Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Mind-Reading with the Freakonomics Guys

On the heels of this annoying evening, I find this. You'll think the same thing as soon as you see the title of the post...and then you'll get to the end of the paragraph. Too funny. It seems that our reputation precedes us.

How about this for a birthday present?

The conversation in the comments has nothing to do with this topic but seems far more interesting.

Other Famous 59 Year-Olds

59 years old...not bad, Israel. You've come a long way. In honor of your birthday, let us now honor others who will be turning 59 this year as well.

Samuel L. Jackson: "I want a mother-f*$&ing falafel, mother-f&$%er!"

Steven Tyler: "See saw swingin' with the girls in the school and your feet flying up in the ehhhhhhhh......"

Olivia Newton-John: "Tell me more, tell me more, was your boyfriend an ars?"

Howard Dean: "And we're gonna go to Haifa! And Eilat! And Jerusalem! And then we're gonna go to the Negev! And Rechovot! And kibbutz!" (This still cracks me up, every time)

Richard Simmons:
(pause)
Ok, I don't even have anything here. This guy weirds me out.

Not bad company at all. Can't wait till next year!

Happy Birthday, Israel!

Today was Yom Ha'atzmaut, otherwise known as Independence Day or Israel's 59th birthday. On this day, we celebrate the existence of our country by...what else? EATING MEAT! Here are a few pics from the last 24 hours...

Downtown Jerusalem: if I had a nickel for every religious 17 year-old I saw last night,
I'd be
this man.

Four hundred twenty-three trees were killed in the making of this holiday picnic. Ech omrim "please use the trash receptacle?"

The average Israeli on Yom Ha'atzmaut. I think my cholesterol level tripled.

This is the stage for the musical performers who went on tonight. This bash in Park Hayarkon was put on by Arkadi Gaydamak, linked to above. Tel Aviv really knows how to party. (Though that sounds like sarcasm, it's not.)

I don't think I've gotten enough sleep during the last few days of holidays. Until I get over my writer's block, I leave you with this Yom Ha'atzmaut-themed gift: my light-hearted list of what's great about this country. Happy birthday, Israel!

Monday, April 23, 2007

The JIBs are Open!

On a much less important note (see last post), today also begins voting for the Jewish and Israeli Blog awards (JIBs). I'm nominated for Best New Blog http://www.jibawards.com/index.php?option=com_wrapper&Itemid=110 and Best Humor Blog http://www.jibawards.com/index.php?option=com_wrapper&Itemid=130.

I've discovered a lot of great sites this past year, some of which provide as well-written and thought-provoking analysis as the newspapers, and others which are just wonderfully entertaining. Some of them are linked on this site to the right.

If you've enjoyed reading about Ulpan (Hebrew classes), cultural differences, and...of course...Bar, feel free to vote for this here site. Thank you, my loyal readers.

Bar...just because.

Yom Hazikaron: Spot the American

Q: How do you spot the American on Yom Hazikaron?

A: He's the one showing up to the office on time (if at all), not wearing a white shirt. Today I'm the American.

Last night began Yom Hazikaron, the day to remember the fallen soldiers who lost their lives defending Israel. In my first post ever from Israel, written as the war was ending, I wrote that because I hadn't been personally touched by loss, unlike every single person in this country, I wasn't able to appreciate what they were going through. I felt the same way last night as I joined thousands of people gathered at Kikar Rabin to commemmorate the fallen soldiers.

My boss Michal told me that this would be an especially emotional day this year after what happened last summer. If starting a public ceremony EARLY in Israel is any indication, she was right. This was not just any Yom Hazikaron. When I attended a demonstration for the MIAs in September, it started an hour late. Not only did the ceremony begin five minutes before the 9:00 PM start time, all of the MANY hundreds of chairs had been claimed and the security had already closed the entrances to the square, leaving who knows how many thousands of people congregating outside the barricades.



The streets going home at the end of the night. Not a car in sight.

For the next hour and a half, Israeli journalist and TV personality Yair Lapid introduced war song after war song, solemnly performed by well-known Israeli singers such as Harel Scott and Sarid Chadad. You didn't have to understand a word to appreciate what was going on. The closer to the center of the event you got, the less talking you heard. To be accurate, there was talking, noise, and the occasional cell phone conversation in the surrounding areas of the square, and pretty much not a peep from where we stood and in front of us. If an alien was to come to planet Earth and try to explain to an outsider only what he saw (not judging what people were feeling or the magnitude of the cause)...the best comparison I can think of would be the post-9/11 tribute concert in New York. Or maybe a comparison isn't fair to either. I don't know WHAT else resembles this public song session.

As the singers performed and people around me joined them in song, I looked around and watched some of the audience members' eyes LOCKED IN on the stage. As they joined the performers in song, I realized that, as powerful as the moment was, I was appreciating it from the perspective of an outsider. Israelis would probably tell me I'm lucky to not be able to appreciate what it means to mourn a lost family member, friend, or even distant acquaintance...and they're right...but I probably represent all immigrants who yearn for the day when they too can understand what their fellow citizens are going through on a day like this.

This morning, at 11:00, the siren wailed across the country as everyone stopped in their tracks for a moment of silence. Here is an incredible video from Lisa of On the Face. This is Rothschild Boulevard, my favorite street in Tel Aviv, a place never lacking for pedestrians, baby carriages, dogs, and at this kiosk, socialite coffee drinkers. Watch.


If you haven't been in Israel on this day, I hope you have the chance to do it at some point in your lives. There is nothing else like it. Let us all remember those who fell defending Israel and pray that their families and loved ones heal as best as possible.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Jacques and Britney

In recent news, Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas announced the plans to name a street in Ramallah after French President Jacques Chirac. Chirac has won Palestinian support for his opposition to the Iraq War and Israel's actions in the Middle East. Many Palestinians will probably tout Chirac as one of the great world leaders, which is kind of like Marlee Matlin touting "Oops I Did It Again" as one of the great world songs.


"Hit me, baby, one more...ehhhhhhhhhh....."

It's Another Installment of Ulpan Adventures...ONLINE!!!

It’s Christmas in April, my loyal readers! More Ulpan adventures!

I and my fellow immigrant friends recently took a field trip down the hall to the computer lab to do some online Hebrew tutorials. Ayze kef!

  • Why are classroom workstations always so outdated? I think mine was originally the WOPR in “War Games.” I wonder if this thing has some old video games on it. Ech omrim “Donkey Kong?”

“Greetings, Professor Falken!
Shall we play a game???”

  • The teacher shows us how get to the tutorial through forty-five easy steps, beginning with Google. “Mishehu yodaya mah zeh Goo-gel?” Umm…yeah, I might have heard about it once.
  • Tikanes l’Goo-gel! Tikanes l’Een-tehr-net!” says the teacher. What makes you smile when you’re feeling down? Chocolate? A hug from a friend? Me? Gimme an Israeli speaking Hebrew-fied English any day of the week. (Bah-fah-lo weengs, anyone?)
  • Google.com automatically redirects to its Hebrew versionHOW DOES IT KNOW??? There must be a tiny Israeli inside my computer. (My friend Neil makes this point: Can you believe the hottest company on the planet over the last several years is Google? It’s soared in value, dominated headlines, and is the first legitimate competitor to Microsoft’s monopoly in the tech world. A search engine??? It’s not like this is a pharmaceutical company saving millions of lives. I mean, what if this company disappeared? Would anything change? I’d just use Yahoo.com to look up my Milli Vanilli lyrics.)

Thanks to Google, I now know what these guys are saying.
“Girl, you know it’s true. Ooh, ooh, oooooh, I love you…”

  • Teach walks us through the process, step by step. “Type ‘Pisgah Holon’ and cleeck deh third one." Five minutes later, she’s still walking around, helping people figure it out. What in the World Wide Web is taking so long? Do you people not have computers in your home countries? Ulpan teachers must feel like Harold Ramis in “Stripeswhen he’s teaching the English-as-a-second-language class.
  • This is one confuuuuuuuuuused class. Can we get some third-graders here on the double? My five year-old nephew can’t tie his shoes but can navigate his way to the games on The Cartoon Network’s website in seven seconds.
  • My classmate types in her password and is confused when it comes up encrypted. “Ha’seesmah amurah lihyot nekoodot?” (Is the password supposed to be dots?) Nice job, Michael Dell. AM I ON CANDID CAMERA???
  • “Ahhh…it’s a mouse!” I exclaim, pointing and feigning fright. It’s a shame that was wasted on a non-English speaker. (I don’t care what anyone says, I have no intention of giving that joke up.)
  • Ech omrim keyboard?” I ask my teacher. She cocks her head at me like dog who can’t figure out if the barking coming from the TV is real. You would have thought I just asked her to calculate pi to 400 decimal places.
  • The teacher just accidentally pronounced it Go-gel. That was funny.

I’m in! Veeeeeeeeeery neat. I can now do all kinds of exercises from the confines of my own home. Learning Hebrew is fun! Surely Ben-Yehuda never envisioned this when he revived Hebrew 100 years ago. I wonder if he knows we’re using his computer.

More Ulpan adventures here!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

"Take Two of These and Call Me in the....Ehhhhhh........"

Moving to a new country isn't easy. There are an endless gauntlet of things to acclimate to: the language, finances, health care. Medical care differs significantly from that of the States. In America, a doctor has been through at least four years of college, four years med school, four years of residency, and possibly a couple more of a fellowship. In Israel? Apparently your success as a medical professional is reliant on your ability to dispense the wonder drug known as Acamol in large quantities.

Headache? "Acamol."
Fever? "Acamol."
Severed head? "Do you have to ask?"

It's never fun being sick; the last thing anyone wants in a weakened state is ambiguity and uncertainty at the doctor's office. When I lived in the States, I saw the dermatologist at least twice a year to get my pale Ashkenazi-self examined, occasionally having benign skin lesions removed to be safe. Several months ago, here in Tel Aviv, I found myself completely and utterly lost navigating the health care process. What transpired in one short appointment with my doctor in America somehow required three appointments here.

Meeting #1: I see the dermatologist in his office. He spends two minutes looking me over and ten writing in his little book and engaging in a conversation with me about aliyah and Zionism. (This was mostly a good thing.)

Meeting #2: I see the "surgeon" to have the procedure done, or so I think. This time, the guy sits me down, scribbles in his book, and tells me what I'm going to have done the next time I come in.

Meeting #3: Dr. Frankenstein decides to shave a small area of my leg, inflict pain on me, and stitch me up, leaving a scar which remains months later. Ech omrim "malpractice lawyer"?
Hopefully your family doctor doesn't look like this guy. Bonus points for naming the movie. My loyal readers over 30?

I was reading the New York Times' "The Ethicist" a few days ago and came across a medical ethics question. I didn't think much of it until I saw its origin.
When I went for an examination, my surgeon asked if two residents could be present. I felt uncomfortable being undressed in front of extra people, and so I declined. My surgeon scolded me, saying I was preventing the next generation of doctors from being trained. Why is it my responsibility to provide training for medical students? — name withheld, Beit Shemesh, Israel

How in the world did that unfold?

Classic Israeli Cynic: "Ah-lo, mah nishmah?"

Unsuspecting Female Patient: "Good, thank you."

CIC: "Ok, take off shirt."

UFP: "I do feel a tad bit uncomfortable undressing in the company of others."

CIC: "Yiyeh b'sedeeeeeeeeeeer!!!!!! BREASTS, SHMEASTS! TAKE OFF SHIRT ALREADY, NU!?!?!"

I hope this woman had a more understanding gynecologist.

Shut Your Iranian Piehole

Are you kidding me? This just in from the Jerusalem Post:

Iran on Tuesday condemned a gunman's rampage the previous day at Virginia Tech university which left 33 people dead and was the deadliest shooting rampage in modern US history.

"While condemning this [attack], [Iran] expresses condolences with the nation and the families of those killed," Foreign Ministry spokesman Mohammad Ali Hosseini said in a statement, a copy of which was made available to The Associated Press.

"Attacking innocent people, irrespective of their race and nationality, is contrary to divine and human values no matter which group or person carries out such an act under any name," the Iranian statement said.
In a related story, my butt has condemned my Johnson for being wasteful. I will now return to not paying attention to this story.
Iranian Foreign Ministry spokesman Mohammad Ali Hosseini,
known to his close friends as Abu Schmuckface

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Virginia Tech Tragedy: Israeli Professor Killed

In an effort to negate the ridiculous "Israel is a war zone, it's not safe to visit" mularkey, I recently poked holes with links to recent events of random violence in America. It's easy to emotionally detach and make fun when you're a citizen of a mammoth country of 300 million people with so little national unity; the victims are just more nameless people in an endless and routine news cycle.

There is nothing funny or routine about what happened yesterday at Virginia Tech.

On the day that Israel commemmorated Yom Hashoah, America gathered around the televisions to mourn the loss of innocent university students. When I saw the headline, all I could say was "Oh my G-d...oh my G-d." One of the victims was Israeli professor Liviu Librescu, a senior researcher and lecturer of engineering. Professor Librescu apparently held his classroom door shut in an effort to keep out the gunman, before being shot.

Professor Liviu Librescu, killed yesterday at Virginia Tech

It's too early to take any lessons or be critical; all I can say is that tragedies like this make my heart hurt for America. While Israel has had periods of horrible loss of life in the mid-90s and early 2000's, we are immune to random acts of violence like this one, a shooting not done out of religous fanatacism or politics, but out of...what? Personal angst, like Columbine? The answers will come soon probably. Sadly, like suicide bombings in Israel, the shock from public shootings--SCHOOL SHOOTINGS even--in America has disappeared as the once-unthinkable has become not-, with these scenes repeating themselves again and again on television. At some point sadly, America will move on as CNN replaces this story with the next. For today at least, let's remember and mourn the 33 victims in Blacksburg.

Friday, April 13, 2007

So Sad, You Just Have to Laugh

Well-known rabbi Joseph Telushkin, in his book on Jewish humor, attributes the classic Jewish sense of humor to the need to "laugh to keep from crying."

TIME TO START LAUGHING, FOLKS!

According to this article on the JTA's (Jewish Telegraphic Agency) website, there is an unaddressed problem of anti-Semitism in Israel. I'll give you a second to digest that (or call your local ADL office.)

Ok, who wants to tell Abe?
Shall we draw straws?
Ari Ackerman, a student from Switzerland, was walking home after a late-night swim along the Tel Aviv beach when he and a friend were jumped by a gang singing Nazi songs and displaying swastika tattoos. The perpetrators, a group of Russian-speaking teenagers, eventually ran off. Ackerman and his friend, their faces bruised and bloodied, set off to the closest police station only to have their case shrugged off.
What the...???
In recent years sporadic acts of anti-Semitism have hit Israel, most of them carried out by disaffected immigrant youths from the former Soviet Union. Although the youths came to Israel under the Law of Return, they are among those who identify not as Jews but as ethnic Russians. Experts say the perpetrators of such acts feel rebuffed and marginalized by Israeli society, so they turn their furor into the same anti-Semitism with which they may have been tormented in their countries of birth. (Immigrant Zalman) Gilichinsky said he has been frustrated by what he sees as the relative lack of seriousness with which Israel has taken the issue.
How must that play out?

Targeted youth: "Oh-fee-sehr! Oh-fee-sehr! Hehlp me! I've behn attahked!"
Israeli Policeman: "Waht heh-pend?"
TY: "I wahz beat up because I ehm Jew-eesh!"
IP: "Who deed dees unspeakable deed???"
TY: "Jews!"
IP: "Ehhhh........HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! (pause to catch breath) B'seder, I go dreenk coh-fee now!"
"Reh-gah, the Jew did WHAT???"
Gilichinsky said that according to the calls his center receives, there are almost daily incidents. They are exacerbated, he said, by connections forged online between young immigrants here and their counterparts in the FSU through neo-Nazi Web sites and chat rooms. Arieh Turkiments, an immigrant from Vilna...(was)...slapped in the face by another immigrant and cursed for being a Jew. He was standing outside a Jerusalem yeshiva, where he had been attending classes on Judaism. (Editor's note: I don't care if I'm going to hell, that's funny.) Part of the problem, he said, "comes from suffering the trauma of moving from one place to another."
Hey, I've had a hard move too. You don't see me beating up grandmothers at Burger Ranch. (Although perhaps that would be a good stress release...)

Israel's next criminal threat???

Where am I??? (Funny Google Glitch)

Last night, en route to my friend Martin's house in Herzliya, I feared for a minute that we might have gotten lost. Fortunately, Martin (who grew up in Texas like me) gave us outstanding directions, as clear and accurate as any I've gotten since I've been here.

From an old entry...

Israelis seem to give directions in a very specific manner which must include the following five things:

1) They first look off in the general direction of the destination, deep in thought, despite the fact that they probably live in this neighborhood and should have no problem telling you where you’re going.

2) They say the word “yashar” (straight) no less than 457 times while doing the “keep going” motion with their arm, before ending it with “ad ha sof” (until the end).

3) They do not give you a single street name.

4) They do not tell you how to get where you need to go, causing you to ask someone else one block later.

5) Repeat steps 1-4.

If the directions don’t include these five things, you’ve just spoken with a foreigner.
I wish there existed a reliable site comparable to Google or Yahoo maps for directions but I don't think they compare (and they don't like my Mac either.)

Now...for the Google glitch, try this:
1) Go to Google.com
2) Click on 'Maps,' then 'Get directions' just under the search bar.
3) Type in 'New York, NY' as your starting point and 'Paris, France' as your destination. Once it computes your directions, scroll down to No. 23.
Bar Rafaeli getting ready to travel.

I think I'll just fly, thank you.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Now I've Seen Everything

In a new press release, the Arabic Media Internet Network reports the findings of a Swedish researcher that of the gross human rights violations in the Palestinian-Israeli conflict, Israel is responsible for 97.8% of them. In other news, McDonald's announced that of the heart attacks suffered in America, Whole Foods Market is responsible for the exact same number.


"This entity is the root of all health problems in the world.
We must wipe them off the face of the earth!"

-Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's personal trainer

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Get in Line, Sons of Bitches

Last night, I boarded a bus from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. Well, to be accurate, I was forced on by a raging mob of impatient pushers and line-cutters. Why they had to push, I have no idea, since we were standing close to the front of the line and all those in my vicinity were assured seats on the bus. Ten minutes earlier, as I was closer to the back of the line, I watched the same phenomenon, as a different group of pushers practically ran over an elderly woman until the driver got out of his seat and screamed something to the effect of "WHAT IN THE *#&^ ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING???" This juvenile, inconsiderate, selfish, and potentially dangerous behavior is disgusting.
Hey, it's Lollapalooza!
Oops, sorry-it's just the line for bus #405.

Popular question: "What can olim chadashim (new immigrants)
bring to Israel in this day and age?" Here's my suggestion.
(Only pushy line-cutters could inspire back-to-back sarcastic captions.)

To the @$$holes who did their best to recreate the Smashing Pumpkins fatal mosh pit, I dedicate this song.

To the tune of "David Melech Yisrael"
"Hey! You!
Get the **** in line!
Get...your... @$$ in line!

Get your ****ing @$$ in line!
Get the **** in line!
Get your ****ing @$$ in line!
Get the **** in line!

Aaaaaaaaata!
(Manyak!)
Manyak!
(Ata!)

GET IN LINE!
(You're a ****!)
You're a ****!
Yes, you are!

When you sing it, I recommend dressing up as your favorite Biblical hero or Zionist thinker. (It's educational for the kids.)

This can be the beginning of a revolution, my loyal readers! As Theodore Herzl so eloquently stated, "If you will it, it is no dream." I dream of lines; do you dream, too?

Friday, April 06, 2007

Springtime in the War Zone...Calm in America

As the sun sets and the Sabbath queen prepares to arrive, I thank the Lord above for my safety in this war zone that is Israel. Just last week, I ran into my friend and former co-worker Lymore in Nachalat Binyamin, an artist market in Central Tel Aviv. Do not be fooled by the throngs of tank-topped pedestrians in the background, out and about enjoying the 70-degree weather. YOU KNOW THE TRUTH, MY LOYAL READERS!!! CNN NEVER LIES!!!

Soon after running into her, we jumped into the nearest bomb shelter and put on 487 gas masks between us.

Lymore and Benji, immediately before we jumped
on our camels and galloped off to safety.

(Meanwhile, back in safe America, a teacher puts clothespins on kindergarteners' mouths and someone opens fire at an Atlanta mall.)

Shabbat shalom, everybody!

Monday, April 02, 2007

Why Must You Pull at My Heartstrings, Oh Jewish Maxim Girl???

We're approaching the 11th hour with no phone call yet. Perhaps she spilled something on my business card, much like Kramer did to Uma Thurman's number. (Of course, there is something inherently flawed with any analogy involving Kramer and Uma Thurman which has me playing the role of Uma.)

In any event, as the day moves closer to sundown and Pesach approaches, I want to wish you all a chag Pesach sameach wherever you are. May we all enjoy a year of freedom and pray for liberation for those still enslaved.

More later...