Some thoughts

As of now its in the middle of a identity crisis, I am not sure which way its headed.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I miss life.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Two summers, same feelings, diffrent results.

Sitting here in the first part of the summer in denial of what was going down in the land most holy, the disbelief turning into disgust, sadness, and a feeling that the land wedged between the Jordan and the Sea was no longer something I recognized, the soldiers no longer the friends they were.
In a certain way I didn't want to be there, knowing that friends of mine were most likely from the ones going house to house.

So I sat here wanting but unable to be there to help, shed many tears, and made up that I did not want to go back there, to a country I would no longer recognize, at least under to current government.

A years gone by.

I sit here again, not being able to leave, watching my brother arranging a group to go back and join their reserve unit, got a email today from a friend in a elite unit who until now has been doing operations in Jenin, who writes that 'between me and you, I am going north tomorrow', and I cant help but miss it.

I miss the land, in a weird sense the people, the bombs, the action, the gun shots, the music and beer, and once again I tell myself that everyone has their mission in life, and at this time I am doing my duty for the Jewish people by sitting here.

But maybe after this I will go back.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Life in check

Life is good, its moving along in a way that I don't have time to blog.

Make some money, go to a friends wedding, go on vacation, come home start a business. The headlines are all about drilling for oil, the world cup, a bit of news on Iran, a Washington scandal, hardly life changing events.

Good bourbon, more weddings and engagement parties to drink and shmuz by, enjoying being single.

Then every once in a while, realization hits that there really are things going on in the world, world changing events, either for the whole world, or for peoples private worlds.

Little brothers friend dies, a friend in Tzfat signs off AIM to go into the shelter because there are explosions outside, another brother tells me that one of the solders killed was a s'arsap in his chativah by his draft.

So I wake up, if only for a little bit, even if it lasts only as long as the Eyal Golan music I have playing, say a little extra thilim, and have a bit of a harder time enjoying the sushi for a while, then move on.

Not that I am that insensitive, or cold hearted, just sometimes it can feel that way.

"כה אמר ה' צבאות צום הרביעי וצום החמישי וצום השביעי וצום העשירי יהיו לבית יהודה לששון ולשמחה ולמועדים טובים והאמת והשלום אהבו…"

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

D Day

At about this time of the morning 60 years ago today the allied forces started their land invasion of Nazi occupied France.

My grandmother says that my grandfather was the first American soldier on foreign soil in world war two, when he got off the boat in the UK to start training his men. and her second husband was with the Central Command when they librated Dachau.

Anyone who hasn't already seen them, check out "the longest day", and "band of brothers".

Thursday, May 25, 2006

28 Iyar - Yom Shchrur Yerusalayim v Chevron.

Looking at the calendar tonight brings back many fond memories of my years spend in the holy land, perhaps the best memories associated with a specific date.
Looking back at the history of the state of Israel, one finds many miracles, and many things to be embarrassed of.

28 Iyar 1967 is one of those days, The recapture of the old city or Jeru, and the recapture of Chevron are two events modern Israel can be proud of, they did screw up by not letting the Arabs run away, and by giving the Arabs control of the Miarat Hamachpela, but all in all it was a good day.

Its the one day that music fills the air for a good reason, dancing, celebrating, walking around the entire city, from Har Hatzofim to Eir Dovid, the day that Arabs are smart enough to stay inside.
Its the one day that I miss being in Israel for.

We still say nachem on the 9th of Av, we are still in Galut, so when I celebrate tonight, it will be with the thought of Lishana Haba BiYerusalaim. By next year we should all be in Jerusalam, together with Moshiach.

Update: Click HERE to listen to a recording of the capturing of the Temple Mount

Thursday, May 18, 2006


Looking at my calendar the other day trying to make plans for the next six weeks I came to the realization that there needs to be a planning commission set up to make sure that my friends weddings don't interfere with my schedule.

I have four weddings, in a four week period in three different parts of the world, so trying to work in a business trip in the middle for more then four days is kind of hard.

So I had a idea, a way to get everyone's wedding in the same time and in the same place, and at the same time help make more weddings.

The Wedding Cruise:

A Ship that can hold about 1500 people.
One nice Ballroom.
Seven Weddings.
A bunch of Guys for the Chosson.
A bunch of Girls for the Kalla.
A bunch of Family Friends.
A few Shadchonim.
A Cruise to South America.

With such a event, you have guaranteed attendance, don't have to move around much, and you have the possibility of many more weddings coming from that.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Doing My Civic Duty

My short stint in the NYS Jury Pool.

After responding to a Jury questionnaire a few weeks ago, I was a bit surprised that they would want me so soon.

The instructions were quite clear, 8:45 am, I was to be there.

So after a sleepless night I showed up on the dot at 8:53 after getting stuck in traffic on the Subway, thinking that I would be shot, or worse told to come back tomorrow.

But it was not to be, for until 9:40 did we sit in a big room, all 500 of us watching court room dramas on the big screen.

When they finally got around to start processing us, after explaining us how to fill out the forms, a list of exemptions and disqualifications were announced. When the woman announced that all those who don't understand English should go into the next room, about 50 people quickly rose and made their exit, while the rest of the room laughed.

When they finally called my name, not to some murder trial that I had been hoping for did they send me, only to some civil trial where they didn't want me.

It turns out that back in 2003 A Jewish woman from Midwood/Flatbush struck a Latisha something or another, and is being sued for damages.

They didn't want me.

Besides for getting a Jury Questionnaire as a souvenir, I got a letter saying that I am a true American, and that I don't need to show up for another six years