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Monday, May 22, 2006

ARTIFICIALLY ENHANCED INSOMNIA

I had a cup of coffee and so its 3:16am and I am up. This happens about twice a year: I forget what time it is and have coffee too late in the day.

so while life is too exciting to be posting...There is always time at 3am for something else.

How about something trite?

Someone triggered this memory earlier today:

When I was a kid, there was this guy who used to fix our appliances, mostly our washer and drier. These bulky items were left by the previous owner (an elderly Jewish crank who moved into a retirement community and generously left her goodies for my folks). The washer and drier had multiple symptoms until their eventual, but yet unfortunate, demise: the drier would frequently eat socks, catch fire, lose pieces of siding. The washer was another more frightening hazard. Having the unlucky predicament of losing one if its short disk-like legs, it would unhappily teeter during the spin cycle--inching its way across our basement floor--using up its foot or two of cord, and eventually pulling itself out of the socket.

There was a legitimate reason why we kids were exempt from doing laundry. (as a note: I think my parents figured that we could finally wash our clothes ourselves after reaching 5 feet tall, or so. ...And now that I contemplate this theory further, it makes sense why they measured our hight on a closet wall, marked in pencil. The day we reached the desired height, we could partake in the rollercoaster-superfun-ness of the badass home appliances around the house)

Anyway, getting back to the guy who prolonged the lives of our stuff. Tony is this amazing guy. He stands a towering 6"6 and weighs about 250 pounds and never bathes. He has long big dreads and drives a vehicle whose make or model would be hard to recollect if a cop wanted info, but unmistakable, covered in boards, and anarchist slogans and drawings that Tony did himself. The other mysterious thing about him is his popularity with the female types--he always had the flavor of the month following behind--laughing at his jokes, handing him tools.

As a kid you think every neighborhood has such a fella. You don't realize until you are a lot older that having eccentric personalities around of this sort is not the norm. Everyone I knew employed Tony because his rates were amazing--usually not much more than parts. As a child I thought all fix-it men were Caucasian/anti-establishment/giants who came to save the day.

And for all my friends whom for this entry has been posted at a legitimate hour, it is due to you that I remain with integrity!
gnight folks

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Faith Issues Continued...

I am frequently asked how I will live my life having come to conclusions that differ from my upbringing. The simple answer is, nothing. nothing. Nothing.

At least for the time being. I live at home with my parents, I am in school--my goal is to get through uni with zero student debt, and that's the short story of my life. I have thrown myself into my schoolwork, and rarely think about all of these ideological issues when not provoked. For me, it is distracting from the truths that I do prescribe to, namely, something my grandfather mentioned to me when I asked him as a kid what the meaning of life was. "live comfortably and contribute to society."
I can see the gears in your head spinning:
'Now, wait just a minute, K., you do believe in universal, objective truths!'
sure I do! And I believe in love and happiness and life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, too!
How hypocritical and rationally unfulfilling! Yeah, I know...It is, but these are the things that allow you to get on with life, and not only that, but exceed your own wildest expectations. Unless you are a total wackjob you believe 'do not do unto others what you would not want them to do to you...'
And so, I diplomatically live according to my parent's desires--when in Rome, Right? And then, when I hit the road, I do what I have to do. I have no desire to create upset within my family or community, and yet, I do not feel fulfilled in their world. Onwards and Upwards! I have my outlets and am not afraid to go where your typical ortho might wince (especially in dabbling in dangerous ideas!)
And I am proud of my accomplishments. If I die tomorrow, I will not have regretted my life and my choices. My accomplishments reflect my desire to make the world a better place-if very feeble-at least they are an attempt.
I think people have a difficulty acknowledging that life is full of simultaneous contradictions. Personally, I love them...It allows one to be mysterious and ambiguous. Definition is so static and boring, and hardly suited to the everchanging nature of life. I have come to accept that my life is comprised of conflicting ideas and I am willing to live with that.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Endurance

If my goldfish can live for 8 years in a bowl in our den, never complain, and even fit in time to philosophize (obviously, duuuuuh, his name is Aristotle)...Then I can prevail.

I am, like, the kid with the inhaler in one hand and the harmonica in the other.

The Harmonica is not going as planned. I do not have enough air in my lungs, I have trouble bending notes, its just not happening. Mind you, I still have potential to make incredible amounts of noise. This just means I have to pick up the accordion again, and my family will have to eat it.

Aristotle doesn't care. He actually likes polka music, as well as country, rap and Uncle Moishy. He like Gregorian chants and mordechai ben david. I think he likes the music I hate just to piss me off. He is a truly ugly fish. Most goldfish die in their prime when they are young and beautiful. Aristotle is a catankerous, cancerous, gray, mottled, unkempt, ick, wandery-googly eye specimen. He is the size of your average cigar and home to ninety-eight million bacteria.

We obviously have a love/hate relationship.

I have attempted to give him away (even though he belongs to my family, we each try to place ownership on someone else, I think we have been lying to my mom that she brought it home for so long, she now believes us). Tis a reverse custody battle: No one wants him.

Anyway, I think I am coming down with strep. I cannot remember why I decided to tell you about our pet, or harmonicas for that matter. I think I shall exit, ahem, gracefully...okay? Good night.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Cold Wet and Having to Pee

The things we do for friends.

Every year I and three of my friends celebrate each other's birthdays by hanging out and doing something we wouldn't otherwise do. Its a chance to catch up because no one has time these days to get together. Today we went to the zoo in honor of E's 22nd. We bought her a membership so she can take dates there and packed lunchboxes so we wouldn't starve. Yes, Yes, the birthday had a theme. Zoo theme, man. animal crackers in lunchboxes. juiceboxes and sandwiches cut into triangles, party hats and champaign. Awesome. Nostalgic. We even forged a permission slip from her mom, so she could go on the field trip.

Today was hugely ugly. It was pouring rain and there were no kids at the zoo. We owned the place. No strollers. No parents. The place was deserted. Only a bunch of wet, cold and miserable animals. I think we cheered them up, I mean, we were definately more entertaining than they were.

I was relieved. Every birthday party has a small element of humiliation. We always go out, and we always do something slightly embarrasing. One year they took me to a hair salon blindfolded and told me to pick a new hue for my tresses. For chanukka, they presented me with a 'sunshine experience.' We went to our neighborhood coffee-joint, E. lugging a giant trash bag filled with 1. highly tacky flowered centerpeice 2. heart sunglasses 3. party hats (everyone got two-we looked like vikings) 4. trivia pursuit for dummies.... I think you get the idea. It was very funny, yes, but somewhat mortifying. So, I was secretly pleased that the zoo was empty.

Still what are friends for? I get accused of being too serious. And every serious person needs a friend to shout PLACENTA at the top of their lungs at you, as you are hurrying accross campus to your organizational theory and behavior class. Keeps things in perspective.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Faith Issues

I could talk about my fascinating day, but I won't. Instead I will do some catching up with some old topics and issues that keep resurfacing in my life. I hinted at the faith issue in the harmonica entry. Here comes the real Meat and Potatoes!!!! (and I will not insult you with boring background information on my life and how I got to this point, yadda, yadda and more yadda. I feel confident that my readers will pick things up as I go along).

Since my year of seminary abroad, I have been pretty confident that I have found my personal truths. I set out to resolve my faith issues before I left, and worked all year to find meaning within the ideology in which I was raised. When I really took the time to face Orthodox/Chabad Judaism head-on, I found that nearly all of the fundamental beliefs presented to me were things with which I wholeheartedly disagree. This process was extremely agonizing and terrifying even though I had been feeling alienated for years ( I have have kept a running diary since I have been 14 and have faith related issues in many of the entries). The year in seminary, I asked all my questions, I was sincere, I looked for rabbis I could relate to, I tried to bridge the gap between Ideology and Self. And I just never could make the connection.
After I came back to the States, I decided to enroll in university and have been happily distracted for years... I do not have to think about making these chcices...I am still incubated in my parents' house and have retained their values for the sake of peace. When I eventually move out, I know I will give up a lot of it. Hold on to some things for the sake of culture and identity but I do not think I can commit to anything else.
Only every once in a while, this all blows up in my face, For example, I keep getting set up with guys who, if not fully practicing, are full believers, and honestly, I cannot relate. Or one of my friends will call, and will bring up their faith issues. My friends feel really crappy ditching their faith--so much so that they never decide to leave the community, their neighborhood etc... They then lead the rest of their lives agonizing their lack of commitment, their difficulty in living up to community standards etc. I do not judge them. I have my own fears of rejection. And my own fears of leaving it all behind; of being alienated, because after all, that is what you become.

I am not apologetic for my hypocrisy and I definitely don't think I have done anything wrong in rejecting my faith. Maybe it because I do not believe in any universal truth, maybe it is because I was exposed to successful and happily secular individuals. Maybe my upbringing at home contributed to my never ending curiosity and general cynicism. Maybe my personal tragedies caused me to lose faith.
Below I have posted an online correspondence from my year of questioning: The year I set aside to resolve these issues. Maybe they will help someone else, maybe not. It retrospect, they are a bit embarrassing, I can almost hear the whiney note in my voice. In any event, I started corresponding with Rabbi Moss from Sydney, Australia--I am posting his name because he was sincere and empathetic, even if I couldn't not accept every thing he said. Still, every once in a while I look at it:

Dear rabbi Moss: I read your responses through a forward from Rabbi Y. Y. Jacobson, and would like to know what you think about a problem I've been pretty miserable about. I grew up frum. I grew up Lubavitch, daughter of a shlucha. I went to what was considered to be the best schools through high school. I always enjoyed learning, but nothing ever seemed to make complete sense. I had teachers write comments on report cards, "she always participates, and she asks the most intelligent questions." The problem was I never felt a connection. There always seemed to be something missing. The answers always seemed defensive and irrelevant. Maybe that’s a bit harsh and exaggerated, but as time went on, I just felt more and more frustrated with their inability to answer my questions in a manner that would resolve the issues in my mind. Seminary was traumatic. I went with the only goal to once and for all fill in the gaps that would make me believe in Yiddishkeit. No such luck. At this point I feel like I'm in a spiritual burnout. No rabbi, Mashpia, or Rebetzin has told me precisely HOW one can believe in it all, because I don’t, and it makes everything I do feel hypocritical because my heart is not in it. I am in university this year, and for once I feel fulfilled. I can learn anything I want to and it feels right. I feel challenged and free to think as I please, but it feels like im living a double life. If nothing changes, it’s only going to get harder. My friends started dating, but I feel like that would be a disaster since Im living a frum lifestyle but my personal ideology is completely opposite. I have felt this way since I've been 12; long as I can remember. Is it possible that some people are not meant to do this for life?

RABBI MOSS:
It seems to me that no one has touched your neshoma.


I don't think the problem is that no one has answered your questions. It's deeper than that. I'm sure I could offer some answers, but that won't change things. Answers don't make faith - faith brings answers (and faith can coexist with unanswered questions).

You have a deep mind and a searching soul. The "system" is not made for people like you. The set answers to the predictable questions are enough for most - but not for you. You have the ability to blaze a path of your own. And there are two ways you can do this.

You could drop Yiddishkeit and find your own way. This is the easier and most logical path for you. Yiddishkeit hasn't worked for you until now, and you gave it a good shot; you are feeling challenged and free in the world of secular learning so why not move on?

This is a compelling argument. But I don't think that it is being true to who you really are. You wouldn't have emailed me otherwise.

I have another path to suggest.

Why not come up with answers of your own? Use your powerful mind to get to the core of what Torah and Chassidus are saying to you personally. The set answers didn't work for you because they weren't yours - so discover what your answers are. Every neshoma has its own Torah, and it's about time you started studying your own rather than that of others.
What am I talking about? Am I telling you to invent a new strand of Judaism? Kazooeyism?
No. I mean you should start asking the questions to yourself, believing that you have the answers. And I believe that you do.
Sit down and think about a question. Ask it to yourself. Push yourself. And be confident that you can come up with an answer.
I think the answers to all your questions are in you. I may be totally off the mark, but I feel there is a depth to you that even you haven't discovered. And I want to see it.
Tell me what you think,
Regards,
Rabbi Moss

Rabbi M.thanks for your response and thank you for dealing with the issue head-on instead of become distracted by side points. I think that’s really a first for me, actually. Here is a feeble attempt at answering the biggies. I do not think I have gotten anywhere, but would honestly appreciate a response.Is there a G-d? Let’s just say yes, to make this go easier. Saying that G-d exists answers a lot of tough questions such as, "who created the world?' and "does life have a purpose?"And if there is a G-d, does he care that I exist, and moreover, does he care what I chose to do with my life?Let’s say yes. Let’s say that there is a greater being out there who cares exactly what I doesn'te doesn’t intervene, He just watches and waits for me to do the right thing. What is the right thing? The gift of Torah, which was graciously provided by my parents and community.When I was younger I believed Yiddishkeit had value because my parents are Baalai Teshuva and chose it. I respected my parents search for ideological truth, and I trusted that they had found it. Later, I began to feel as if their choice was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time, for them specifically, and possibly not for me. My mom's brother was doing it, so she joined because she was sick of her catholic doped out friends. My father was on his way to India to follow his older brother's version of the TRUTH, and stopped off in 770. It worked for them, because it was the seventies and 770 was the place to be. Included community, purpose, selflessness and moral groundedness. Since then, the place has changed, and I doubt they would have come this far if they decided to become frum today, for example. They got the BT treatment. I look at my experiences growing up within the fold and notice that there are those within the system, and yes, there are countless levels in the system, and then there are the poor nebachs who never seem to make it in the system. There are a few who remain above the system and these people I obviously admire and respect and hope to be, one day: Smart and confident enough in their place to stay out of the squabbling and conformity. But something really does bother me. If Torah = truth and everything in Torah is truth, why are there so many versions of the truth? Because it was made for humans who are imperfect and have flaws, Torah is the channel by which imperfect beings can reach the infinite godliness that is so powerful, we would be consumed getting anywhere near it. This is why Hashem has to step away from this world (to such an extent as to create oodles of agnostics and atheists).Alright. So in order for Torah to be utilized by human beings, it must become subjective. Ie, it must become flawed and brought down, if you will, by countless approaches to torah, to such an extent that there are rampant contradictions in the way ppl do things, and yet, they are all right, except if they break halacha (which is not so concrete, either).What would happen if I were born a Tibetan child or Indonesian? Who never head the word Jew, torah, or even godb4? I can’t answer that yet.Why keep Halacha? Because god said so. How do we know this is what he wants me to do?? Well we really don’t know, except if you believe in hashgacha protis, it would be a bit clearer...one idea is that many mitzvos are just there to force one to think about torah no matter what a person is doing. It keeps you focused and all the stuff you hate doing is just the ugly part of the puzzle that looks very nice as a whole and would be lacking without that ugly piece in the corner. Because if you look at a Jewish person objectively, every thing matters to create a LIFESTYLE of torah, and the end result is pretty impressive.Is this worth doing? If torah is so subjective, why can’t you take the ideals you like and lump the rest? Because then you would be a catholic. Or part of some fake religion that talks about charity and kindness, but everything else doesn’t really matter, your sins are forgiven if you're generally a nice guy.And torah demands commitment and is worth fighting for because anything good is worth fighting for. (This I have been told is true, but its not always the case....BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT HASHEM TOLD MOSHE ON A MOUNTAIN every last thing, how do you know it's for real?Well, I have trouble believing that’s what happened on vov Sivan 2448 or sometime like that. Well, if he didn’t, the whole thing is a farce.But it's a nice farce.But it’s not always such a nice farce. Sometimes things go terribly wrong. Right. But don’t judge a religion by a few idiots who were not doing what they were supposed to do. Maybe it doesn’t really matter if there were miracles 2000 years ago for me to live a frum lifestyle, here, today. Then again, it's something I would have to face every day. Remember the part about it permeating every part of your life?? Right, so I would daven 3 times a day to a god who took us out of mitzrayim with all of these MIRACLES just because he felt like it, and now I must in turn be eternally grateful and committed to torah and mitzvos because of it. I guess I really do not know how to answer the question about how to make it palatable for me yet.I think I can answer the Whys pretty well as far as "why should one do this?" and "why is torah important?," in the general sense of why they would work for some pplI still cant bring the whole thing down to why should kazooey invest her life into something that may not be true. The only guarantee is that if I work hard enough to make it true for me, one day it will do me a lot of good, but only after the investment, no instant gratification here. Why not try to make YOGA or FONDUE PARTIES or SHREK 2 or GLADIOLAS fit me? Can’t answer that question either. At this point yoga and yiddishkeit seem to have the same relevance to my life, except that Yiddishkeit is something I have a background in.I think I'm stuck. A friend recently suggested the fact that I don’t want to believe. She may very well summarize the entire thing, but it’s hard to tell . I think it’s a bit deeper than distrust for authoritarian anything, although maybe that is a slice in the problem pie.I don’t think I know how to answer these questions. Any suggestions about how? I dont think I made any real progress. The only thing I'm telling myself right now is to stop being such a sissy and drop it all for once, to quit the hypocrisy because the only thing my brain is telling me is to make LIFE my own subjective mission and to leave the religion for people who want a prefab manual. I dont think there is a manual for the manual in this case.


I really enjoyed reading your letter. You have an honesty and clear way of thinking that is rare. And you are a critical thinker, which will take you a long way.

I don't think you are being fair to your parents in your analysis of their becoming frum. Most baale teshuva have similar stories of being in the right place at the right time and some vague thing happening to them that changes their entire perspective. And it's still happening. You would be surprised how many people are inspired by 770 and Crown Heights. I'm with you, I am baffled and I have no idea what it is, but there is something there that you don't find elsewhere. It depends how you approach it. Everyone wears their own glasses in Crown Heights. You see what you want to see - and it's all there! That's why I love the place (and can't wait to be back there for a visit in August), and that's why I hate it too...

Anyway, I think you need to become a Baal Teshuva on your own. What I mean is, you have to start owning your own Yiddishkeit, just like your parents did. Perhaps you respect them for what they did - they had the strength to pick themselves up and move into a whole new world. Maybe that's what you want to do. But what you don't realize is that it is Yiddishkeit that has given you the tools to do that. It is specifically Chabad that has pushed you to be real and true to yourself. I don't think giving it up is the answer.

And being on the edge of Chabad is infinitely different to being on the outside.

Can I ask you a question - and I hope you don't mind -
Are you angry at the Rebbe?
Rabbi Moss

No. I am not angry at the Rebbe and here is why: I will always respect the Rebbe for his humanity. If I -respected him solely for his intelligence, leadership or his revolutionary approach to the revitalization of Judaism, I might feel extreme anger towards him due to the many crippling problems Lubavitch faces on an ongoing basis. Since he represented the organization, the problems naturally are his responsibility; some would say. Many people have a sense of being 'let down' by the Rebbe. I see it from many adults who feel that either they did not receive as much individual attention as they would have liked; others feel frustration that the Rebbe did not give clear enough direction and therefore caused confusion after his death, (leading to the schism we now see). I always found the Rebbe to be a great person. A person of great sensitivity to other human beings, strength in his convictions and, humor. Maybe I never granted him that power in my life to be angry with him. I tend to feel most anger towards those who come in the name of the Rebbe and act in callous, stupid, or corrupted ways. I give the Rebbe a lot of credit for what he did do, not what he did not do. Going back to the issue of humanity: that is just it. I never saw the Rebbe as being more than human. I never felt any desire to put him on a pedestal, and I suppose I resent the attention given to the Rebbe that encompasses a lot of Lubavitch life. Mainly, because I find it boring and under stimulating. I don’t like celebrating Lubavitch yommim tovim, putting pictures on the wall etc... (I call it propaganda) I also privately celebrated the Rebbe's secular involvement. Understanding that he always was coming from a vantage point of total devotion towards yiddishkeit, I nevertheless felt that he was a lot more "with it" than was exposed to myself and friends growing up. Occasionally this was brought up, but what was okay for the Rebbe, was not necessarily okay for the rest of us. THAT made me angry. I understand most followers of the Rebbe understand that to follow the Rebbe means to do what the Rebbe wanted. To me, I always looked to the Rebbe as a trailblazer, and I looked to emulate him by trailblazing, myself. I suppose this is a pompous attitude, but I am not fooling myself: I know that the Rebbe was way more equipped to do this than I am. My mother was lucky enough to visit the Rebetzin twice. Most people do not talk about the Rebbetzin. When I was small, I grew up hearing the typical stories, but also stories from my mother that humanized the Rebbetzin as well: She loved classical music, she went to university studied Russian lit, that she wore bright red nail polish and veered away from the public eye. That she was very close to her sister and the books being stolen took a toll on her physically, that she kept Dobermans or some other form of guard dog. And, that the Rebbe was married to her. The Rebbe was married to a worldly, cultured woman, who happened to be the daughter of a Rebbe herself. Not too shabby coming from that angle either. That impressed me. That the Rebbe was married to her. And I am not writing her off as being some secular Jew. Maybe it’s just that she seemed to be able to have her cake and eat it too, if you will. Sometimes it seems like the way they lived was not the way they wanted the Chassidim to live. At least, that is the way it was interpreted in my Daled Amos. So, the answer is no. I am not angry at the Rebbe at all. His accomplishments are mind-boggling. I am a bit frustrated though, and perhaps jealous of their ability to own both worlds, and I wish that maybe I was raised in a world that was presented not in black and white but in a rainbow of grays.


Around Gimmel Tammuz, and also around Yud alef Nissan, I always think about just what you wrote: the Rebbe was human. I think that the greatest thing about the Rebbe was that he was a human being, of flesh and blood, who was born of a mother and father, went through childhood and adolescence, had a married life, struggled and worked hard on himself, got old, and even passed away.
This to me is what makes the Rebbe who he is - that he did what he did as a human being. I would not be impressed if a superhuman achieved so much. It is that a human like you and me did it - that is amazing.
That's why I have a picture of the Rebbe on my wall.

And the thing that impresses me about the Rebbe's originality was that he was a trailblazer and a wild thinker, but he was always operating within halocha and chassidishkeit. To be a rebel and anarchist is easy, but to be a rebel and a Rebbe - that is totally unique!
What comes first, emuna (faith) or building?

The typical answer is building. This is why you start the education of a child while the fetus is still in the womb: Even though it cannot comprehend anything. Naaseh Venishma (fig: doing a mitzva before understanding why you do it); that it is vital to create the environment that will make emuna (faith) come on its own.Some naturally have the emuna. even many unaffiliated people feel a pull to the spiritual and believe in G-d even though they do not practice anything.But I had the best building materials. I do believe that my parents and mechanchim (teachers) did everything they could to facilitate my emuna and yet I am lacking this faith. I also believe that I have done nearly everything I could to facillitate this. I did everything right, so why do I deserve to suffer with doubt? If you do everything right you should at least reap the benefits of knowing that it is true.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I finished writing that bit, but it did not look complete. So I spoke to some people who basically said, "emuna is a gift" what is THAT supposed to mean and how was that supposed to help? That if you dont have that gift, you just go on building your whole life? i think thats too much to ask.


Maybe you have to start believing that you believe...
I think that is the whole problem.


I have to start believing that I believe?!Do you really think that I am in denial? With the internship that i currently hold for the summer at jewish federation, I heard a talk given by a reform rabbi on intermarriage that I felt was entirely insulting. It took me a while to figure out exactly why I hated everything she had to say. Because either you except torah, or you dont, but how could you bend it into something else ? Reform and conservative judaism is ludicrous. I felt like shouting, dont call it religion. Call it a cultural movement, but dont call it truth.Anyway, I felt very very bothered by the ordeal. Obviously, they for some reason, find it necessary to connect to their jewishness, and they legitimize any approach... but anyone could tell that it didn’t posses much real meaning and judaism is much like a show and something to be amused by. I suppose that is why the intermarriage rates are so high, its because judaism really plays a very small part of their lives.Anyway, all of that is a side discussion. I really still do not think I believe. And there is nothing to be gained by that. I am not finding it liberating to disconnect myself in this way as far as commitment. I am really ready to do anything as long as its valid, but no matter what i say to myself to legitimize religion, i cannot find it godly but something creating by people. and the truths that exist in torah are the truths that exist everywhere, universal truths that are molded to fit the situation of the people grappling with them. have a great shabbos

Monday, May 08, 2006

Your mind is a very dangerous place

....Never enter it alone.
One of my best friends (who has known me since I have been four), noticed that I get depressed every summer. But I know it is not depression, or SAD (seasonal affective disorder), it is just boredom. I know this for a fact, because as soon as I have something to do, I am just dandy. DIGRESS: I will not go on a tirade about drug companies inventing disorders and deseases because I do not deny that the symptoms they describe are very real. Insomnia, mild depression, dry eyes and charley horse are all unpleasant. I will say though, that I believe drug companies have been so remarkably successful in reaching new patients is becuase everyone is so unbelievablly isolated in McSuburbia *or the American cultural characteristics of suburbia) that we all become pretty gullible--and worse, full of self doubt because we cannot compare our experiences to others. I am sure in the old days when people lived in neighborhoods and were forced into each other's business that these problems were addressed by a good heart to heart discussion. Like the wise old friend who tells you to just take a deep breath or go out, for once. What is missing today is a loss of validation. I often do not feel like I am doing everythng the right way, and at the right time and then am amazed how everyone else is struggling with the same crap I have to deal with and are managing in a comparatively mediocre way. Luckily, I live with other people who tell me to shut up, stop thinking and do something wonderful. I suppose for some people its easier to take a pill.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Invite your friend Monica....

I bought a set of starter harmonicas and I will learn to play them if it kills me. Last night I learned how to do blues trills and how to play "shanandoa" and "America the Beautiful." I keep trying to learn how to bend notes but I can only manage a faint attempt at the lowest hole--not enough.
...but I have faith.

My set comes with 7 Harmonicas in A, Bflat, C, D, E, F, and G. If you use a harmonica when you play the guitar, you play cross harp for harmony (for example, a song in D uses a harmonica in A). Its pretty straightforward. My harmonicas are German. They seemed to be the standard, most sturdy and economical choice. I did some comparative shopping and Hohner harmonicas are the most popular. They start out at a buck fifty and go into the hundreds for a full orchestral one.

There are a ton of great sites for the harmonica enthusist:
Jack's Harmonica Page
Harmonica-Lessons.co.uk - free Harmonica Lessons Online
HohnerUSA.com - making quality instruments since 1857

My parents always stay away from German made cars. They call them Nazi Boxes. But if Hitler had painted pictures, and the townsfolk and village people of Hoffinpuff and Glackenbroom had perfected their harmonica and other wind instruments, maybe the holocaust could have been avoided.

Faith.
Getting back to the issue of faith, I always claim that I don't have any, and it's true, I would rather believe in what I know.
Lately, though, I have found that I do believe in some things. (Like my eventual mastery of the harmonica). I think that I have faith (with a lower case 'f") and generally believe in a lower case god. He's there, he's just away from his desk. I can leave him post-it notes and messages on his machine. I have figured out that he cares very little that I believe in him, but its important to me that I believe a bit, so I do, and I think that's the way he wants it. I think he gets grossed out when people get all into him.

Friday, May 05, 2006

Adventures in the kitchen

Question: What to do with about 15 pears and 12 tomatoes?

Answer: Look for a recipe on the internet and pray.

I acctually made a tomato/pear jam.
Horrible.
do not trust the internet for all recipes. Acctually, my mom has a thing she likes to say about cooking and thats USE GOOD INGREDIENTS.I didnt have that luxury--and hence, I went with the jam. I was desperate. I had two dozen fruit that were in danger of become compost faster than you can say 'photosynthesis'.aside from stirring a bubbling, thick and highly dangerous concoction for 1 and 1/2 hours (are we there yet? I'm bored)--All that trouble yeilded about a pint. The modern woman is liberated not because of universal sufferage or access to education, noooooooo, its because anyone can readily buy smuckers strawbery jam from a neighborhood grocery. In case you were wondering...It tastes like apple butter, and I like apple butter. The trouble is, knowing that its NOT apple butter, but tomatoes (you come accross the seeds) and pears (which dissolved into ???).makes you want to hurl something somewhere.
So far, people have tried it. No one said wow.
I am thinking of putting it on chicken, after all, chicken is just chicken and everything tastes good on chicken, right???

Update:
Tastes wonderful on chicken.
I put chicken on a bed of chopped parsnips amd stuck the tomato pear stuff on top. It is truly wonderful.

Moral of the story: Sometimes you have to take risks.

Keanahora is a great word. It is derived from the Jewish expression Kein Ain Horah, which loosely translates as "Without the Evil Eye" People often say it when they say something nice, like, "I have great kids,, the doctor in Miami, the rabbi in NY and my married daughter the babymachine, kaynehorah." I do not use the expression, except when I would offend someone by omitting it. I am not superstitious, and plus I think it has Islamic or other roots. When I was in Turkey, everyone had these ceramic eyeballs to protect them from the evil eye. They are called Nazar Bonjuk and they come in all sorts of sizes. In any event, I must return to why I chose this expression for my site. 'Kaenahora" looks cool, okay? It looks like an Indian Goddess Princess Name, or a designer-urban-chic clothing line. Plus, its origin is Yiddish. What could be more fun?? I was dying to use it for something, and since I do not plan on opening a business anytime soon, what could be better than Christianing my blog kaenahora?? (sorry for the sacrilegious element there) which is a nice segway for my aunt and uncle's sacreligious lamb they had at their Seder this year, but I think that is for another time. Adios.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Ta Da! Welcome Welcome

It happens to the best of us, eventually, we succumb to the infinite (but yet, oh so finite) world of blogging: I never thought it would happen, just as I thought I would never have a cellphone, or become an adult, or whatever... Its just that blogging, is just so well...Indulgent? Excuse me, but as I initiate this I must protest the whole shebang. . I mean, I like the idea of writing a sort of diary, and receive feedback, sort of. But its just so SELF ABSORBED. I mean, I admit to staring at myself in the mirror, and thinking about my life constantly and all the other trimmings of being totally Wrapped Up with My Own Shenanigans, but this??? Its shocking. The funny thing too, is that I cannot remain truly anonymous because I want to share my indulgence with my friends, and yet, if everyone I know reads my stuff, I cannot say anything at all. So with this I jump into the wide wide web of blogland, and hope and pray it will bring me closer to self acctualization, joy and all of the other things which I am currently forgetting. There are obviously groundrules, unspoken things about blogging that people take for granted: You have to have a bit of spare time on your hands or, that you are a night owl. But for me, this is just an interlude...i have a break between semesters...and so I embark(as you can tell, i havent figured out how to make short, easy to read paragraphs....but I will learn) Have a wonderful night