A picture is worth… wait, what?

Here I am, reading the latest copy of בקיצור, the biweekly Matte Yehuda ‘news’ publication. It’s got its usual collection of local fare – who’s who, what’s new, sales, sales, sales.

But now, something new. I came across this ad and my first reaction was, Oh, how horrible… Yes, a picture is worth a thousand words… What caused that poor Jerusalem mountain goat deer to get caught in that horrible barbed wire fence?

Then I kept reading: “B’Kitzur newspaper invites its readers to send photos from around Matte Yehuda.” To report the horrible dangers to animals in the area, right?

Kept reading: “The photos can be covering anything local: nature, animals, sport, agriculture, business, education, and of course, people and towns.”


“In every issue we’ll present the chosen photos and you can choose the best one, which will be shown in the opening of the newspaper and Matte Yehuda’s website.”

So this is a… photo contest?


Tell me, fine publishers of B’Kitzur: WHY would you use THAT photo to advertise your photo contest? Of all the beautiful things in our lovely area of Israel – like vineyards, rolling hills, horse farms, artistic homes – you chose a dead gazelle thing hanging from a fence?

Jerusalem of Brown.

It’s unfortunate that we’re still abused with news stories about Jerusalem Holyland scandals. Or Olmert. Whatever.

That’s what we happened to be talking about on our way to our offices in Jerusalem today when we noticed the dirty skyline from Gilo hilltop:

Paging Pig-Pen? At first we posited that it was a dust storm but soon realized we could ignore the facts no longer: The pollution piling over the city is a hovering mass of brown dirty existence.

Of course, I did come from New York. But I never got to actually see it from the top of a hill like that.

Meet the new guy.

Hi everybody! I’d like you to meet Dreadlock. He’s about a month old and has already made himself quite comfortable atop Koala’s normally thin, straight ‘do.

The plan for Koala’s hair is to grow it until he reaches age 3, as is the custom in many Chassidish families. Partly for that reason, and partly because I think it’s important for Koala to get down with his African roots (don’t we all have African roots?), I’m not going to cut it out.

It’ll be a handy tool when Koala comes to me at age 13 for permission to get his ear/eyebrow/tongue pierced and I say, “Now, Koala, you know I’m a cool mom – I even let you keep your dreadlock when you were 6 months old – but this is where I draw the line, sweetness.”

Yeah, I think that will work.