Sunday, March 12, 2006

about my blog

more than phish, i miss eretz israel. not a day goes by that i am not reminded, either by the chutzpa of the busdriver refusing to give me change or the way the light shines in the morning right into my eyes after a braying donkey has kept me awake all night.

maybe its when everything is bathed in an orange glow of our toaster oven after we unsuccessfully tried to make felafel in it.

right before a storm when the sky turns dark, the world brightens, the colours are heightened and i nearly get hit by lightening. "get inside" phish keeps yelling at me as the raindrops soak me from head to toe like the rain of jerusalem used to. i never used to go indoors when it rained there either.

i think it's not just in the air, but in our souls. it's that fire, those sparks, those divine sparks bringing light to this dark world. or it could be the tinfoil wrapped potato in the microwave.

i had better move to israel, quick before I burn down the house and wreck all our appliances. then again, we could move to israel with all new stuff. i need to ponder this some more.

White Hot Marror dip

White Hot Marror dip

A 15 inch root of white horseradish
grated without a blender
till your arms hurt.
burning, crying eyes "allergies," you said,
(yeah right, i knew better)
but i saw your tears.
they were worse than an onion, a broken heart.
Some salt, and mix (more tears)
Some vinegar and mix (more tears)
Your soul, and mix. Continue to mix
until your eyes are as red as the sunset over Egypt
when the Jews left.
Or until the tears are dry.
Pour into a bowl, cover tightly
Place
into the fridge
Wait.
Later you will enjoy
watching others eat this
as you have romain lettuce instead.

why we still live in america.

why we still live in america.

last year, i heard about this great vacation opportunity. now since phish and i rarely go on vacation, i was very excited when we heard that not only was this a great vacation, but it was virtually free! in fact, we would even get paid to go. This sounded way too good to be true, so i quickly called up to reserve a spot. granted there was a lot of paperwork to fill out for a simple vacation…but to israel? it was a dream come true.

the problem was that when I got to the organization’s name to send in the vacation application, I realized that something was amiss.

I had to send a registration check with all the forms…and the organization’s name was Nofesh v’No-phish.

now, i teach hebrew so i wasn’t thrown by this at all, and unfortunately it made perfect sense to me.

nofesh means vacation…just what Phish and I wanted!

but no-phish? whats the point of going on vacation, if i cant go with phish? granted, i love eretz yisrael a lot more than he does, and i miss it even more than he does…and probably love eretz yisrael even more than him…but i’m not going to go on vacation without him.

i explained this all very clearly in my vacation application letter to nBn, and it took a few weeks for them to get back me.

the slightly annoying lady who called me back from nBn was laughing so hard that I just told her I would find my own way to get to Israel on vacation. we’d even show them by moving there, and we didn't need their stupid vacation.

i saw an ad last week in the paper for the sochnut, which means "agency", perhaps we can use this travel agency to get us there faster than nBn.

so, here we are, still living somewhere in new york, without any decent kosher pizza, and I hope we’ll be able to make it to Israel soon.

If you believe

then it won't be a test