...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'."
Thursday, January 31, 2008
142 sms?!
('specle women' indeed)
"Tcheina and Nooooshka do you wanna go to Java's room?"
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
[currently scourin the kibbutzim list...]
I’m Just Not In the Mood
-you know where to click to find out what R. Yossi Jacobson writes is the solution to this common ba'ayah--
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
I'm sorry son, I just can't be mad
p.s. say you would read this, things would be waaaaaay
different...!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
After being informed that she called her Mashpia in England, asking if she should stay at the Lubavitcher Yeshiva and continue helping the students there or to leave.
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important claimer--the first paragraph is part of a letter (from "LETTERS FROM THE REBBE Vol 4" [pg 55] ) that someone received from the rebbe about 45 years ago..it was recently received by someone (else) who opened the igros asking, well, ya that's what the second paragraph in this post explains :)
Monday, January 21, 2008
--you ought to call me gershom---
a) window-shop
b) read a fictitious novel
c) go bowling
d) chat online
e) eat out with friends
f) browse thru janglo messages
f, obviously.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
A Teacher, A Star*
One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"
He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do...Those who can't, teach."
To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?"
Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make?
(She paused for a second, then began...)
"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor winner.
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.
You want to know what I make?"
(She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)
I make kids wonder.
I make them question.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.
I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn't everything.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator.
I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about English while preserving their unique cultural identity.
I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life."
(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)
"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant.... You want to know what I make?
I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. So, what do you make Mr. CEO?"
His jaw dropped. He went silent.
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*you may not see the stars by day but they are always there above you. you may not see your teachers years after but they are there and love you. always thinkin of you, always carin for you. be a teacher, be a star.
ifbob*saiditisok@gmail.com
more will come, bli ned
*correct, she didn't say "bob"
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Going Back to Coney Island
Yud Shevat Farbrengen
(Speech to graduates at ceremony by some professor of some prestigious Uni)
(how utterly wrong. lets be crazy and absolute about moshiach. the rebbe said he is)
"'Frum' is not a black and white thing"
(What the Munkacher Rav was trying to impart when he ate the chicken that was not glatt kosher)
(my question is if YY kavanahed that pun)
"Every generation has its own password with which you can get in touch with G-dliness"
(Harav Yoisef Yitzchok Jacabson)
(SOMETHING like that...i may have erred on a word or two)
[A better idea, I think. I hope.]
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
ahem. ahem. (alternatively, 'oh. oh.' or 'woah. woah.')
But when one person makes a point of another's faults, that heavenly delight is transformed into a cloud of pain and anguish --over the very head of the one who spoke those words.
2) The Baal Shem Tov taught that in the heavenly court there is no one who can judge you for what you have done in your life on earth. So this is what they do:
They show you someone's life -all the achievements and all the failures, all the right decisions and all the wrongdoings -and then they ask you, "So what should we do with this somebody?"
And you give your verdict. Which they accept. And then they tell you that this somebody was you. Being now in heaven, you don't recall a thing.
Of course, those who tend to judge others favorably have a decided advantage.
Better get in the habit now.
Monday, January 14, 2008
wng8wutuA(U)%(*#&*)%&()#*()&@*&(&$^(*&YUisjgnhe9uty8wL!H!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and then she says "hello sheina" to mushka.
and then they wonder why i choose to be alone.
and then they gasp at my fiery expression.
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Changing my band-aids
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
On Pilagshot, On Fluff and On Lotsa Other Stuff (not TTTO: I love him)
On blogs full of fluff
(hey we didn't say 'bluff')
On brothers so vain
(how you got that's insane!)
On families not dated
(uh is this getting rated?)
I love him
On songs o so silly
(the starbucks boy?? really!)
On meebos now gone-d
(twas the start of our bond)
On birthright intrusion
(i sense some extrusion)
I love him
On boxes they think in
(others, just as stinkin)
On fights with our soul
(diff plane, same toll)
On roles in his life
(nor pilegesh nor wife)
I love him
On my setting now changed
(yes, but still deranged)
On our friendship cemented
(it started off demented ;))
On your list of G-chat
(delete that, that and that!)
I love him
And really, I love you.
P.S. dormire pacifico e dulce du lecce
Thursday, January 03, 2008
It was Yom Kippur eve. Everyone was in Shul. Even the children were there. This was no ordinary Shul. It was the Alter Rebbe’s Shul and it was packed with an overflowing crowd. The Rebbe was leading the service and the crowd was waiting with baited breath to hear his usual beautiful and deep rendition of the prayers when suddenly the Rebbe mysteriously removed his Talis and ran out of the Shul. A hush ran through the crowd. Some of his congregants followed him.
“Where was he going on this auspicious night?” they wondered. Maybe to look up a mystical text or perhaps to meditate in the forest? But no! They watched him walk right up to the home of a young mother. The cry of her baby was heard. Everyone had run off to Shul leaving this poor mother who had just given birth, behind. The Rebbe entered her home, chopped some wood, lit a fire and boiled her a bowl of soup. He then soothed her baby and off he went into the night, returning to Shul to the waiting congregation.
Obviously, the Alter Rebbe would not have left behind a waiting congregation just to be a good Rabbi or to perform his last mitzvah of the year. He could have sent someone else. It was obviously much more than that. That Erev Yom Kippur, the Alter Rebbe, founder of Chabad Lubavitch was trailblazing the way for his followers, showing them the way.
He was really saying: Davening and spirituality is very important and an absolute foundation of Chassidic practice but there is something far greater: Helping a fellow Jew with his or her Goshmiyus - material needs, comes even before Kol Nidre! *
Davar sheini, Chinaman was put to shame tonight. In an entirely self-indulgent way. [Thanks Hashem for that little paradisaical slice.]
Thirdly, Chassidus is to bring life and illumination into everything, to shed light even on the undesirable - to become aware of one's own evil exactly as it is, in order to correct it.**
Reminds of what Jacobson was saying tonight...challenges are not the challenge. It's the unawareness/denial of it that is the challenge.
Feer (not), there are bi-weekly shiurim (via conference call) held in the merit of a refuah sheleima for all who need it, especially Chana bas Rasha Zelda. I'm gonna post the info on the sidebar, bli neder. May we not need it. Never.
Hey (the letter, not the greeting)-wow! memories are crashin down on me. 'cept not so memoric cuz was just reliving. i require forgiveness from you, the second resume sender, you know.
O! N P.S.-I was at the Alter Rebbe's kever in Haditch.
Let the jealousy continue!
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* copied n pasted`
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` all seven ahavas yisroel stories mentioned in the original basi l'gani maamar