tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135576322011-08-07T14:01:33.382+03:00what happens when you mix wine, IKEA love, and boredomNafNafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14328801908893683730noreply@blogger.comBlogger2341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13557632.post-32160778189010993232010-11-10T02:25:00.002+02:002010-11-10T02:31:09.051+02:00

To "miss" to me implies"a swing and a..."but to miss someone, somethingyou must first have connected in the pastto expect the familiarcrack of the ball instantly changing directionfloating off into the distanceTo missis to feel your body twisting sadly and uselesslyin the vacuum behind the ball

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the jealousy of aspiration, drips across my browcollects in pools at my feet, taunting meas it fills my noseoverwhelms my here and nowwith dreams of where and whenbut the spanish had better luck at trafalgarand some petrels fly alone

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Travel diaries are a mainstay of English literature; Robinson Crusoe, The Cay, and Star Trek all share a common origin in a ritual established the first time some pre-human walked out of his hut and got lost in the woods.The difference between traveling and exploring is only having an objective, or as Lao Tzu says.A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. ~Lao TzuIsrael

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With elul comes the end of my "vacation"I didn't do much.I drew in my notebook,vegged out on old movies,ate bad food,but I didn't see Israel...Or recover the energy lost by my personal hurricane.I need a vacationI went to the beach, but going to a frum beach just isn't the same.

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I’ve already covered the issue of my allergies and various gastrointestinal discomfort enough times, so I will not comment on my latest stomach upset. I won’t mention how it all began when I attended a sheva bracha and was surprised by the delectable array of milchig dishes. I won’t rave about the lasagnas, the pizza, the calzones and ice cream Sundays for dessert (with jimmies or sprinkles

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I confess I’d never heard the story sited in a recent NYTimes article about Rabbi Yisroel Salanter not giving a hechsher to a factory that mistreated its workers, but after some determined sleuthing I found what I think is the complete text of the story and have reprinted it for reference.Rabbi Salanter was asked to give a Kosher certification to a matzah factory. After touring the facility he

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I love music, all types of music... I've been searching for months for a definitive answer to what is "good", or at least not assur, music and haven't come up with any answers.Months ago, after I stopped listening to the interplay of Thom's beautiful voice and the instrumentation, I listened to the words of this song and by the third hearing I realized that the song is about someone trying to

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Just to hold your handI woke up last Tuesday with a strange urge to go outside and graze. At first I was scared by this impulse, what kind of person wants to go outside and eat grass? But then as I groggily rolled out of my bed my first waking thought made a little more sense… Instead of the correct soft smack of flesh upon tile my feet made two dull clops against the ceramic. To call them feet

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I love the romance of the picture, but the only place I fit into that time is as a street sweeper way in the background... I'm not alone, most of my friend's grandparents were the ones sewing their clothes.On the subject of clothes: I like wearing suits... Quote: Suits are full of joy. They're the sartorial equivalent of a baby's smile.Jewschool gets the hat-trick on the recent NYTimes article on

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Cory Doctorow imagines what it would be like if Superman had been adopted by a Jewish couple instead of the uber-goyim that the Jewish writers of the comic set him up with.Excerpt:"Mama, I'm _not_ a super-villain," Hershie said for the millionth time. Hechased the last of the gravy on his plate with a hunk of dark rye, skirting theshriveled derma left behind from his kishka. Ever since the

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Would I lie to you? Would a face like this lie to you, do I look like some sort of criminal? You come in on a hospital gurney after, after what exactly? I’m sorry you’ll have to speak louder, my hearing… Gunshot wound, oye! Anyway, you come in after barely surviving a bullet to the chest and you think I’d lie to you? At a time like this? Whaddaya take me for? Look I’ve got the perfect heart

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As mentioned on a previous blog I (sadly) never learned how to speak the languages of my forefathers. BUT I can now say three lines of the Lion King by heart.In English:Simba: Man, I'm stuffed.Pumbaa: Me, too. I ate like a pig.Simba: Pumbaa, you *are* a pigIn Twi:Simba: Yie, mi be pie[lit: boy, I'm going to burst. Yie pronounced: yee ay (ay as in April); Be pronounced as in bed; pie and in a

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I understand that you like to be left alone, curling up somewhere below my pancreas sandwiched between various types of kishkes like a babe in a blanket. But I need to make clear that you are only one cog… One tiny piece of the apparatus that is my internal mechanics, a pawn to forces greater and more complicated than you can possibly understand. And you are not asked for much… I send you a

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“It’s not that there isn’t any value in learning the p’shut meaning of the text, it is after all one of the 70 panim of the Torah, but it’s value is only 1/70th of what there is to learn… And as far as the overall goal of our learning, it’s often next to useless.”“OK, ok, but consider this: There are many types of midrashim; halakhic, homiletic, historical, narrative, and… expository. The

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A comment on ADDeRabbiThat reminds me of the guy who told me that we must bring as many [non jews] from Russia as possible. Why? So that they can help make war against the Arabs. And why do you want to make war against the Arabs, I asked him. Guess the answer: so that we can have a Jewish state. Isn't that pretty backward too?Then again, they can't be worse than the people that we have building

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I don't remember where I first read this but I think credit goes to What Would Phoebe Do?.I am not a fan of the rightward swing of the Orthodox world in general. I have no problem with piety; but since community standards have moved more into line with written law (read about it), we have shrunken our "big tent". But this week’s NY Magazine story about Satmar and a woman named Gitty isn't only an

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He doesn't hate Israel, he doesn’t. He’s been accused of late of not fulfilling the mitzvah of loving this bowl of sand, Sabras and Arabs… But he doesn’t. What he hated, he realized was what Israel was supposed to be. Finding an apartment, buying furniture, making shabbos and becoming a responsible citizen of Am Israel were all that he’d hoped for, dreamed for, in the years when he hammered

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In response to the "it's not frum to compliment your dates" postings "david" said:Never-- but NEVER-- compliment a girl on a date! If she thinks you're attracted to her, she'll start to take you for granted, and that will establish the dynamic for the rest of your (miserable) relationship. If a bochur really wants to impress a girl on a date, he should look at her once, roll his eyes piously to

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So I was watching my favorite (read: nearly only) TV show that I still keep up with through the magic of the internet (read: piracy) and I heard this song that I thought was awesome. The only unique part of the song that I could hear was a woman saying "sinner man", but my google-fu is strong and I "Felt Lucky" which is great because I got the song instantly.DJ Felix da Housecat - Sinnerman "

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Not to leave anyone outI first listened to her in 2002 from a CD that a friend had. Regina Spektor or Регина Спектор to her friends, makes me want to all at once lead an army taking over a city and curl up in a ball and have fantastic dreams about being a space explorer. Her songs are generally epic, "Us" is either a song about a love so monumental that they literally make a statue of the lovers

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I confess it,I have a crushA crush on a man,Who, all at one timereminds me of an Israeli politicianand an Arab terroristSo I'm combing through the massive amounts of stories on this guy when I find this latest puff-piece on Barack. In response to the question, "What are you listening to now? What's on your iPod?" He said, "When I was in high school, probably my sophomore or junior year, I

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I was invited specifically to be a foil between my rav and the non-jewish guests that his family had invited to the meal. Besides the questions about whether non-Jews can make certain brachos and if one would be over on lifnei-iver for saying a dvar torah in a mixed audience the evening went swimmingly...Except for the fact that I couldn't translate this phrase into Twi:Simba: Man, I'm

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I've read/heard about this story before, but I was skeptical... It's a little light on specifics though, I'd like to hear what specifically he did to change the gestalt at the school.Story that I liked:Rav Shlomo Zalman was once sitting with someone on a crowded city bus when a woman got onto the bus and couldn't find a place to sit. Rav Shlomo Zalman turned to the younger person sitting next to

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Post and run this time, so this shabbos' song is Sigur Rós' "Fljótavík". I've been obsessed with this band for ages... but their newest CD is a bit too, poppy for me. But Fljótavík is classic S.R.I hope you all have a great shabbos! It was a good week for me and I look forward to the next, after all it has infinite potential. Gutte ShabbosSigur Rós - Fljótavík

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1. 27 was a good day to die for Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Kurt Cobain2. 27 is the gematria of אור3. there are 27 letters of the hebrew alphabet4. "Mister Rogers," a cultural icon and kindly neighbor to generations of American children, died on February 27th 20035. Some strange website says that we start aging at 276. The Dumbbell Nebula Messier 27 (M27, NGC 6853) is perhaps

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English people are strange. My English friends, perhaps from the lack un-obscured sunlight, seasons that aren’t rainy, or vitamin D deficiencies, take every opportunity to go outside and sit in the sun. One of my good friends here balks at running more than fifty feet at one time because he’ll get all “shvitzy”… Yet he’ll stroll leisurely, sit for hours, and eat three course meals in 90 degree

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Tonight Jerusalem welcomed it's newest landmark the גשר המיתרים or "Chords Bridge". It's the only Calatrava design that I've had a chance to see and while it's beautiful, I really wonder if this is a bridge that was originally designed for some other city... It's twice the height of anything else in Jerusalem and is the polar opposite of the ancient sand stone aesthetic of the rest of the built

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In a land far far away (Silver Spring, MD), in a long long time ago (like 4 years ago) I had a conversation with two frum Jews about their experiences in college. Like my Mir buddies interacting full time with goyishe society was a bit of a culture shock. While there were a few things and people that they admired, for the most part the world "outside" the bubble was just as horrible as they'd

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There's a controversy a brewin'!As most people in Israel have heard; the Supreme Rabbinical Court ruled that all of the “conversions performed since 1999 by Rabbi Chaim Avior and Rabbi Chaim Drukman, who heads the Israeli Conversion Court, must be disqualified.” Besides the upsetting implications for me, something that I hope I won't have to grapple with but realize is a possibility, I am upset

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Hashem is the king, the world is his court, and sometimes I feel like I'm the jester.Yesterday I decided to eschew the programmed yeshiva tiyul for an escape from J-lem tiyul to Tel Aviv. Jerusalem and I have always had a love/hate relationship... Jerusalem is a beautiful city but it's also a very intense city, every small daily struggle transformed into a life or death battle for supremacy.

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I love the way erev shabbos smells here in J-lem, a mix of chicken, bread and brisket. I volunteer at a soup kitchen every friday, so I get the "shabbos smell" early. If you aren't volunteering you should be, I've been riding the wave of appreciation that I get from the people who come to the kitchen all day. On the way back I decided to start "shabbos songs" a little early too... but this time

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How many mitzvos are "simply" mitzvos of machshava?Anochi H' elokechaAhavas H'Yiras H'Yichud H'Have no other godsIs that it? There is a gemara in the second perek of brachos (daf 13b) that sparked this question:אמר ליה רב נחמן לדרו עבדיה בפסקא קמא צערן טפי לא תצערןThe idea that it would be "enough" to simply say the first pasuk of krias shema is unbelievable, and rightly so; the meaning of this

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A quick story before I go do my part of the work to prepare the yeshiva for shavuos:I finally walk into the store that I'd spent over 5 years of religious fervor preparing to enter and sidle up to the counter to be greeted by a peyos wearing Dean Martin. As unusual of a sight as this should be, I'm neither stunned nor confused as everyone in this store is some version of Dean Martin. To my

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I rarely agree with anything posted by the Yeshiva World News, most of the time I find their coverage amateurish and sensationalist. But aside from questions of malice, to which I won't pretend to be able to ascertain, this article spells out exactly what I was thinking when I read about Pastor Hagee's remarks the first time. I'd slap his wrist for chutzpah (look tatie, the man thinks he's a

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So I've got a lot of stuff going on right now... be right back when I sort out the jumble

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I often wonder why stupid rumors like Barack Obama's Islamic terrorist connections or dumb email/medical stories last so long within the frum community. The simple answer is that the "mental ghettoization" that the frum world lives in doesn't provide refutations or answers to things that are obvious to those ourside our bekishe'd walls.I've heard people make emphatic B"H's when they realize that

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When I was a kid I was obsessed with all things mechanical, whether it was a plane, train, or automobile I loved it. So during today's IAF flyovers I stood on the roof of my yeshiva (B"H they flew over during our lunch break) and turned into my 8 year old self at an air show. I think I actually jumped into the air and whooped. The best part is that I think I still "have it". First were F-15s,

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Though I won't be saying hallel tomorrow, or going to all the festivities... I'm glad to be here.The nation passed the 60 year milestone today and I passed a "60" milestone of my own, I ran a 10 mile time under 60 minutes! On the way back from the kotel, my target, I was hugged by a random Israeli who said, with more than a little hint of alcohol on his breath, "I love you, you know why...

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I'm downtown, stewing with righteous indignation at the fact that the government is going to throw a party/concert for Yom Haatzmaut that I can't attend, when I notice something. In the light of the spotlights for the even that they were testing above me it seemed like someone was throwing gravity defying confetti into the air every time the lights came on. So of course, I'm trying to figure out

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So I'm minding my own business, reading articles and listening to my favorite news podcasts during the last hours of the day in an effort to slow down and get to sleep, when I hear the commentator refer to the outfits that the men and women of the polygamous sect that's been in the news lately wear...This is where I should have told myself to step away from the computer...It took a while to

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Nisan is one of the beginnings of the year given to us by the Torah. So it's the right time to "start over"... I've been mulling over the last 12 months since last pesach, and while I can't say that I've been a great success, I have grown and want to start building upon some of the rubble of the last year.1. Utilize the only time I'll ever have to really devote myself to yeshiva study at the

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"the _____ will begin promptly at 8:30 pm on 4/30/08"How many times have we all seen this line, or some derivation thereof, and then had the next thought:"eh, I don’t have to be there until 9:00 at least, the *name of event here* will be on *insert ethnic group here*-time.”In my current context the ethnic group in question is “Jewish”, but this is not the first group which I’ve belonged to that

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The weather in Jerusalem that night in April was cool, some might say chilly. To anyone watching our hero walking quickly through the narrow corridors of the old city he seemed unaffected by the cold, when in fact he wished that he’d put on a sweater. And while approximately 1.6% of his brain was occupied with the question, “why didn’t I remember to put on my sweater before going outside?” the

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I honor of this year's shomtov this weeks shabbos songs is a double edition.When I first started becoming religious two of my friends tried to describe "Jewish Music", I think they said something like, "it's similar to broadway... just different". And after I had a listen myself I don't remember thinking to myself, "One day I'll like this." But that day seems to have arrived. I'm coming out of

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How can you not find this cute...If only all of life was "Arranged" this way...I actually liked the movie, not the best acting or production I've ever seen but it was restrained enough that it didn't come off as preachy.Which lead me to this test. Take it, even if you're married, take it! I'm not quite sure what the purpose of the site is, but I'm glad it's there. I had a longer post about the

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In my search for the sources for the various issurim and heterim of music I got sidetracked and started to read about tznius… Which then lead to my wondering about the halachos of tznius for men… Which then lead to my just sitting reading Rambam. I haven’t been keeping up with my reading of the father of all sages, but just today’s reading has reawakened my respect for the man and his torah.I

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Someone once said to me, “I wish I was one of those people that felt fulfilled by just putting my nose in a gemara and never coming out… but I’m not”. I plan on becoming a man who lives in a house made of books, but I’m definitely drawn to the parts of Torah/Torah-lifestyle that provide an opportunity to create “real” things. My response to reading commentaries on the construction of the

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I went to a show.It was my friend Anders' show, so it was a couple stam songs and lots of Jewy stuff.But I'm not sure if it was right.I have questions:When is it mutar to dance?What types of music are "ok"?What are the dividing lines?What are the sources?I'm sure that the answer is "machloches" as usual but I've never looked into it independently. I aim to find some answers by the end of the day

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There is a theory in the study of hebrew that accepts that there is a relationship between the roots of words based on two letters of the roots. Tochacha is rebuke, koach is strength or power. The Webster's dictionary says about rebuke:1 a: to criticize sharply : reprimand b: to serve as a rebuke to2: to turn back or keep down : checkI am not a chassid or a kabbalist but the connection I draw

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As I mentioned, I enjoy helping make my own matzos for any Pesach when I’m in Israel. Today’s activity was to transform the grain, harvested long ago, from something resembling bulgur into regular old flour. We do this with a one of these, a small manual grist. So another volunteer and I did our best imitation of the motor that ordinarily could be used to drive one of these things. The work

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The season of matzoh is upon us!Each year that I've been lucky enough to be in Yerushalayim I help a chaburah make matzoh. This year shall be no exception. Pictures to followIn other news:Everything that has ever been posted on this blog applies to me... Probably surprises no one at all.What's more surprising is that I actually match up with a lot of these too. Especially this one. I have a

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Every friday I'm gonna try to post up something that I'm listening to. Sometimes it'll be Jewish, sometimes it'll be... Something. I'll keep the mp3 up for a week so get it while you can!Anyway the first entry is by Annie Clark, aka St. Vincent. This version of the song was ripped from her performance on Fair Game, and I think that it kills the album version, even though the quality is a bit

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I don't believe or advocate Catholicism, let me state that at the outset, but I am jealous of the confessional booth.My jealousy stems from my own weaknesses... let me explain. Each Catholic has a tangible visible address for the confession, reception and resolution of sin. When a Catholic does something wrong, even a "minor" sin, they can go to a booth sit in the darkness and confess and

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Pirkei Avos פרקי אבוֹתמשנה כאהוּא היה אוֹמר בן חמש שנים למקרא בן עשר שנים למשנה בן שלש עשרה למצות בן חמש עשרה לתלמוּד בן שמוֹנה עשרה לחוּפה בן עשרים לרדוֹף בן שלשים לכח בן ארבעים לבינה בן חמישים לעצה בן ששים לזקנה בן שבעים לשיבה בן שמוֹנים לגבוּרה בן תשעים לשוּח בן מאה כאילוּ מת וּבטל מן העוֹלםI grew up with a genius. My brother, while not the smartest person I’ve ever met, was by far the

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Welcome to the new/old adventures of NafNaf… I used to post as “the goywonder” which was a good name at the time… but I’m a Jew now and I’m on a different derech… Oh, wait, I already did that.So you might be asking, “Why are you forever changing blogs?” The answer lies in my personality. Up until now I’ve been a bit of a butterfly; I flit from flower to flower pausing for only a moment, and

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the hammering is making me mentalbrain flickering like firefliestucked in the space between my eyesthe hammering is making me mentalmaking me mentalit's too hardto stand up in this galeI am tested, and it is not foundI will fall upon your neckand hide in your shadowAnd this is your opinion of me!This is the estimation in which you hold me!I thank you for explaining it so fully.My faults,

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http://differentderech.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-wont-links-work.html

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So I'm sitting in the kikarhaving ice cream with a friendwell, he was having ice creamI was just "with a friend"and he asks, "so how's it going"a trade of small talksome personal detailsa trip for more sprinklesand it's over...my life is so full nowI have more than enoughbut I'd give it all upfor a quiet night on a couchwith a good bookand something warmSo have I failed yeshivaor has yeshiva

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things learned this week, but mostly on shabbos, that may only make sense to me:1. al pi Rav Skinner: B knows everyone2. I have moved into "reb" status at the a certain household3. I right a better dvar torah when I think girls might hear it4. I am short in a land of short people5. I am also 'tired of "being" (and) wanna "becoming"'6. Jschramm rocks hardcore, and is quite popular with the ladies.

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life is goodreally really goodso why do I wonderwhen the other shoeis going to drop?We only fear the things that may undo our existencebe it a bear, or our favorite soccer team losing a gameboth challenge our definition of selfas either superior to lesser animalsor as a member of a people of superior skillso the fear I have, when challenged by a new gemara rebbeis my fear of realizing that I'm

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We are victorious!!!Go Black Stars!!!I can't stop the exclamation points!!!Somebody stop me!!!111!!!Quote of the day (imagine thick accent): "After beating America, Ghana is now a superpower. Now we should get into nuclear enrichment!"

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Time to pass you to the test.Hanging on my lover's breath.Always coming second best.Get through this night, there are no second chances.This time I might.To ask the sea for answers.These bonds are shackle freeThese bonds are shackle freeThese bonds are shackle freeThese bonds are shackle freeGet through this, there are no second chances.

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rinse and repeatso you prayso you believeso you convertthen you're elatedthen you're stimulatedthen you're exhaustedfalling out of lovefalling off the roadfalling momentumthen you get upthen you reconnectthen you're you againso you prayso you believeso you liveI am rishon manhear me roar with alternate explanationssfaras that you've never thought ofand a concrete grasp on pshatoh wait... that's

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happiness is like a guillotineblunted only by my sadnessbut even as a muse diesI cheer along with the crowdIn this momentI'd lose it allfor that facelaid upon a handwhat a surprise it wasfor he who lay in the gutterto awakenas a strange addition to the paradeanyone have ideas of fun things to do in jerusalem that don't involve much money (or any), and aren't the typical tourist things?and lastly:

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should one have his/her thoughts broadcast out for the world to see?I used to think of this as a cathartic and fun record of my life,but might I just continue writing in my little journal in "real-space"and leave the narcissistic "look at me" writing...what happens if a date discovers this?or an employer?I've kept my comments as parve as possible,but maybe they're best left in my head.

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I was told to give a short dvar torah last shabbos... and since I noticed other people put up things they thought or wrote I decided to join them. I know it's simple, but they said it had to be fast...In our parsha, we learn about the Sotah, or a wife suspected of adultery. The torah says,” Any man, if his wife shall go astray and commit a treachery against him etc., The man shall bring his wife

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Modeh ani lefaneicha melech chai v'kayam shehechezarta bi nishmati bechemlah - rabbah emunatechaToday I'm going to climb mountainsslay dragonsand save princesses.Today I'm going to win racestame lionsand cross forbidding seasToday you'll be proud of meeven thoughall I do is dreamWhen she 'frums-out' I'm gonna marry her and curl up beneath her piano and read her Chauser and 'The Levi'.

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Interesting article about "the man who's name shall not be spoken" and black hats... that's it

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Gut Yom Tov

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"i just want to stop feeling like half a person""ok, you started feeling this when?""uhm, i dunno, just recently... it's just like... i used to say that I wanted to get married but now i know that i want to get married.""yeshiva does that to people, going to six wedding a semester would do that to anyone...""no but it's not even that, i mean it probably didn't help, but what i'm feeling now was

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On germ-phobia:(or its correct name,Misophobia)I am not a freak like my friendI can drink out of someone else's cup!true, if they've coughed for the last year.have a significant other,with case of the sniffles...or well...HAVE a significant otherI won't drink out of their cupBut otherwise I might!I am not a freak like my friendIf someone makes kiddushand drinks from the cupbefore passing it

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beside the simpleboom-chik boom-boomblasting out of over-ampedstereo systems passing the kikartwo men with drumsweave a complexpoly-rhythmicpatterntaunting the bodyto respondwith not just a tapped footor nod of the headwhy is it that the only "jewish dance" is walking around in a circle... *sigh*I am addictedto lookingat who's looking at me,today I discoveredthat someone from Vilnaread my blog.if

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every time I breathe I can taste the peanutsbirthdays are great excusesto gorge one's self on good foodas if honor is achieved by weight gainand in some way, I suppose it iswith each bite of thaibringing greater simchawhy is it funnywhen I see chareidimdoing anything"normal"sometimes I sit in Geulahjust watchingbekished mentalking on cellphonesNew addiction:Asking questions on Justcurio.usOld

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looking backon the thirty third dayI'm truly unsure that Ipersonallybrought out new levels oftorah yiddishkeit, orgreatnesswithin myselfbutwhile sayinga perek of tehillimand simultaneously being jostledby the male half of 500,000 jewsI felt a unity of purpose,each sweaty bodytrying to reachfor the next madreiga.I know I had a better time than herdefinitely a better time than himbut probably not

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boots soddenby the watery lurchingfrom boats rowed ashore.is it right to feel violatedby those who'll come afterto gaze upon these fair hills?the only problemwith buying phone cardsfrom the russian mafiais that asking for the bossis definitelymore trouble than it's worth

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Yesterday my stomach hurttoday my stomach hurtsand if tomorrow comesmy stomach will hurtDamn the fool who didn't begin drinking milkin some western african villageif only you'd realized sucking the white stuffout of a cow's udder would allow your descendants toeat pizza and ice-creamwith impunityDamn the enzymes in my stomachfor you are useless and lazy enzymesenzymes not fit to do menial work at

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in the land of our fathersthe woman who's my mothervisited the,dare i say,man who's her sonwhether to the exileturning to pen and plowshares,to descend to thoseand taint this purityis the complete sumof my troubles"oh the multiple troubles of man"says samuel the prince.the clouds here float too lowgrazing the roof tops on grey dayswrapping the marble buildings in misty blanketstainting their

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the zman has startedthe zman has startedbut I can't think of anything to write yet...brb

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Got a music meme from ~Sarah's View~... Ok, it's not the most creative one but...The rules: Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. The song that pops up when you press play is the answer to that question.1. How does the world see you? The Anchor Song - Björk2. Will I have a happy life? Concerto for Cootie - Duke Ellington and His Famous Orchestra3. What do my friends really

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I am starving, not really, but my stomach has already started growling. To make things worse my yeshiva's in smelling distance from "Angel's Bakery". what this has to do with Purim I'm not sure yet... but I'll think of something that relates purim to smelling warm bread and rugelach for tomorrow... for now, easy fast and a purim sameach!

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The zman is over!the zman is over!Accomplished:moved up three shiurimable to (slowly) read Rashistarted to like being in yeshivaso off of yaffoin one of those squirrelly streetsnear the old cityI walked into a hipster barafter months of living in booksit's refreshing to hear theoff-key stylings ofa boy and his trombone

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LatelyI've been feelingdisconnectedlostin a malaisemy rosh yeshivaprescribed a regimenof doing "non-kadosh"activitiesand not killingmy yiddishkeitwith all nightchavrusasso I started writing againand taking sketchbookexpeditionsto coffeeshopsand he was rightbut now I drinktoo much coffee So I'm in the parkwatching the frumdatingand sketchingjust when I'd almost finishedone of my "models"walked up

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ok,maybe that was a bad ideaeither I'm getting oldor the midrash aboutreish lakish really is trueand it's not only my eyesthat are going badmy legs=pain

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it's the end of the zmanand as much asI'd like to say that I'm hardcoreAnd never leave the "beis"but the last weekhas been filled withskiving offof all sortstoday I went back in timeto Geulah.except on this trip back in timethe locals had cellphones...Why is that still weird to me?Quote of the day yesterday (not me):I just said "nigga" in the beis... I've really gotta stop listening to goyishe

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While the crowd is waiting for the final kissThe one which allows them to sleep wellWe'll walk along our own pathThe one which will lead us to our own blessingBut we need hints before we get tiredWe need speed before we lose paceWe need a hint to know we're on the right trackJosé Gonzaléz - HintsI'll be 25 in a month and a halfI'm sleeping in a room with three other guysI have no money,

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Love comes from givingGiving increases connectionConnecting creates happinessHappiness increases givingThose given are those lovedI dance at weddings.I didn't used to,because I get embarrassedof what people will say.It makes me uncomfortablewhen it's assumed thatgenes and heredityare from wherethe movements stem;when it was going to clubsand "practicing" when I hearda good song alone in my

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Why is it whenfaced with sadnessI don't embrace itAll around methere are thosetorn by griefhunched over in sympathyreflections of thedark painting before usand I'm a blank wallstuck beneath layers of plasterThe paper in my handwas supposed to guideme through the dusty alleywaysBut I was lost, until i turned the cornerand stepped into the darkened houseto sit and hearthe stories of those no longer

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I lived today like I was asleepdavened. ate. learned.but never really felt really hereI wonder why some days feel like thatpeople say it's just because I don't sleep enoughbut I wonder if one day I'll wake upand never really have been herelearn. eat daven.and wake up, living somewhere elsei miss having my own apartmentnot because I love paying rentI just wish I could becompletely aloneor

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sitting here just playin' in deep endtrying to suss out all the cardinals on the tile floorup top I struggle with the waveswish I was at home in this cave'cause down here a breath would be the death of meA homeless russian dancing at the bus stopI spared a shekel and danced a little to a song no one knowsSometimes while I'm so far from homeI rather spend my nights all aloneBut you know I love you

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"Death wasn't part of the plan"he walked from the podiummind numbed, arms limp.in the darkness of JerusalemYiskadal veyiskadash..."Death wasn't part of the plan"the crowd murmursa hug here, a touch therein the darkness of JerusalemHamakom yinachem...

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Every morningI go running around Beit HaKeremwith a discmanand "Kanye West"well, to be completely honestit's not always "Kanye West"it's often "Frank Sinatra""Kings of Convenience"or sometimes"Belle and Sebastian"I jog along to the musicdelight in the moment ofotherworldliness...So I can return to my cavea bit happier.

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the downside of living in"the land of our forefathers"is that winter is only abouttwo months longI miss the being able towake up in the morningand survey the expanseof whitenessthinking

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I had a horrible dream last night, with the adrenaline still pumping I rolled over and wrote this (edits in brackets for clarity):i dreamt that I was in some area, a resort or a cam(p area of some sort) or perhapss I was forced to be there. But I violated shabbos and picked up[ the phone, and my mother was on the other end and she said in a scared voice, "I keeep on getting lost, I can't help it"

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Today I played the bongosnot wellnot badlyjust painfullyThe fingers on my right handare swollen and callousedred turning to purplesausages of sandGood gig thoughI'm excitedexcited like I've been out all nightexcited like I danced with a pretty girlexcited like I'm coming from a punk showI'm excitedbecause I just played music for a bar mitzvah?Yeshiva, reacquainting baal teshuvas with simple

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So I'm about to get on a bus go back from Tsfat to JerusalemThe line is packedThe bus is lateand we've all beenwaiting in line for an hourSo when kicked in the legsby an overeager yeshiva bokher to get back home to the holiest city in the holy landwhat does one do?A: Yell "BLACK RAGE!!!" and pound his head inB: Yell at him constructive points about how it may not be good for his health to

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I got in an argument.There's something abouta 30-something who hasworked and then decidedto commit himselfto a life of non-financially profitable exercisethat smells of failure,escape from inadequacyI'm ashamed that I feel this wayI wonder sometimes what I'm doing hereOne of my rabbis from home visited me today!!!! Rav. Lopiansky is my hero today... Wow I'm such a dork.

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so for two weeks or so the internet has been down here... then I got strep throat... but I'm back on the horse. I owe DMZ and MichL and a bunch of other people email... sorry

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in certain quarters of the cityit would make senseto have christmasaccouterment lined upnext to the Hanukkah oilbut it's just a little early for easter

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