Monday, November 14, 2011

Egged Can Prevent Nuclear War

A sincere appeal from a citizen of the world to the Egged Bus Company, to allow us to pay for our fares online in an effort to prevent nuclear holocaust.
There is a simple way to make this easier.

It was just this morning when I received an email from the student union at Hebrew University, with a tip for students about how to pay for their bus fares using the new "Rav-Kav" cards.  It said that students who have not bought a monthly or yearly bus pass are entitled to a 33% discount when buying a "kartisiya" (a multiple ride ticket).  It said that instead of paying the normal 51.20 NIS for ten rides, students could pay 64 NIS for 15 rides.

I did the math, and realized it didn't quite add up.  A 33% discount would be 51.45 NIS or so for 15 rides. So I decided to look at the Egged website to see what it had to say.

Indeed, the egged website does say that students (who have not bought monthly or yearly passes) are entitled to buy kartisiyot at a 33% discount.  Unfortunately, the site doesn't calculate out what that discount comes to, or how to get that discount.

I tried to imagine what it would look like when I tried to realize this discount whilst buying my kartisiya, because of course the only way to pay for a kartisiya is by paying the driver in person, and of course, the drivers know nothing about this student discount.

The scene would look like this:  I would make my way through the horde of people trying to get up to the bus. When I finally reach (or am generally shoved to) the front, I would pull out my Rav-Kav card.  I would tell the driver that I'm a student, and pull out my student ID.  I would say that I want the 33% discount, to which the driver would say "ma pitom?"  I would produce a print-out from the egged website where it says that students get the 33% discount.  I would then pull out a calculator to show the driver what I ought to pay.

The driver would then adamantly refuse to give me the discount.  The crowd behind me would start yelling at me to just pay.  The driver would start yelling, the crowd would swell, and all hell would break loose.

Someone would get pushed.  Someone would throw a punch.  Someone would pull out a gun.  Someone would get shot.  20% chance that a Jew would kill an Arab in the confusion.  The third Intifada would start.  Iran would attack Israel.  Israel would counter-attack Iran.  The US would attack China.  There would be an alignment of allies on both sides, and nuclear war would break out, resulting in a nuclear holocaust.

Basically, what I'm saying is, for the love of Gd, and the world as we know it, Egged, please, let us simply pay for our bus fare on the internet.  It would cost almost nothing to set up this system.  And it might just save the world from an avoidable catastrophe.

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

A Holocaust Victim's Recipe

It isn’t often that I find myself moved to tears as a result of reading an academic article.  But the other day on the bus, reading on my way to Hebrew U, I had some trouble composing myself.


I’m taking a class on Jews and food.  And at our class meeting, we were to discuss some articles on the Holocaust.   Jews who were packed into Terezin—the concentration camp near Prague—put together a cookbook of recipes they remembered from before they were incarcerated in unspeakable conditions, for most of them as a stop on their way to death by hunger, disease or gas chambers. 



A woman named Mina Pachter entrusted the cookbook to a friend just before she died of starvation, and instructed him to deliver the book to her daughter.   The man survived, and after several decades, Mina’s daughter Anna received the book.


The book is a full of fantasies.  It is the written version of an activity that starving women in Terezin would take part in, in which they would imagine, if they could have any food in the entire world, what would it be? And it turns out to be foods full of sugar and butter and memories of a recent past in which they lived the lives of normal human beings.


The article I read included a recipe from Mina Pachter for caramels:


Brown [caramelize] 30 decagrams sugar without water.  Pour in 1/3 liter coffee extract [very strong coffee], 1/8 liter cream and bring it to a boil.  Add 8 decagrams tea butter [best quality butter] and cook until the mixture is thick.  Pour boiling into a buttered candy pan.  With the back of a knife divide it before it completely cools.  Then break it into cubes and wrap in parchment and also pink paper.

And then it occurred to me, that I was sitting on a bus in Jerusalem, on my way to class at a university of the state of Israel, peering into the imagination of a starving, dying woman, who maybe imagined a place in which Jews took charge of their own destiny, or at least could make some candy for the daughter she never saw again.   

Monday, August 23, 2010

Honking fines for a more perfect Jerusalem

Every once in a while, it's fair to dream about a more perfect city. I dreamed of a quiet, clean, friendly version of Jerusalem today as I walked down King David street during rush hour.  Rush hour turns King David Street into an inescapable mess for cars.  But the drivers seem to think that constant honking will somehow make the traffic move.  Here are some ideas I had about how to improve this situation

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Step 1.
Institute a fine for honking.  This will instantly make life better for everyone except taxi drivers (sorry people, but you are either part of the problem or part of the solution). The money collected from this (a lot!) will be used to...

Step 2. 
Hire the team of researchers that worked to improve New York city Traffic patterns. Now that Jerusalem is quieter and less traffic-filled, more tourists will come to Jerusalem.  Taxes collected from the money they spend on hotels will be used to....

Step 3.
Hire more traffic cops who will fine cars for reckless driving.  The money collected from this will be used to...

Step 4.
Fund a public relations campaign to get people to stop littering.  The increased number of traffic cops will also fine people for littering.  The money from this will be used to...

Step 5.
Build more green spaces in Jerusalem, and create a pilot program to green the city.

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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Can we order a few of these for Israel?

World's deepest trash can

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Apartment for rent

Beautiful 3 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom, brand new apartment for rent in
Central Jerusalem. Central AC, Parking space, Balcony, elevator.

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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

How Israel Became Passé

Can’t we think about a better way for Jews to relate to Israel than the superficial exercises funded by the established Israel advocacy organizations? Read more...

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Monday, December 07, 2009

Jerusalem Couch Theater: UP

Up is a movie about an old balloon salesman, Carl, who in the waning years of his life, pursues his childhood dream to travel to Paradise Falls—a waterfall-adorned Shangri-la in south America. 

This is a beautifully animated film, with lush imagery, a touching score, and a fair sampling of the charming characters and scenarios that we expect from a Pixar film.

But what might have been an easy to digest story about the interaction between a grumpy old man and an ardent child, turns out to be a sobering account of lost relationships, loneliness, and disillusionment.

We meet Carl as a child, when he finds the love of his life, Ellie.  Ellie reveals her dream to fly away to Paradise Falls, an ambition that Carl adopts as his own.

The film quickly brings us to an older and lonelier Carl, left with nothing but his house, his memories, and photographs of his late wife.  When real estate developers buy the neighborhood around his house, Carl is forced to leave his beloved home.  But just before Carl is taken away to a retirement village, he releases an immense bouquet of balloons from his chimney, lifting the house off its property and sending the old man towards Paradise Falls.  Carl doesn’t realize that Russell, the enthusiastic wilderness scout, has come along for the ride.  After a scene lifted from The Wizard of Oz, the house floats down to an area within a few days hiking distance from his long-held destination.

Carl is burdened by the memory of his wife and their shared, unfulfilled wish to travel to the remote waterfall in South America.  The film depicts this with Carl physically pulling his hovering, but slowly sinking house through the jungle. 

The wilderness near Paradise Falls turns out to be an unpleasant labyrinth where Carl crosses paths with another dream seeker named Charles Muntz.  Muntz was long ago discredited for claiming to find a rare bird in Paradise Falls.  But Muntz vows to find the creature alive, and bring it back to civilization.  In pursuit of his goal, Muntz loses all ties with human beings, interacting only with his technologically enhanced pack of dogs. 

Separate paths bring these two dreamers to Paradise falls.  While Carl chooses a mundane life of joys and hardships shared with his love, Ellie, setting aside his dream for another day, Muntz spends his lifetime chasing after an elusive bird, leaving him without love, success, or happiness. 

I was partially disappointed when I saw UP, because when I rented the film, I was in the mood to watch something fun.  And while the film has its share of witty imagery and glee, UP is essentially a character study of an old man dealing with loss.  It depicts his struggle in choosing between turning inward, and allowing himself to connect to others.

But UP also tells us something important about the nature of pursuing dreams.  It distills the value of adventures, stripping them of the scenery and circumstance that we imagine will fulfill our deepest wants.  The real worth of these adventures is measured by the experience we share with people we love, no matter the setting.

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

American Olim will have to pay $750 a year for living in Israel?

I don't know much about this, I only saw this email from AACI.  If anyone has any other info, please share:
 
AACI has learned that the new Health Care Reform Bill as proposed by the US Senate contains a $750 per year Excise Tax per person for all US Citizens living outside the US.

The proposed law requires all US citizens regardless of country of residence to buy into one of the proposed US insurance plans or pay $750 per person per year Health Insurance Excise Tax. 

The proposed US insurance plans will not cover medical expenses outside the US. 
This will force us to pay for health insurance we cannot use.

A similar Health Care Bill has already been passed by the US House of Representatives.  However, in that bill, all US citizens residing abroad are exempt from the Excise Tax.  Unless we are exempted by both the House bill and the Senate bill, we could be taxed when the two bills are merged.

The Senate is currently debating its bill and is close to bringing to that bill to a vote.  We need to urge our Senators to exempt us from the Excise Tax in their bill.

AND we need to act NOW!

Click here for a sample letter which you can personalize. 
 
To register your opposition, you must FAX your objections whether using the attached letter or one of your own making.  Emailing does not have the same impact.  When you FAX a letter, the letter is immediately seen and counted.  Be sure to sign it and give your Israeli Address.  This validates the FAX.

To help you, AACI is providing you with a link to the names and fax numbers of every US Senator.

AACI urges every US citizen to contact their two US Senators and voice their opposition to this Excise Tax for US citizens residing abroad.

We can make our voices heard!

Click here for address information on your representative.

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Who is rich? One happy with his lot --Avot 4:1

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Thursday, April 27, 2006

This Night


Why is this night different from all other nights?

The other day, I heard someone give her answer to that question.

Why is this night different from all other nights?
"It isn't" she said with a one sided smile. "Its the same drawn out thing every year."

Well that’s too bad I suppose. Why should this night be different? It doesn't become different on its own. It becomes different because all the days of the year need to be spent looking for how to change that night; how to change the world and ourselves. It needs to be different because our tomorrows need to be a step up from yesterday.

Some times changes come from G-d, and sometimes we need to reach upward and outward to make the changes that G-d wants us to make in this world.

So why is this night different from all other nights? Because we make it that way; we have grown in our freedom to understand our relationship with G-d, to understand the freedom that comes through serving Him, to understand the responsibility that comes with freedom.

So Pesach has come and gone. Perhaps this year was different than the last, perhaps it turned out to be like every other Pesach night that came before it. Certainly in either case we should change ourselves so that next Pesach we will be able to answer that question. Wouldn't it be great to say, this night is different from all other nights because I spent the time
that it took to self reflect, to learn, to improve the world; to say tonight is different because I can look back and remember that the reason that I had the ability to do these great things was because G-d gave us the freedom to choose to do so?

Monday, March 13, 2006

Homeless

So today I lost the lottery. The housing lottery. No housing for me on campus. I hope to live at the Chabad house!

The theme for housing selection at Brandeis this year was "There's No Place Like Home". There sure isn't for me.

This was the original logo.