Category: general
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At least it's not Arutz Sheva.
It seems there are those out there who are sure my name is Batsheva. My landlords call me Batsheva.My classmate calls me Batsheva.My second-cousin-once-removed calls me Batsheva.My first grade teacher called me Batsheva. I don’t mind; it’s a pretty name, I’d argue prettier than the Eli-version. I’d just like to know whether I should change…
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Example #211 of Kibbutz Galiyot.
I may go to school with Israelis, work with Anglos, be related to Charedis, and live amongst Mizrachim, but believe it or not, I don’t hang too much with the Ethiopian crowd. That is – until tonight. A coworker got married in Petach Tikva and it was a crazy experience for a few reasons: 1.…
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Home center.
I rag on Jerusalem a lot. Blame it on the love/hate. And the weird rain. But, in honour of Jerusalem Day today, I will make an announcement that is happy; for the city, anyway. We’ve decided to stay in Jerusalem for at least another year. This is not out of charity (that the city really…
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Another rainy Jerusalem day… in May.
It’s unnaturally pouring outside. Dark cloudy sky, thunder, lightening, the whole package. It rarely rains like this in the winter, nevermind summer. It’s also not a blessing for it to rain at this time of year. Is God angry at us? Well, he couldn’t have picked a better day to express it. It’s Yom Yerushalayim…
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Israeli dancing.
Tonight I learned – nay – was reminded that there’s a reason why my parents didn’t sign me up for a second year of ballet and I dropped out of Israeli dancing class in sixth grade. I can’t dance. Well, that’s not true. I can bump and grind and rock out in front of any…
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33 means fire.
It’s the night of Lag B’Omer, which means Jerusalem is up in smoke, though we’ve done it to ourselves. Bonfires abound (as do marshmallows) as we celebrate… Wait, what is it we’re celebrating? It seems to matter not; all anyone wants to do is run around the city and collect wood and burn things. Kind…
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Shabbat eve in full bloom.
The good Jewish husbands bring their wives a bouquet of flowers on Friday afternoon for a shabbat shalom. The great Jewish husbands take their wives on a Friday afternoon stroll through the Jerusalem Botanical Gardens so she can pick out her own.
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Zionism from above.
In case you ever wondered, here is what happens if you fly El Al from abroad to Israel, departing on Yom HaZicaron and landing on Yom HaAtzmaut: They give you a Yizkor sticker at check in… They give you a mini flag before landing…
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Don't spare me a strike…
I’ve been feeling naughty lately; I’ve missed two weeks worth of classes for being in Australia, or so I thought until right now, when I found out that Bar Ilan is on strike with the rest of the Israeli universities, so I’m not missing school this week. But I’m still naughty, so I will punish…
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Shnitzeled feet.
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It's DBG, man.
Doesn’t the species koala kind of remind you of Israel’s first prime minister?
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Sharing means staring.
Holidays are nearly over… One more day for us, two more for everyone else in these parts. That’s including Easter Monday (remember Christian holidays?). I can’t stop staring, so instead of being rude, I’ll share: