Lizrael Update: babbling about the expat life since 2004
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Today’s aliyah zen.
Truest aliyah propaganda ever. From 1971, artist Robert Aroyo, published by Israel’s Ministry of Immigration and Absorption. We don’t promise you a rose garden
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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…
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Some answers at the end of an era.
Three months ago, my company, a profitable American-Israeli-start up-turned-public-on-NASDAQ, was acquired for $127 million by an American holdings firm. A week ago, something terribly sad happened. My company felt one of the hardest pains of being acquired; two-thirds of my office were laid off. As TechCrunch put it, it was ‘gutted.’ The saddest thing about…
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This makes me happy.
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The Lorax is vindicated…
I think I found the last of the Lorax‘s fine Truffula trees… And I’ll yell and I’ll shout, For the fine things on Earth… That are on their way out.
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Why wasn’t he already dressed?
Cheder starts in five minutes… Nu, Yoni, move it!
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Gay peeps can get married, Gilad Shalit can’t.
I’m trying to enjoy the excitement I feel over New York State’s legalizing gay marriage, giving some of my friends a chance at an alternative-alternative lifestyle, while simultaneously trying to work out the torment I feel over the fact it’s now been a way-too-long five years since 18-year-old beginner soldier Gilad Shalit was taken captive during non-‘war’time,…
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You don’t know who you are…
Today is the day that kind of floats by every once in a while. Maybe once a year. I realize, out of nowhere, people from the past who I suddenly miss terribly. You don’t know who you are; and if you did, you’d be pretty surprised. A professor who I adored and looked up to……
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Religious views: Lazy.
I’m in a new place. It’s a place I’ve heard about, but never dwelled within. A place in time. I’ve known it’s been creeping up, have been expecting its tap on the shoulder… and here it is, plunked down and landed at my feet. Not enough is spoken about this place. I wish more people…
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That’s a long diaper-change.
“Ok, Beebs, let’s stop here on the side of this shop and get that diaper changed… Man, that’s a big one! Lady you are not…” …eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… “Oh, the bomb siren drill. Weird that it’s a siren and we don’t have to stand at attention, eh, Beebs? Actually, no one is even close to taking this…
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Teaching your elders.
As the world turns… When I was growing up, the thing was this: my parents’ generation decided to send their kids to Jewish day schools, to give them an education they never had as children of immigrants who wanted to forget being Jewish. So we went to school, came home, taught our parents kiddush on…
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Koala update: Lil Mr. Independent.
I love how, when we try to do something for you, you say – declare – your name in protest, and then do it yourself. I love how when we’re trying to rush you, and scoop you up to carry you upstairs, and you just aren’t having it, you turn around, go back down, and come…
Questions? Comments? Advice?