Mighty Morphin Silly Newspaper.

[This post is dedicated to my brothers. And terrible journalism].

Why this is an article in Ynet is beyond me. But, then again, there’s Ynet for ya.

The breaking news:

This past summer, the popular Power Rangers have returned to Israeli television screens.

 

They’ve entered their 18th season, making it an intergenerational show, a show that conquered our generation in the 1990s and is now swaying our children’s generation.

This better not ‘sway’ my children’s generation. It was horrifically dumb when my youngest brother was obsessed with them and me and my brother made him nuts over it (sorry bro).

I mean, seriously? The black kid was the Black Ranger and the Yellow Ranger was an Asian?

Really?

Gotaway.

We did the impossible. Or at least, the impossible when you’re immigrants here alone, without close family, and then your mother-in-law comes to stay and offers to watch the kids while you go away overnight.

And that’s what we did.

We kept it simple: a night in a hotel in Jerusalem, a trip to town, with a good meal at a fancy restaurant, where I don’t have to mop up spilled water or provide crayons to my dinner mates.

Imagine: I ate dinner and came back with no stains on my shirts… No surprise rice in clothing creases… I tasted my (expensive) food…

Anyway. A few shots from the night below. Now I’m just salivating for the time when our kids are older and we can go away for a week and pretend we’re fancy but in reality we’re in our 30s and we’re tired and the alcohol in the drinks has nothing on the sleep depravity.

Speed of night...

There’s a sabra living in my house.

First of all, today, for the first time, my kid בא נראה’d me.

Secondly, OMG *this* just happened.

The scene: Bebe is finished with her cottage cheese and I offer Koala the rest.

Me: want to finish Bebe’s cheese?

Koala: yes, I want this.

<takes a bite>

Koala: cottage!

Me: yep, it’s Bebe’s cheese.

Koala: cottage. eating Bebe’s cottage.

Me: exactly. is it good cheese?

<he steps up to me, gets in my face, and says…>

Koala: cottage b’ivrit.

Sunday drivers: Taking it slow for freedom in Tzur Hadassah.

And now, in local news: The continuation of the housing/construction war that’s being waged in and around Tsur Hadassah.

The Makbat is planned high density housing towers that have permission to be built across the street from Tzur Hadassah near the Delek station and are planned to be part of Tzur Hadassah, not part of Mevo Beitar. They have permission to build 900 units – small apartments, high density. Tzur Hadassah has been fighting this for 17 years and will continue. Yair Kamaiski is the person who leads this, with the backing of the va’ad of the town. The next court hearing, at which citizens are encouraged to show up, is February 2.

Below is the official notice with Q&A about the issues and the protest scheduled for this Sunday, January 15, at 7:15am. Basically, show up with your car between Tzur Hadassah and the tunnels towards Jerusalem and join the slow-moving traffic blob of Sunday drivers  in order to prove the kind of heavy-density traffic that will become every day routine if thousands more people join this area without infrastructure changes. Folks from Gush Etzion are also invited, as they will be affected by the changes in traffic patterns too.

Also, see the organizers’ Facebook page [Hebrew].

Driving the Future to a Better Place.

I think we late ’70s/early ’80s peeps grew up in an awesome time. As kids, we could still appreciate that the Future was far away enough to dream big, and as adults, we’re seeing it happen.

Ok, fine, maybe every generation has that. But you can’t beat growing up in the ’80s.

Last night, Better Place hosted a tweetup to show off its vision, fruit platter abilities, and of course, the electric cars. We were shown a video, (hologram of Shai Agassi included), given a demo of the electric ‘pumps’ and of course – test drove the electric-only, Renault-made cars.

100% Electric - not to be confused with a gas tank.

So, I didn’t consider what would actually be different about the driving experience. I was just excited to pretend I’m living Flight of the Navigator.

And the truth is, the cars look and feel exactly like other cars… except a few things. Some examples:

  1. They are QUIET. Freakishly quiet. So quiet, I think pedestrian deaths may rise.
  2. The ‘gas’ pedal takes getting used to. The role of the brake also changes a bit. When you take your foot off the electric-fueled accelerator, the car starts to slow down for a sec; it was explained that the car begins the process to conserve/recharge battery. If you brake right away, then it’s a whole lot more stopping than you meant.
  3. There’s a built-in computerized dashboard called OSCAR (operating system car) for data updates (how much you’re charged) and GPS (where the next charging station is).

Meet the demo car. Spilling its guts.

When we had a little demo of the charging stations, I’m embarrassed/proud to say the first question that popped in my head was: Won’t it be about five minutes before some asshole shows up and cuts all the charging cables? Rips out the stations? Overrides the card system so they can detach the cars?

I’m a New Yawka, what do you want? No one else seemed bothered, though.

This is how we charge our electric cars.

FYI: One thing about the Future and electric cars – they still don’t make me a better driver.

Driving a better car to a better place.

P.S. Dad, I think I know how to get you in a French-made car now…

Better Place: so many jokes, by the way. So many.

 They’re already selling them in Israel, and charging stations are up (as seen in Mamilla in Jerusalem).

The Future is here, Cabbage Patch Kids!