The first victim on 9/11.

Ok, I think this will be the last time I cry over 9/11 this year. No promises, though. A hero's tale: Daniel Levin was murdered by the hijackers of American Airlines Flight 11 just moments before they crashed it into the World Trade Center. A decade later, his family speaks for the very first time. ... Continue Reading →


For a few years I kept seeing the word 'zumba' in my Facebook feed... Ahhh! Zumba! Just came back from zuuumbaaa!!! I <3 Zumba 4everz!!11!!1 And I've had no freakin clue what everyone has been saying. Last week, I got an email advertising Zumba on Sunday nights right here in cozy little Tzur Hadassah. So... Continue Reading →

The Russian haircut problem.

Question: Why is it that whenever an Israeli cuts my hair I end up with a Russian haircut? Note, I don't mean the crazy short, hot-red kind. I mean the long layer in the back, thick shorter layer in the front. Also note, it seems to be a universal phenomenon, no matter if the hair cutter is a... Continue Reading →

Isn't that an oxymoron?

I didn't know there was such a thing. Even a five-year veteran learns new things every day. As strange as 'elite arak' seems, in all it was a decent wine shop in Talpiot at 37 Pierre Koenig.

Once in a lifetime.

It's not every day - nay, every month - wait, every year?  - that you see something like this on an Israeli construction site: Amazing, isn't it? סיימנו. It's just a word, but it's a whole lot more, too. 'We completed it.' What a feeling! What a way to be! On top of that, the... Continue Reading →

Israeli Innovation.

When I think of 'Israeli Innovation' here are some of the associations I make: micro chips water purification desert irrigation swallow-able pill-cameras Google, Intel, IBM R&D centers Uzis What I don't think of is... hair conditioner. I did pretty well though for 10 shekel. Product of the year!

Old school Israeli phonage.

Spotted in Ashkelon: Anyone remember these? A little younger than the Asimon-eating public pay phones, the Telecard-eating phones were a classic by the time I first started coming to Israel in 2000. No, I didn't bother to see if it still worked. Remember the one-in-a-million magical Telecard that would never run out?

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