Cross-cultural relativity.

Conversation between my husband and his Israeli dad: “I’m going to the hardware store, I need to buy one of those plastic buts you put in the wall, to put a screw in - you can call it a trivet or something?” “Eh, you ken call eet a spaghetti eef you want.” <Laughter on our... Continue Reading →

You don’t mess with the Arab-Israeli conflict.

Last night I watched 3/4ths of Adam Sandler’s You Don’t Mess With the Zohan. Really, it was like any other Adam Sandler character acting film; Little Nicky, Waterboy. His extreme characters are not his strongest point for me (I’m more of a Billy Madison/Happy Gilmore fan). I’m always able to enjoy the twisted nature of... Continue Reading →

The difference direction makes.

The recipe for aliyah success is a complicated set of characterstics; not because what is required but because I think attaining what is required is seeded way before making aliyah. I’ve mentioned creativity, open-mindedness and flexibility before. One other major ingredient in this recipe, I’ve discovered, is direction. Now, direction is an ingredient for many... Continue Reading →

Chillest fire department ever.

So there we are, my roommate and I, out on the mirpeset for a romantic start-of-the-weekend dinner of shippudim when I look up and see… a fire. “Hey, that wasn’t there before, was it?” Indeed, it was not. And it was growing by the second. It was a fire started in some trees, right outside... Continue Reading →

Tzur Hadassah made it to… Plurk?

Call me a geek, but I found this cool. I just signed up for a Plurk account (I’m still not sure what it all means) but when I was changing my settings and filling in my location, I clicked my country as ‘Israel’, than my region as ‘Yerushalayim’ and, ready to settle on that, I... Continue Reading →

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