tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55817852009-09-11T09:48:45.631-04:00Life is a daring adventure, or nothing at all -Helen KellerSnoreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581785.post-1119034168628893442005-06-17T14:47:00.000-04:002005-06-17T14:49:28.630-04:00

Thinking of relaunching with a dif. focus. instead of being my blog about me, something i've been thinking about lately is how judaism is different / similar to other religions. And what, if anything, does that mean to the way we react and interact with being Jewish and with other religions... We'll see if I have time or the will to post though.

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NY Times Donations Page If you're wondering what you can do to help, the NYTimes has a page listing aid organizations accepting donations for the earthquake & tsunami victims in Asia. They include the Joint and the AJWS. May the world know from no more tragedies.

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At a movie theatre in Battery Park city: Two girls and a guy, standing right next to me at the concession stand, shaking up their popcorn. The Olsen twins. Of course, I just pretended to be cool, and basically ignored them, as they ignored me. This is my first real NYC celebrity siting, more or less since I don't recognize most people anyway. Though I did recognize Ben Affleck when they were

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*Who finds herself suffocated when a perfectly lovely guy I'm dating calls every single day? Makes me want to run screaming for the hills. I don't know him that well, but as AB says, that's how to get to know him better. And if there's one person who I think is actually sane and grounded, it would be her. So I suppose I should listen to her and be a little less uptight about this. *Who can't

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I truly cannot believe this! Then again, New Yorkers tend to be more than a little obsessive about their dogs. I suppose Jewish Kitsch has been taken to new levels with this one.

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have a lovely one. and happy bday to little brother... you're now legal in Canada. Except that being in Israel at the moment, I suppose that doesn't help you all that much.

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When do you know your snowboarding could use some improvement? Perhaps this completely serious (and concerned) comment from a passing skier after a particularly spectacular fall this weekend tipped me off... "Oh good! You're not dead!" Best time I've had in way too long! P.S. Anyone get the reference in the title, or is it too obscure?

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I'm not one to praise or denigrate Israel unnecessarily. And I usually just avoid referring to Israel here, since it's so loaded a topic. But this story really needs to be pointed out to as many people as possible. Is there any other culture or country that would offer rescue assistance, in an area not directly under their control, to people that were trapped and endangered while trying to

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But if you're at work, put on your headphones. You don't want this blaring for your office to hear...

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approximated conversation with friend #1: Friend: Where can I find X & Y's wedding registry? Me: oh, they're registered at store Z. Friend: Actually, I can't remember if I got them something or not. How could I find that out? Me: Um... Ask them? Friend: That would be weird. Me: And getting them 2 gifts would be normal? *** approximated conversation at work, with my current manager and former

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http://www.marryanamerican.ca You can get flu shots AND poutine. Life just doesn't get any better, eh?

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Conflicting reports on arafat's condition. Either way, if peoople are arguing whether you're dead or alive, your prognosis probably doesn't look that great. My favorite quote thus far comes from CNN, which leaves this gem unexamined: Arafat's senior adviser, Nabil Abu Rudeineh, dismissed reports that the 75-year-old leader was in a coma, calling them "rumors." "He is in the intensive care unit

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Went to vote this morning, and a little old lady in front of me was signing her name. She then asked the person registering everyone what the date was. The following is their conversation: 'It's the second.' 'Oh. Of which month?' 'Um. November.' 'OK.' (pause) 'What year?' My feelings? When you lose track of the year, it might be time to retire from voting.

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As a former boston resident, I was definitely holding my breath, though certainly not as much as the real bostonians. Evidenced by the cheering from outside my window last night. So fun though! and johnny damon really is cute, though way too much hair (those dimples though!). And now I can tell my little brother that he has a baseball signs by a world series winning pitcher--I met Pedro Martinez

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Sunday TV programming at its best: Emma on one channel followed by... Clueless on another. Best line of Clueless, perfect for all the relig's out there: "You're a virgin who can't drive!" Brought to my attention by AZ (what great initials!), it's a fun insult for many people i know. P.S. Is "fun insult" an oxymoron?

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Here. At work. Doing work (large amounts of it). Fuming about yet another move to yet another department. They are supposed to be using me in exactly my previous capacity, just under a different manager who got new responsibilities that include my area. But apparently he's decided he'd like me to do something different, that already has 3 other people doing, as opposed to my current role which

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"the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it has overturned the order of the soul. When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant..." -from The Future OK, so the rest of the song might not be so appropriate for Y'K, but it's by Leonard Cohen, which I find explains alot. great, haunting song. sigh. i think it's time for LC listening again. If you want something a little

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I suppose L.A. can be encapsulated in this conversation fragment we overheard, standing outside the Beverly Wilshire hotel. "Oh, You can get lips like that!" A nice N.Y. moment, on the other hand came a couple of days later, sitting outside in the Bryant Park Library (no, not the New York Public Library--the BPL consists of a few racks of books, magazines & newspapers left outside for the

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Enjoy your holidays... I'm off to sunny California :)

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"Al-Qaeda wouldn't take me, so now I work for [Your Company Name Here]."

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So all my birthdays are officially over, and I had a few surprises. Some good, some not. Well, let's go with the good first – I have wonderful friends, and sometimes I feel like I don't really deserve them. First there was AB², who actually remembered my birthday and baked brownies for me as a surprise dessert on shabbat–topped with colored chocolate chips! Yay! How fun is that? It was

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The pedicure, due to proximity, stress, and the possibility of a foot massage. I got it last night, at a place around the corner from work. My first one ever! Not so happy with the color, but that was 45 minutes of pampering that was just awesome. Did you know they have these funky massage chairs that you sit in while they're bathing your feet? Did you know that they massage your calves when you

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RD was complaining about her obsession with the Olympics this morning, which led to the following IM conversation: me: you should become an Olympian. you could be the next paul hamm RD: don't joke. I'm thinking of taking up table tennis RD: it's really the only thing i think i have a chance in me: too much carpal tunnel me: what about running? RD: um yeah RD: no RD: not gonna get to the

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Tomorrow (and tonight) is my hebrew birthday, the start of t'kufat birthday! I'm still deciding what to buy myself as a present. It's down to a pedicure, a new painting, or someone to clean my apartment. Other suggestions are welcome. Of course, my upcoming trip to L.A. might be expensive enough to exclude all other gifts from me to me, but of course, it could never exclude gifts from those who

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Life is great in the movies... villains divulge their illogic right before they get blown to bits, mysteries are revealed, romances are resolved. In real life: not so much. In fact, not at all. Kind of obvious, so what's the impetus for this post? I (not so) recently spoke to an ancient ex, and the entire conversation had the feeling of closure--we didn't discuss the massive blowup we had

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