142 sms?!

Talk about warm fuzzy feelings. . .!

('specle women' indeed)

"Tcheina and Nooooshka do you wanna go to Java's room?"

And we crack up. Nu, it's the only thing that can drag me through sometimes. Humor, yknow.

Receivin texts from the 011972... number (not stored) in my phone.


[currently scourin the kibbutzim list...]

I’m Just Not In the Mood

There are days when we are emotionally in touch with our inner human depth and our inner G-dliness. At such times we are inspired to live deeply, to love deeply, and to fulfill the mission for which we are alive. But then come the days when we feel estranged from our souls. We are emotionally numb, experiencing ourselves merely as self-centered and materialistic creatures seeking to satiate nothing more than our momentary cravings. We are not in the mood for G-d or the deeper truths of existence. We are too busy or stressed to even contemplate the inner meaning of what it means to be alive.


-you know where to click to find out what R. Yossi Jacobson writes is the solution to this common ba'ayah--

You are worse than the prince. More embarrassing than Johnny. Lower than dust. Lower than the kal shebikalim.

I'm sorry son, I just can't be mad

The dynamics have changed and you cannot expect hate. It is not fair.
p.s. say you would read this, things would be waaaaaay
different...!

i pressed 'send'

"With regard to your question at the conclusion of your letter it is hardly necessary to seek guidance from across the sea when you are at the Lubavitcher Yeshiva and the Mashpi'im and Rosh Hayeshiva are able and willing to help the students."


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 :)

--you ought to call me gershom---

You're asking me what I would choose?

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.

{varför inte?}

A Teacher, A Star*

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.
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

To all the princesses on the floor, laughing or not, here is a tissue.

more will come, bli ned

*correct, she didn't say "bob"

At least she doesn't hit the kids like Miss Grimshaw would.

~

(that's Miss Grimshaw up there)

must go to bed.
let's talk again another time, eh?
as life awaits us on the other side of morning.


[also from the cookie. word 4 word.]

Going Back to Coney Island

............

Yud Shevat Farbrengen

"Absoluteness breeds monsters"
(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.]

ahem. ahem. (alternatively, 'oh. oh.' or 'woah. woah.')

1) Looking from the heavenly realm, all G-d's creatures look very good. He has great delight in all He has made.

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.

"So if you ask me, what are my challenges living with a special needs child? I will ask you, what are your challenges living your "normal" life? Are they really any smaller?"


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.

Speaking fluent hebrew
---
Changing my band-aids

remember, remember, REMEMBER!

"I am the most uncommitted person I know. I mean, hey! I live in a trailer cuz I can't even sign a six month lease on a house! I was thinkin of getting myself a PO Box and then decided against it cuz I don't even know how long I'm staying here."

I can move to Eretz Yisroel!!!!

I just learned how to go and build it!

3 banim

On Pilagshot, On Fluff and On Lotsa Other Stuff (not TTTO: I love him)

--coming soon, chan. soon meint when im not tired. hmm. that could take a jubilee or three. soon meint not now. walla. yoter tov.--

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

First of all, my Rebbe chops wood for people who need it.

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`
** copied n pasted
` all seven ahavas yisroel stories mentioned in the original basi l'gani maamar

i was in auschwitz