Shavuah Tov and HOW TO CONTROL YOUR BLOG ADDICTION
Despite forecasts of rain, Shabbat proved to be absolutely lovely. In fact, I read a wonderful book that I highly recommend (tho' i've been told it's quite popular) called The Queen's Fool by Philippa Gregory. Reminds me vaguely of Noah Gordon's "The Last Jew" It's about a Murrano girl living in the England as a court jester blessed with the gift of Sight. In this world of mixed-up morals and confusing inclinations it's a refreshing read... as issues of identity are always prevalent.
Lee and I went for a lovely Shabbos afternoon stroll. My skin has been craving the sun all winter (for us olive tones it is fundamental to our health), finally, today the warm sun beamed down on us... I cannot help but wonder what the sun in Spain will feel like... We walked to the Museum and watched the local children play in the fountain. I was so tempted to lose myself in the raining waters (and I would have if not for my ridiculous shoes and clothes) the kids giggling, screaming and splashing with such abandon... truly we must never lose our childish innocence, 'tis the most tragic when we do, and perhaps the life-long aim to return to that state....(it was precisely from such reasoning that I was almost arrested in Rome when i chose to 'fall in' to the fountain in front of the former royal residence...hey, it was 114 degrees! :)
Enough of my philosophical mood- i reserve that for other blogs (of which i must say i was disappointed with the lack of response). This week I almost thought that I was sufferring from a blog addiction, indeed perhaps dearest friend Lee is right, and it all passes like a spring cloud, and like most afflictions whisps away... Still, blog addiction is rampant- here are the telling signs:
1. you check your blog and others more than four-five times a day
2. your fellow addict text messages you when you or some other blog receives new posts
3. you spend your Shabbos wondering who will respond and who will write :)
4. you discuss your blog and related topics on Shabbos
5. you debate whats written on blogs
Don't worry there's hope...what's the healing process, you ask??
1. admit you have a problem
2. plan a life without a blog
3. set a time to abort your blog (hmmm, prior to trip, post trip?)
Now for the funny excerpt of the week- here's a clip from Moo's Camp Emunah BJJ Teen Camp form (atrocious grammar- I am appalled- but here's the best of it)
Rule #6: "Shorts are not permitted in this camp at ANY time!! (including for sleepwear or at the pool.) For those needing it, camp will proved shorts at the pool, there will be a rental charge which will be returned to the camper when the shorts are returned!"
So i am compelled to ask... who do you think needs the shorts? :)
Lee and I went for a lovely Shabbos afternoon stroll. My skin has been craving the sun all winter (for us olive tones it is fundamental to our health), finally, today the warm sun beamed down on us... I cannot help but wonder what the sun in Spain will feel like... We walked to the Museum and watched the local children play in the fountain. I was so tempted to lose myself in the raining waters (and I would have if not for my ridiculous shoes and clothes) the kids giggling, screaming and splashing with such abandon... truly we must never lose our childish innocence, 'tis the most tragic when we do, and perhaps the life-long aim to return to that state....(it was precisely from such reasoning that I was almost arrested in Rome when i chose to 'fall in' to the fountain in front of the former royal residence...hey, it was 114 degrees! :)
Enough of my philosophical mood- i reserve that for other blogs (of which i must say i was disappointed with the lack of response). This week I almost thought that I was sufferring from a blog addiction, indeed perhaps dearest friend Lee is right, and it all passes like a spring cloud, and like most afflictions whisps away... Still, blog addiction is rampant- here are the telling signs:
1. you check your blog and others more than four-five times a day
2. your fellow addict text messages you when you or some other blog receives new posts
3. you spend your Shabbos wondering who will respond and who will write :)
4. you discuss your blog and related topics on Shabbos
5. you debate whats written on blogs
Don't worry there's hope...what's the healing process, you ask??
1. admit you have a problem
2. plan a life without a blog
3. set a time to abort your blog (hmmm, prior to trip, post trip?)
Now for the funny excerpt of the week- here's a clip from Moo's Camp Emunah BJJ Teen Camp form (atrocious grammar- I am appalled- but here's the best of it)
Rule #6: "Shorts are not permitted in this camp at ANY time!! (including for sleepwear or at the pool.) For those needing it, camp will proved shorts at the pool, there will be a rental charge which will be returned to the camper when the shorts are returned!"
So i am compelled to ask... who do you think needs the shorts? :)
Right, I head to Greenwich now on the midnight train (unfortunately not to Georgia [tho' i'd love to visit Rose]) to bake Aleph Beis cookies for graduation tomorrow...
bella... bella...benne notte
:)
posted by HindiK at 10:36 PM
20 Comments:
Do you have an abortions scheduled?
hind...i read that book it was awesome. have not slept all night and am bouncing off the walls in the tachana. gotta go catch a bus to kiryat. will write more later.
ricky
ps: was it me who texted? lol.
hindy,
i deserve some credit here. for a hunchback with the face of a phantom, who is five years old, and deserves a slap in the face, ive made you pretty popular old girl havent i? p.s. when can i be admitted to the circle of love huh?:):):) (lea, im smiling at you!! why is that feminine?:) oh, and thats what you get for wearing braids, may they be banned from society for all eternity.
reading a book like that should make you wonder what spain's blood soaked ground will feel like, not her glorious sun. and it isnt just spain, the entire europe is drenched with our blood, my ancestors, and yours. todays politics may have improved, and the social climate warmed a bit, but dont be fooled, they all harbour a terrible hate towards you. remember that in your travels and keep safe. ok, and have fun too.
hello anon... you still there?
i have just logged on at my work place in Greenwich, CT as i am in the midst of pulling an all-nighter for work tomorrow.
am running off, but seeing as you are online currently.. good luck with grad. work, headed that way myself, definitely no abortions yet! and nd and i can definitely relate. will talk later...
with love, Anon. with a capital A (must stop referring to other blogs over here. that shoulda been on your list dear:)
thanks... i'm now definitely eagerly awaiting seeing you once again:)
disappointed in lack of response? give it a few hours dear. have something for you actually, though it'll go up later. MUST get away. how transparent is nd with star wars references? poor girl is desperately trying to gain fellow addicts, so far she's only been lucky with my brother moishe. did you receive my email btw?
I have to side with [lowercase] anon...
Not to dampen your trip or anything, but my firs interest would be to relive the jewish experience in Europe. While beaches and buildings may be fun, concentration camps and memorials are obligatory. We can't go running around Europe like we're wanted there. Europe hates us, and I hate Europe!!!!
Who is this?
it can't be sari...brother moshe? peretz if this is you...run peretz run...
I spent time in Europe, and let me tell you, to hell with that continent!
i am so confused at this momment
that as i am cutting up kiwis and watermelon i wonder if you must be rolling in mockery of me :) simply because i am either totally oblivious to the obvious...
In conclusion:
Sar (because i deduce it must be Sari) i did not receive your email (can it then be Sari?) I like visiting old Jewish sites in Europe. And yes, abortions time has been set.
Most random evening tonight- on train to NYC met my cleaning lady and her boyfriend 1ooooo/150000 probability, met random Chabad housee hoppers on 34 St., fell in Grand Central, sufferred bag seizures on train, made train at 12:45am, took taxi, picked up car, drove to 4 supermarkets on no gas looking for watermelon (found place to steal one...who leaves watermelons outside??) and am now baking/burninng cookies... eventual eve...best and only way to truly live life is to live it dramatically, intensely (one must be circular as you never know where you'll go) which often implies slightly insanely... :)
HI HINDY! so happy to be here posting and all...i'm not concerned about your blogging state- it's fun. like a journal/email account with live feed. anyhow, have a great time in europa- live, love, drink (it's like the beer napa of the world you realize) and uhhh remember us island ppl.? or, i guess, her island person. i'm out thursday. and did i mention i hate flying cockroaches?
wishing you well-
(try baby kiwis if you get the chance)
will call. bye.
When's the abortion scheduled?
hindy-you make me laugh. why can i picture the scene at the train station? lol
nopsey daisies-
will be home till June 21st
Yuda's Bar Mitzvah is June 20th and I refuse to miss my BF's big day... :) ozzies dear?
found your blog through a frend. your are realy asome girl. keep it coming!!!!!!!!!!
trip concludes july 31st... or perchance we will just shack up in Biartiz, Ez, Praha or Galoway...
:)
and with whom will you shack up? he he.
:) ha ha!
as goes with the nature of a prudish wild child: wherever brain is disabled and my heart so fancy- Rose, i and our Sevillian husky in Dublin-
redirecting addresses with be posted :) fear not lee- i will you you my library of obscure, irrelevant and wholly wonderful books...unless you choose to join the Summer Faery celebration yourself?
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