The one who wins the argument is not the winner; the one who ends it, is.
al tishali oti
...And the conversation somehow drifted to 'Al Tishali Oti'. Declared one blogger, "If I was the sabra, I wouldn't post so cryptically'. "If I was the sabra", said another, "I wouldn't use so many Hebrew & Yiddish words." Another blogger chimed in, "If I owned 'Al Tishali Oti', I would be more consistent with colors n content." "I wouldn't be sarcastic to commenters", muttered another, darkly. One blogger added not. "I have nothing to say, for 'To know the sabra is to be the sabra'."
Friday, May 17, 2013
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Sunday, May 05, 2013
Protect Our Speech
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Clouds, Fear, Death and Charity
Rock is strong, but iron breaks it.
Iron is strong, but fire melts it.
Fire is strong, but water extinguishes it.
Water is strong, but clouds carry it.
Clouds are strong, but the wind disperses it.
Wind is strong, but the body holds it.
The body is strong, but fear breaks it.
Death, however, is mightier that all the aforementioned.
Tzedakah (charity) is more powerful - it rescues even from death.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Strong Waves ~~~ Calm Waves
Strong waves ~~~ calm waves.
Noisy waves at my feet.
Dark waves ~~~ white waves.
Bubbles grinning as they're beat.
Far off forces find fine waters, fling them freely, frantic flow.
Strength is sought to ride beside, to topple dangers on the go.
Erudition, careful judgement, what will carry, what will fall.
Ride the waves to higher places, the crash is there to make you tall.
Strong waves ~~~ calm waves.
Which came first, noone can say.
Dark waves ~~~ white waves.
Life's right here at the night bay.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
I'm Tired
It's 5:34am, of course I'm tired.
Instead of sleeping, I've been reading about massage mistakes, names, ideas and laws.
I go through this with every new thing that enters my life - India, kidneys ...
Friday, April 19, 2013
6am Shawarma
I don't always spell it with that extra 'a'. Just saying.
So that was on the breakfast menu this mornin in San Juan. It was glorious to see that side of the airport. ("That side" referring to the non dingy and deserted side.) And, of course, "glorious" remind us of Mr. Randy.
I do miss writing here.
The instant responses of Facebook have lured me away.
And now I await for the Father Serach tribe to take me home.
Home. Lots of homes, have I.
One might diagnose that with a lack in the core but b"h it aint so. Especially since the kidney ordeal. Oh I really should've explained the Heavenly meeting scenario and feelings to them all when we were sitting there ("mivtzoyim, ah?!"!!) but wait, Gd runs His world, not me, I can relax.
Welcome to the Island.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Ink and Quill
The world is divided into two categories: those who possess an ink and quill, and those that do not.
With gratitude to the Almighty, I cordially state that I belong to the category of the former.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Things That Happened Today
* Mr. Randy's crazy spider dance
* 3 fingers met 3 fingers
* Ms. Karine ate the cake only cuz I baked it
* 20 minute sports massage turned 90; fell asleep numerous times, feet super relaxed and fell with a thud
* Nalee told me about her friend Chava that she speaks about
* My driver covered his head with his hand, kippah style
* Chatted with "the three bees" on Facebook
* "Ooh, nice eyebrows!"
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Ischial Tuberosity
Welcome to my life, yo.
Get on in with the Iliac Crest, Pubic Symphysis and Greater Trochanter.
And behave yourself because I don't want to have to use my elbow on a certain permission-seeking Crest of yours.