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"omg" on We Like The Moon!
01/16/07 12:32 pm
I'd rather adopt a highway.
01/10/07 10:51 am
Why segregate your readers? Don't make us choose!
There is so little out there in the Jewcy/Heeb category that not only SHOULD you be working together, it would be stoopid not too.
I'm won't dispute the merits of Heeb vs Jewcy because its irrelevant. Heeb is a quarterly magazine with a sparse web-presence. Jewcy is online only and updated daily. Its apples and oranges.
See you at Jazz night.
01/09/07 1:51 pm
and Izzy, too.
1- no one is born a "JAP"
2- being girly is ok, being superficial is not.
3- the apple doesn't fall too far from the blog...if you know what I mean. It just goes to show, TV isn't the only bad influence. Real life can be just as detrimental!
now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for my eyelash perm.
12/25/06 9:05 pm
ugh. I know. Just hang in there.
I have to try not to be a party pooper because the other half of my household was raised Catholic, but even she isn't amused by all the holiday cheer (barf) around us.
I watched the yule log this morning and I hung my cheeseburger ornament on the tree in our lobby... but that's as far as I can go.
If one more person wishes me a happy Chrismukkah or fucking Festivus, I'm gonna scream.
12/21/06 3:57 pm
I hate the French as much as the next guy, but this Shvitz seems as out of place on Jewcy as it does on Israellycool.
am I missing something? cause I don't get it.
Montauk Marseilles,
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"can you say..." on Make Your Own Menorah (From Crap You Find Around the House) in 10 Minutes or Less!
12/15/06 12:54 pm
fire hazard?
I'm of the crafty persuasion, but I may have to forgo this one for fear of unintentional arson... OR light it in the bathtub.
12/08/06 11:45 am
I grew up in Manhattan with my mother, who's observant but didn't belong to a temple. My dad, lived in Brooklyn and belonged to his local synagogue. I spent Jewish holidays in Brooklyn, but because I didn't live with my dad, I never got past feeling like a guest in his congregation.
After my second year of college my dad moved to Minnesota of all places. I was not amused. Now, instead of going to Brooklyn for the holidays, I had to schlep to Minnesota. I had many preconceived notions of what a temple would be like in Minnesota. I imagined a dozen Jews in ski parkas sitting in a tiny room resembling a hospital chapel with swastikas freshly spray painted on the bimah. I though a street savvy city slicker like myself couldn't possibly have anything in common with these mid-western suburbanites. So I stayed away.
I went for the most obvious option, the GLBT congregation in NYC. I didn't have any family in the city who wanted to go with me, so I had to find a place where I felt comfortable going alone. Plus, I was single at the time, and thought it might be a good place to meet a nice Jewish grrl. Unfortunately, it didn't work out for me. Even though they were friendly enough, I still felt like I was crashing the party.
Eight years ago, my brother was Bar Mitzvahed in Minnesota. Turns out, my assumptions were way off. The congregation was huge, over 2,000 families. And normal people I might add, not the sheep herders I was expecting. But the clincher for me was the clergy. The rabbis, a trailblazing female senior rabbi and a hippie (I say that with love) who's never more than arms distance from his guitar were interesting, avant-garde, and welcoming. Since then, they've even hired a gay assistant rabbi! Finally, I found that warm and fuzzy feeling I had almost given up on. Now I go to temple whenever I'm in Minnesota where my (shiksa) girlfriend and I always feel welcome.
If you're lucky enough to feel at home in the congregation you grew up with, and your family doesn't mind moving the new treadmill out of your old room a few times a year, then that is most definitely where you belong. And if you can't always make it home for the holidays, shul-hopping sounds like a great idea.
After my second year of college my dad moved to Minnesota of all places. I was not amused. Now, instead of going to Brooklyn for the holidays, I had to schlep to Minnesota. I had many preconceived notions of what a temple would be like in Minnesota. I imagined a dozen Jews in ski parkas sitting in a tiny room resembling a hospital chapel with swastikas freshly spray painted on the bimah. I though a street savvy city slicker like myself couldn't possibly have anything in common with these mid-western suburbanites. So I stayed away.
I went for the most obvious option, the GLBT congregation in NYC. I didn't have any family in the city who wanted to go with me, so I had to find a place where I felt comfortable going alone. Plus, I was single at the time, and thought it might be a good place to meet a nice Jewish grrl. Unfortunately, it didn't work out for me. Even though they were friendly enough, I still felt like I was crashing the party.
Eight years ago, my brother was Bar Mitzvahed in Minnesota. Turns out, my assumptions were way off. The congregation was huge, over 2,000 families. And normal people I might add, not the sheep herders I was expecting. But the clincher for me was the clergy. The rabbis, a trailblazing female senior rabbi and a hippie (I say that with love) who's never more than arms distance from his guitar were interesting, avant-garde, and welcoming. Since then, they've even hired a gay assistant rabbi! Finally, I found that warm and fuzzy feeling I had almost given up on. Now I go to temple whenever I'm in Minnesota where my (shiksa) girlfriend and I always feel welcome.
If you're lucky enough to feel at home in the congregation you grew up with, and your family doesn't mind moving the new treadmill out of your old room a few times a year, then that is most definitely where you belong. And if you can't always make it home for the holidays, shul-hopping sounds like a great idea.
12/07/06 4:02 pm
Last summer my family planned a trip to Israel. As the date got closer, my brother started this avalanche of emails:
I'm going to Israel, in a hurry
Lucky for me, I'll have no worries
Before I leave, I promise to shower
I'll be on the plane, for over 10 hours
to which our father replied:
We'll be on our way in a big airplane
Lots of people and a movie too
I hope it goes fast and we get there quickly
I'm ready to sight-see and have a bialy
and even my stepmother chimed in:
what to bring
what to pack
how about everything
so I don't lack
My family's excitement was contagious (and their poems so awful) that I had to throw my hat into the ring.
and now, a haiku:
don't cry for me,
holyland,
I'm on my way
I don't think I need to point out that my family doesn't normally speak in verse. This could only happen over email.
12/07/06 10:40 am
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Hawaii Hamburg
Delaware Dubrovnik
Montana Majorica
I could do this all weekend...
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