Ve-Emunah provided Final Thoughts. And Jameel says that Despite the horrific attack...we still rejoice in Adar.
Meryl continues to show that the media is more than a little confused about what is happening in Israel. Read about it at Rocket barrage strikes Israel, media blames Israel.
It makes me chuckle when the losing side thinks that they can dictate how things will play out. Yourish shares that with Hamas dictates surrender terms. You can watch the video of those terms here.
Solomonia shared more good news about our dear friend: Saudi Scholar Spouts Holocaust Denial and Calls for Genocide on Hamas TV.
It is Almost Supernatural shared Why Israel ≠ Apartheid from a South African Perspective.
Yid With Lid says Palestinians Long Tradition of Celebrating Massacres and that Olmert Is Israel's Embarrassment.
Rafi broke the important news Israel nearly kills Shimon Peres. You probably could use An Idiot’s Guide to Israeli Weddings.
Visit Aussie Dave for the Inaccurate Reuters Caption of the Day. From the AntiRacist Blog: New anti-Semitism disguised by hatred of Israel.
EOZ Shared "Galilee Freedom Batallions" and the 1974 PLO "phased plan"
and Gazans fire mortars at their own "humanitarian aid" (Hasbara failure #2).
Yet another controversy has erupted over land. Read about this at Facebook moves West Bank settlers into 'Palestine'
Imagine the horror of being disabled and knowing that you have 15 seconds to reach cover. Want to know more? Then you must check out Israel Matzav's Life and death for Sderot's disabled.
I have very nice memories from my time at the Golan Heights Winery. Drink enough and you might enjoy the Mad Libs For Peace.
Or lets try and Reword a BBC Headline. At A Time of The Signs they have Just a bit of sophomoric humor.
When words of consolation fall on deaf ears is the title of a post at Treppenwitz . Gateway Pundit offered Hamas Admits to Using Women & Children As Human Shields.
Ask Dry Bones about The Zionist Idea.
On a different tack at Israeli VC on Sand Hill road you can look into Dollars and Israeli start-ups.
Don't forget to be a part of the Online Purim Solidarity Rally For Israel.
Politics (Imperial March and Mess Around-Ray Charles)
JA makes it clear who he is supporting with Hillary's Really Starting to Piss Me Off. Atlas Shrugs offered Financing Jeremiah Wright.
Bookworm blogged It’s not that he was a victim….and asks Is it just me?
From My Right Word Spitzer to See Rabbi? Wonkette to See Hate Crimes Investigator?
Maybe if Spitzer had listened to Bernie things would have worked out differently.
At my own blog I offered Dr. Laura Blames Spitzer's Wife. TherapyDoc has her own take: What Would Freud Say: Eliot Spitzer.
Likelihood of Success presented Mine, yours and hours.
From FresnoZionism we learn that The Iranian threat is not ‘future’ anymore.
According to Sammy the State Department Says Anti-Zionism is the New Anti-Semitism.My Right Word says a U.S. Report Biased.
Daled Amos asks: Ben Gamla: The Hillary Clinton of Charter Schools?
DovBear opined about Obama's Pastor. Omri shared Daily Kos: Sure Obama's Race-Baiting Christian Pastor Is Bad. But What About The Jews?
At Jammie Wearing Fool you can learn about Tony Blair's Aide's plan: Let's Chat With Hamas, Al Qaeda and the Taliban.
Shira asks Napkins Please. Must be all that Southern cooking. ;)
Lubab was Found Out By a Friend. SuperRaizy inquires about Using Children As Fundraisers.
Rivster shared The Learning Curve. Want to see a movie? Check out Jewno.
From Tamara Eden we have Blogging, The Internet, Meet-Ups…and An Article I’m In :)
I am pleased to say that I am still a kid. Here is how I know this. WestBankMama says that she is an adult now. Since she is a few years older than me I know that I must still be a kid. Of course when I turn 40, 50, 60, 130 etc. I'll still be a kid.On the other hand Shira is searching for older bloggers, The far side—of fifty.
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