Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Dreams part VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIii

I got to hang out with my dad in my dreams last night. We were on a large patch of green grass and he was showing me a wooden chair he found somewhere and what a deal it was. He was in his jolly mood- excited about yet another good deal he came across. He was wearing his brown flannel shirt, the one he always wore when he would put on his cowboy boots. A look he loved to have ever since he immigrated and landed himself in Texas back in the day. Then I walked into the house I grew up in and saw my mother, asked her if she saw Dad, and she just looked at me blankly. And then in my dream, It was as if I woke up from my other dream, and I realized I was talking jibberish. He's no longer around.
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This Sunday would have been Tsiki's 26th birthday. We already feel it, his friends and I, his family. It's an anticipation that is always far worse than the actual day. I went the entire summer without too much thought- just allowing time to move us forward. Skipping myself farther away from the sadness that is never too far away. Who knew that sometimes we skip in circles- it's just the circles get larger and larger with time.
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So here I am- having myself a moment- but it'll last for a few days, where everything gets a little bit scary and then time passes, skips away- forward.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy T-day

Today, I am cooking my first Turkey. I'm not sure where the desire to celebrate Thanksgiving came from, as it's my least favorite holiday. Or Was. I guess the whole appreciating good meals with friends and family is something that is refined with age. Like a good wine. My wine is becoming quite refined- well, don't hold your breath- it is my first turkey after all.
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So here I am, sitting in an apron, the laundry is tumbling itself dry and I realize my beautiful candlesticks I received from close friends are tarnished. How am I to show these friends how grateful I am for my Jewish infused candlesticks if I leave them tarnished?? Not to worry, Just google "Homemade silver polish" and you will find that TOOTHPASTE does the job. It's that easy. So there I was, with a turkey in the oven, clothes tumbling in the dryer, some South American Bossa Nova music in the background- getting my fingers all minty with Colgate whitening toothpaste.
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Life is like wine, it gets better with age. Nu??
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Chocolate

Yesterday evening, I mad P Bonez laugh so hard he was crying. Tears streaming down his face. He laughed so hard that it made me laugh even harder, and there we were, lying on the cold floor, unable to breath because our stomach muscles were rapid spasms. He was actually in pain from all the laughter.
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The ability to bring such laughter into the household comes solely from the fact that I nibbled on some Swedish chocolate a friend brought over the night before. Somewhere along the path of growing up and being responsible, I convinced myself that I should minimize my sweet intake. From that convincing, I virtually removed all chocolate from my life. This is an extreme behavioral change as I was the teenager that would eat a pound of M&Ms in three days as breakfast.
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I have decided to invite chocolate back into my life. I'm leaning on the belief that Chocolate can save the world. It saves us women, especially during the moon cycle when all of us women feel like howling. That time where we pound our chests and declare war on anyone who so much as grins at us.
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So as the Kinneret (Sea of Galilea) is being filled with this years rain, and I stare outside to watch big Tel Avivian raindrops dancing across my windows. I will snuggle up with a cup of red tea and another 3 kilos of Swedish Chocolate (kosher of course.).

Thursday, November 15, 2007

From Home, with love

Working from home is a deja vue of the amaranthine amount of time i would spend without human social contact in the Peace Corps. Unlike the Peace Corps, I am not sweating and sitting in front of a fan with a piece of ice stuck to my forehead. I am comforted by the many pleasures modern society has spoiled me with: a tea kettle and my iPod docking station.
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Yesterday, I went people watching on Ben Yehuda street. Every one seemed in such a chipper mood, I almost convinced myself someone slipped ectasy tablets in their Hebrew Coca-Cola's. These were not people of the ordinary type, these people that seemed to be crawling all over Rehov Ben Yehuda came from the emotionally challenged/homeless type. But there they were, enjoying the day like everyone else.
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Then i'm parked in front of my bank and a Filipino woman rushes towards me. "Where issss Bank Disscount?" she joyously asks me. After my explanation that the bank is now closed and she will have to wait until tomorrow to deposit her check, she goes on a long explanation how she didn't realize how near the bank was and actually.. ACTUALLY walked many blocks OUT of her way. I stand their nodding. Grin Grin. Nod Nod.
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"Oh well. I kum bak tomorrow. Iss no problem" she giggles. "Talaga" I answer her in Tagalog. Which means: That's right. As she walks away I tell her goodbye "Sigi-Nah" and she turns and giggles and walks off. You know that giggle. It's the one I get from many Filipino's. "Girl you so white, why you fronting like you know Filipino??".
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Anyway. Let me just express how excited I am to have plans to see other humans this evening.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Julianna Barwick. You make me wanna sing!!

It was almost a decade ago that Jules and I worked at Mary's Trattoria. A small Italian restaraunt tucked in next to a Church on the famous Cherry Street in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Our ties loosened around our necks, our white button up shirts stained with spaghetti sauce and splashes of red wine.
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At the end of the night, we'd mop and clean the small restaurant, adjusting the black and white photos on the wall, and refilling the Parmesan cheese on the tables. The tables had checkered tablecloths and one or two stems of fresh flowers. "Turn around, if you want me to sing, I can't have you staring at me! It's embarrassing!!" Jules would giggle. "come on, you've known me since high school!" i would defend myself. Jules would turn herself around, facing a corner and she would give me a sample of the opera music she studied years before.
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She took a lot of that learning and moved herself to the big apple. Jules is one of those people that you wish you could put her in your pocket and take her with you. Aside from being frickin' AWESOME. She's one of the most loyal friends to the Doring Duo. I am a proud groupie.
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Click here to get a sample of Julianna. And here too. She's my American Amelie. I heart her.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

News Flash.

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The Israel government has requested that all women over the age of 25 carry a M4. In addition, we are required for gun training 3x a week. "You guns will be your boyfriend, your new best friend, you will go everywhere with your gun. Name your gun." conveys IDF spokesperson, Moshe Rosenberg.
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I kid. I kid.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Israel is AWESOME.

During my last Shiur. My Rabbi expressed the 3 spiritual hardships Jews face in choosing to live in Israel- I raised my hand. He nodded at me, "are one of these hardships -facing Tel Aviv rental prices?" I asked.
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

The Ginrod Rendition of a joke

"Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives duties.

The first man had married a Jewish Girl and had told her that she was going to do dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple days, but on the third day he came home to a clean house and dishes washed and dinner cooked.
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The second man had married a Catholic Girl. He had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking. The first day he didn't see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done, and there was a huge dinner on the table.
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The third man had married a Ginrod. He told her that her duties were to keep the house clean, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, enough to fix himself a bite to eat and load the dishwasher."

Saturday, November 03, 2007

I'll take one fart.

I blame everything on the weather change. And all that I blame- is pretty good. You know those moments where it feels like the entire universe has reconstructed itself just for you? The splitting instant where it all makes sense and you know it's a little crazy but who knew it could ever be this way? A time where nothing has changed and it's not that anything is particularly good, nor bad but you feel at peace with yourself and it's not because of a hangover?
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I had that realization today, in a moment of half sleep and total relaxation. And I found myself crying because of it. Because the last time I felt completely normal and with it was so long ago, I didn't realize my time had come to feel normal again. 'you used to cry a lot more' P bonez reminded me.
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So after Shabbat, we recorded a sound byte- of me making a farting noise on his belly and put it as my message alert tone on my phone. From having it on my phone for only few hours, i find it completely embarrassing, but SO funny. And once again, I feel torn- not because of an existential crisis this time, or wondering where my soul rests in G-d's plan, but because this message alert tone is so damn clever, but proportionally bewildering, that in the name of being the old Ginrod, it's time to let the farting begin. Because as P Bonez put it best: Farting is a reminder for us, that G-d has a sense of humor.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Overheard Conversations

So i'm in Jerusalem, doing the pre-Shabbat shopping and we're walking along. Two very American Christian girls are walking behind us. Their conversation goes a little something like this:
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Girl #1 The Lord is Awesome!
Girl #2 I know right? I can't believe it. We get to go to Rome, it must be G-d's will.
Girl #1 I know, it's like when they were sending me to Greece or Turkey, and I didn't want to go to Greece and the lord heard and his will was me to go to Turkey. The lord wanted it and it happened.
Girl #2 I know, the lord has his will and it just happens. He is awesome.
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Stove Top popcorn is totally awesome too ya know.