Hebrew-speaking dogs.

I'm sitting on my couch and I hear a scratch at the door. My first thought is, did a jackal from the forest across the street come all the way upstairs to haunt me? My second thought is, it does, however, sound like a dog. After peeping through the door, I realized it was a... Continue Reading →

Live, in Israel.

Last night was the first time in a long time that I remembered I am in Israel. I was driving through the winding, narrow streets of Katamon listening to the radio. A campaign ad featuring Nir Barkat came on. I had a flashback to my first 'term' as an olah chadashah. It felt good.

Ynet resourcefulness.

Does anyone else find it funny that Ynet used very little resourcefulness to fill in an appropriate stock photo for this article, under which they captioned it, 'Resourcefulness'?

Birkat Kohanim at the kotel.

I had never seen it, and my dad is of the priestly persuasion, so the three of us went down to the kotel in the Old City yesterday to hear/see/be present at the ginormous Birkat Kohanim for chol hamoed Sukkot. Birkat Kohanim - known as 'duchaning' in Ashkenaz circles - is like a representation of... Continue Reading →

And a happy 'queer rite of Jews' to you.

Because I already have posted my past homemade sukkot, New York and ghetto Israeli style, I figured I'd post my first own semi-respectable Tzur Hadassah sukka: Spacious because we have a decent-sized mirpeset. Sturdy, because we have paychecks that can buy metal poles. And fun, because I did a search for 'sukkot' on Google Images... Continue Reading →

Ella Valley winery.

My father's in town, and as I got my habit of fermented grape-consumption from somewhere, we took him over to Ella Valley winery. The Ella Valley is just about my backyard, nestled in Matte Yehuda. It's lush, it's green, and according to the winery's 6-minute propaganda video, it's the perfect place to grow the right... Continue Reading →

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