Monday, February 27, 2012

On A Bag in the Subway

Dance, sing, floss and travel.

Because Prophets Can Fly

Prophets can fly
bring down the sky
lead us back high

Prophets can guide
show what's inside
appear and then hide


Prophets give us dreams

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Shush Baby Chana, Shush

Shush baby Chana, shush.
You weep: distressed, uncomfortable, bitter, afraid.
Shush baby Chana, shush.
I rock you: peaceful, experienceed, sweet, confident.

You need me, baby Chana; but too, I need you.
You need me to put you to sleep, but I need you to wake me up.
I realize I need to tell you something.
I need to tell you the story of the Pasha and Ibn Hajim.


The Pasha was a ruler who wore a royal plush leapord robe and would sit upon a wealthy chair. He had a Jewish advisor, Ibn Hajim. The relationship between the Pasha and his Jewish advisor was one of mutual respect.

One day the Pasha summoned Ibn Hajim. 

"My dear Ibn Hajim", he began, "you are now to set off to distant lands. There is no animosity in this order and there is no explanation. You have served me fine in the past and I trust that you will continue to measure up to the appropriate standards, even in distant lands."

Ibn Hajim, though he believed in the Pasha, was understandably bewildered.

"Ailartsua, Acirema, Learsi and now Dnalgne, have all been conquered." continued the Pasha. "Now it is time to light up the other land sketches."

Ibn Hajim nodded. 

"I wish you well, my dear Ibn Hajim" concluded the Pasha, "and who knows? Perhaps we will yet meet again, on firmer soil."

Ibn Hajim turned to go and the two royal dogs, Crypticness and Cowardice, faced each other coldly.


Shush baby Chana.
I have told you my story and now you can be calm.
Shush baby Chana.
You have listened to my story and now I can be strong.

Shush baby Chana, shush.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


That's an "SOS" for financial aid. A desperate one. 

An awesome woman and her family are being threatened with eviction if they can't pay up their rent this week. 

I can't believe I'm writing this, I am about to cry. 

YOU can help. Seriously. Not so many blog readers do I have these days so if you see this, know that you're one of a small group and your contribution will REALLY help. 


Any maaser money or other tzedakah money can be put to instant use by sending it via paypal to 

I thank you so much and beg you to spread the word!!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

To all those who push me down--

I thank you.

You force me to examine my soul in order to extract my deepest strengths so I can climb back up.
I climb and climb and when I get back to where I was before the downward push, I keep climbing. The adrenaline of my ascent causes me to forget my starting point and I end up much higher.

Thus, you push and I come out on top.

Again, I thank you.   

Friday, February 10, 2012

Vietnam in the 2nd Equation

I wonder if Vietnam vs Bloke is a case of Israel vs Vietnam.

The whole "it's mine, no thanks, head high" deal.

Nice play, G-d. Much obliged! 

Our Blind World (aka "Delta Bust" video)

Ha! They've since taken it down, but this is mad brill.

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Israel vs Vietnam

Alternatively, the Middle East vs the Far East.
And ahem, since when do I do anything 'middle' if I have the chance to do 'far'?
To quote myself*--when answering my friend's query if her idea was too 'over the top'--"When I hear 'over the top', I come running."
Well, I'm not sure if those are the exact words I used, but my point stands strong and tall. Heehee, I like when my points do my bidding so obediently and soldier-like.

So I had loads** of choices - as enumerated below - and every day my feelings were swayed. If I heard Hebrew that day, I was going to Israel. If I thought about my center, I was packing for Argentina. If I saw a bag from a Guatemala, there was no stopping me from heading to Southeast Asia. (Yes, yes, I know-as you see it, aint no geographic connection between them two fine locates***. But as I see it, the words glare "backpacker". And frankly, it's about me right now. Not in a snobby way, just in a matter of fact way.)

Yesterday, an incredibly perfect opportunity arose in Israel, causing me to believe my decision was sealed. It's a dream I had never even allowed myself to create. Everything made sense and tip-tipa more.

And now, I all want is to travel to Vietnam and the other Southeast Asia countries on the map.

Yes, the conversation with DL**** today about it was the major factor in deciding this. The school, the details, the aching absence of "we want you, we need you" (that's right-even without the exclamation marks), but most of all, the subjugation.
Assorted types. *****

That made me flee far away. Far far, as far east as we can go.
I'm gladdened that my decision has been concretized in a manner that gives me relief, confidence, joy and peace.

Vietnam, with the help of G-d, here I come.

* I think avi used to do that all the time. hi avi.
** english bloke attack
*** nifty noun usage for "locations"
**** "malkali" acc. to mendy
*****if not the reismans box in the freezer, some clothing store.

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Oh, the place I can go...

Argentina, for a few months, my own apartment, expand my repertoire of special needs experience.

Southeast Asia, backpack and help out shluchim for an indefinite amount of time.

Leeds (UK), back to the people I love, doing the things I love. Especially if going for Pesach.

Israel, do my 3 month stint of learning massage while learning Chassidus and perhaps doing the Rina House.

Russia, go on Shlichus somewhere there.

Learn Chinese Massage (clothing permitted!) in any city I fancy.

Or, anywhere else in the entire freakin world.

I'm not kidding when I say I'm jealous of myself...!

!הֹדוּ לַיהוָה כִּי־טוֹב כִּי לְעוֹלָם חַסְדּוֹ

Babinovitch. (Ahem!)

Rebbetzin Chaya Mushka (Moussia) Schneerson was born in Babinovitch, near the Russian city of Lubavitch, on Shabbat, the 25th of Adar, in 1901.