Tuesday, July 07, 2009

The State of the American Family


Something wrong with the state of affairs this picture represents?

Man in store..
Here's my box of cereal

cashier..
My favorite cereal as well.
Are you a bachelor?

Man in store..
nope...got a wife and 2 kids...

cashier..
ahhh so why don't you get the family box..?
don't you think the wife and kids..are entitled to an inch and a half of cereal?

Man in store..
hmmm oh alright...
but not an inch more!



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Thursday, July 02, 2009

New Song - LaBoker

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Truth Behind Dinosaurs

It's kind of funny how certain segments of out community starts sweating and twitching when the topic of dinosaurs comes up.
Ultimately they end up denying that dinosaurs ever existed and explain away dinosaur bones as having been planted by either scientists or G-d to test us...

Well I have a new theory.

After observing a construction site for a few days near my house, and watching these hulking construction vehicles rumbling around I'm convinced that dinosaurs were ancient construction vehicles!

Just look at these pictures...
I mean..if in a million years from now someone digs these things out of a mountain, I'm sure they'll be convinced that they're the remains of some extinct horrible creatures. And then the CGI graphic artists will gleefully fill out what the body must have looked like. Small red eyes and a frightful snare...






Still not convinced?
:-)




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Friday, June 12, 2009

overheard on a rainy day



New York street..rainy day

excuse me...sir..I bought this umbrella from you..
and somethings terribly wrong
I bought it...2 weeks ago..
and it still
......works

I'd like my money back!




Very strange, whenever it starts to rain in the city, umbrella vendors start magically appearing all over the streets..as if from thin air.
Well the other day, just as it started to drizzle I decided to look closely and get to the bottom of this strange phenomena.
Do you remember those Fisher Price pop up farm toys (see picture below). Thats exactly what happens!
As soon as it starts to rain selected sidewalk squares flip over very fast and voila, there's your umbrella vendor.
Amazing

Sunday, June 07, 2009

The Death of Newspapers

Much has been said and written in recent months about the inevitable death of the newspaper.
A few high profile closings seem to be a harbinger of things to come.
There are those that might argue that it's no great loss. What's the difference if you get news online or if you read it in a traditional newspaper?

A few months ago I bought a newspaper on ebay from 1737. I received it in the mail and immediately started pouring over its contents. It was remarkably durable for its age and it took some time getting used to the olde englifh of the day. But once I got the hang of it I was glued to that thing until I read the whole thing cover to cover.
It was a London magazine called Gentleman's Magazine and just holding it, feeling the texture and the old scent always gives me a strange kind of thrill. To me it froze a day in time and preserved for me in 2009. Even more than a video clip or photograph from 1737 this gives me a far clearer image of life in those days. But it wasn't just the main contents and news. That I could read in a history book. It was all the side things, the small items printed here and there. Fascinating letters to the editor, poems and riddles sent in by readers, a weekly account of Hif Majeftys comingf and goingf as well as advertisements.
Imagine if historical pictures were all touched up so that only the intended subject were included and the backgrounds cropped out. All those street scenes in a Roman Vishniac black and white portrait of Krakow. The background buildings, signs, passersby and street scenes are perhaps more telling than the subject matter at the forefront.

Here's an example of of one item in the newspaper that is just astounding to 21st century eyes.



It is a run down of deaths in the city of London for the month of December 21 to Jan 25.
Of the 2,296 that dies 796 were under the age of 2 and 213 between 2 and 5!
Only 210 died past 70.
No this isn't a news story, just dry facts on page 62. It's the the street scene of a day in the life....
This is why the death of the Newspaper would be tragic.
Nothing preserves a day in time like the whole of the items that make it to print.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

graveyard village

I drive through town..observantly..
as if passing through a cemetery..
noting the cruel irony..
inherent in the names I see...
how cruel to remove completely..
and then rename
the new flame..
with the same..
so..I drive past..and offer a silent prayer..
rest in peace...
rest in peace..
those that are no longer..
rest in peace..whispering pines..
and white oaks...
and red ones too..
pine rivers..and
brook hills...

and then I come across one called..
New Cedar...as if..
looking sheepishly..the developer..
says ...well....
dont be perturbed by the loss of 100s of cedars..
these..are new cedars..you see...
yes these shimmering vinyl hideous things..

rest in peace...


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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

New Song - Brach Dodi


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Here is a very moving Tefillah that can be found in the Pesach Machzor right before Shacharis Shemoneh Esreh of Shabbos Chol Hamoed...

Sunday, May 10, 2009

low self esteem




he was walking in the forest...

...alone

when a tree suddenly fell
...........right in front of him



it didnt make a sound


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Friday, May 08, 2009

Song - Mi Bun Siach


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Composed for my sisters wedding a few years ago...

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

finding stuff


Its funny how..
kids...know
Just where to look..
as if pushed by
instinctive forces..
When the time comes..
When the flutter..
of approaching birds..
and the buzzing of bees
unseen...
And..its funny..
How parents..somehow..
just "hide" stuff...
In those spots..
In drawers..and..
on top of armoires..
Those very same spots..
their parents before them..
Hid stuff..
for them to find..
...when it was their time..
Like some kind of..
inter-generational...
...........drop point






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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

hiding


sorry all....
I've been hiding out in my bunker for the last week or so terrified of pirates.. attacking presidential airplanes...
and now...SWINE FLU!
just when I thought it was safe to come out...
swine flu
swine flu
swine flu
swine flu
Then MK Yakov LItzman from UTJ in Israel took offense to having it called swine flu..because..swine is offensive to Jews..
I'm not making this up...
So I called him up and suggested "yenne machle" (that disease..) but apparently..that name is already taken...

I almost forgot to mention as I'm sure most of you have noticed by now the Great Falls of Paterson New Jersey have become a National Park.
I read this and it brought me back to a wonderful spring afternoon in 2000. I was driving down the Garden State Parkway and the kids were getting unruly in the back and I suddenly remembered reading somewhere about this interesting historical area in Paterson NJ. So I took the exit and found my way to grimy downtown Paterson. We got out of the car and were stunned to find ourselves overlooking a huge waterfall of almost Niagara proportions (especially after a good rainstorm) smack in middle of a Paterson street. I thought I was dreaming..but these things do tend to happen to me (a few weeks ago I woke up shabbos afternoon to find the serengeti in my basement).
In my mind I could already hear James Earl Jones Imax voice intoning "it was a beautiful spring afternoon in 2000 when David Lake followed the spirit of the great falls...and discovered one of natures hidden gems..."
Well I got home and did some research and it seems..other people know about them as well. And just last mnth Obama declared the area a National Park.
For history buffs, the area is full of early American history and for those that love the exhilaration of lots of rushing, tumbling water and mist in your face..its worth a visit, it's 5 minutes off the GSP.






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Tuesday, April 21, 2009

new song - Lo Omus


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These words are so powerful..
It speaks of the human spirit..
to somehow..ignore..our ultimate destiny
and embrace the present
and life...
and attach ourselves..to something eternal...
in a very brief existence..

I will not die...but live...

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

elusive song


There is a song..
A deeply beautiful beautiful song
Somewhere..in the back pages..
Of the Hagaddah..
After Chad Gadya..
Where the eyes are heavy.
.and the spirit is soaring
I never seem to find it..
Always on its coattails..
as I thumb through the pages..
past midnight..
past that mysterious time..
when we slip from the past..
into the future..
and..eliyahu has already gone..
and we sing strangely mysterious songs…
and theres that one elusive song…
I strangely recall..but
Can never seem to find…
Before I pass into sweet slumber..
the words...sliding off my lips..






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Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Here comes the sun

why do I have this nagging uneasy feeling
that I'll wake up tomorrow morning..
and it won't be Pesach..
..instead I'll be 60 years old
looking up toward the sun
wondering incredulously..
.......wasn't it just yesterday?



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Monday, April 06, 2009

Seder Connections


My Father..sitting on my right..
My Grandfather on his right..
My son on my left..
Why is this night different?

My sons son is on his left
My grandfathers father on his right
And his father next to him


Connected through the ages, the years
floating above our doubts our smallness our fears
Drawing life from the past
Drawing strength from the future

Sandwiched between the light
Of The Exodus
Sinai on one side
And the light of the end of days
The world of perfection
On the other..

We , in the night
Have nothing but faith..
We, the sufferers
Consequence of fate
Spinning in a spiritual void
We suck from the vein..that passes through
This night
Hoping for a small glimpse of light
But
Perhaps these lights are drawing their power
Forging their connection
From us,
From our imperfection
who knows?

And so we sing...
And so we sit like kings
Eating bitter herbs

Saving one matzah for midnight
One memory of this moment
Of faith
Of tears
Of this special blind love
To our love..above
And hide it away
And pray...
That it isn’t stolen away
......by our children

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

dusty tomes


Dusty seforim..revisited..
Fanning through slightly..
Yellowed pages...
Hallowed letters..
Old notes...flutter to the floor..
I stand on the stool and sigh..
As my eyes scan....scrawled letters..
Who wrote these?
Who once dreamt of knowing all this?
Whose heart once warmed..
At the thought of long winter nights..
Early mornings..
Of knowing...and accomplishing..
Now...im choking...in a cloud of dust..
Of vast knowledge..
Surrounding me
Transparently..
Choking me..mocking me..with its sheer futility
Tomes...suddenly heavy in my hands..
Tombs..of pages and words.....
And yet...the dreams...
Those same dreams..still..warm my heart..
Still lighten the load...
Because..after all..
Apparently...it was I..
And tomorrow is still there..
..forever there
well...
not exactly forever..
but..

sigh


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Friday, March 27, 2009

English Song - One by One


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Kinda floating this one out there..
I have absolutely no experience in arranging and mixing..and I think it shows..but that wont stop me..
:-)

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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

marching to their own beat




life is so full...
...full of beauty
beautiful surprises
the waves..the tunes..
the notes...that sneak up on you..
when you least expect it...
a parade...
...a guitar in a subway hall
a smile...
a message on the wall...
reads: Be Kind..It comes back - I Promise...
that's what it said..
I Promise..
sometimes...what you need to read
just seems to be there...
..where you least expect it..
notes..on paper...
floating on the invisible waves
just open your ears...
..and eyes
you'll be better off..
I Promise..

pictures taken last week in NY

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Hiding behind "us"



I’d like to elaborate on one point from my 2 postcards post.

Roughly 100 years ago an English scientist named Francis Galton was walking through a country fair.
As he walked through the exhibition that day, Galton came across a weight-judging competition. A fat ox hade been selected and placed on display, and members of a agathering crowd were lining up to place wagers on the weight of the ox. (Or rather, they were placing wagers on what the weight of the ox would be after it had been slaughtered and dresssed.) For sixpence, you could buy a stamped and numbered ticket, where you filled in your name and your estimate. The best guesses would receive prizes.
Eight hundred people tried their luck. They were diverse people. Many of them were butchers and farmers, who were presumably expert at judging the weight of livestock, but there were also quite a few people who had, as it were, no insider knowledge of cattle.
The closest estimate was way off but Galton was curious about something and so he asked the owner if he can have the the 800 filled out paper stubs and took them home to do some calculating. He was astonished to see that the average number of all 800 guesses was 1,197 pounds while the actual weight was 1,198!
To him it proved the strength of the wisdom of the crowd and countless books have been written on this subject since.

Whenever I hear the..”but look at all the chessed we do..” argument to counter a scandalous story in our community I’m reminded of this theory. That somehow we take comfort in the fact that as a group we somehow get it right. Its the “I” hiding behind the “us”.

Theres no question that there has always been a strong sense of communal and plural identity in Judaism. After all what other group has a concept of “areivim zeh lo’zeh”? We are all responsible for one another. That’s a fact.
But I sometimes feel that we’re sacrificing too much in the name if communal identity.
Chazal also tell us that we are obliged to think Beshivili Nivra Haolam..the world was created for me. So there is the need for a self centered world outlook as well. Difficult times in our history have forced us more to the instinctive huddle together posture but I think it comes at a heavy price.
It strips away the incredibly powerful personal relationship between man and Hashem.
It makes us curious about other peoples levels of frumkeit to the point of obsession.
If we see view our relationship with Hashem from a community viewpoint, then naturally when one sees hypocricy and bad behavior it weakens our own level of devotion often to the degree of causing one to drop out entirely. Which is absurd if you think about it.
When was the last time you heard an American say, “you know there are so many American rapists and murderers I’m opting out of the system..”? No one says that, because everyone is involved in their own pursuit of freedom, opportunity and the American dream regardless of what anyone else does.
Our culture needs to shift from “we” to “I”. It has to shift across the boards. The lyrics in our songs should be “Hashem I love you...” not “Hashem We love you..”. The goal should be personal Geulah which is solely in our hands and not mass Geulah (which we naturally have to daven for) which I find to be a bit of a cop out from our job at hand. The comfort of being part of an assembly line takes away from the feeling of being Hashems one and only child.

I’ll take this idea a step further...

The following paragraph sounds wild but it’s actually from the Sefer “Leshem Shevo VeAchlama” written by the Kabbalist Rav Shlomo Elyashiv.
The true essence of Hashem is impossible to comprehend nor approach.
Hashem is how we perceive him. Hashem is what he has chosen to reveal to us.
Through his attributes and actions. In other words Hashem for all practical purposes is what we perceive of him.
Each person perceives Hashem differently. Everyone is at their own level of understanding.
Therefore it can be said that every person has his or her own individual Hashem in a very real sense. He continues by saying that when someone prays and is not in touch with Hashem..does not relate to Hashem, is thinking about a an abstract idea of Hashem he is engaging in a form of idol worship.
That is not YOUR God.
Someone that mimics a person on a higher level than he is worshiping another God. Not the same God but with a different understand..but an entirely other God.

Now. Bear with me...
The world is a top down world. Everything emanates from and exists in Hashem. (see this post)
If everyone has their own personal Hashem then it must be that everyone has their own personal world.
The world as we know it is in essence billions of worlds overlapping. Just like on a computer network. Everyone exists on the same network and can communicate on any screen within the network each person still works on their own screen and exists in the network on their own personal computer.

So Beshvili Nivra Haolam is not some abstract Aggada but a very real reality.

It’s me and Hashem ...he is my world I am his world.

Everyone else? They’re just extras..props. Just like on a movie set theres the main actor and all the extras that surround him to support him (or in real life challenge him).
So who cares if all your extras are fakers and hypocrites? They're just there as your supporting cast!
If this is the case then the mitzvah of Judging people favorably takes on a new urgency. When you judge someone you are defining that person in your world!
Not only that but the way you judge others is how God sets the bar for your world when it comes time to reward or punish you.
If children are taught a more personal, responsible relationship with Hashem I think it will naturally illiminate many problems that are an offshoot of our uber-communalism.



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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Yankel finds a Shidduch!

From old blog..



Sometimes a joke can be so on the mark and such a reflection of truth that it straddles the fence between joke and parable.

There was once a older bochur in Vilna, we’ll call him Yankel. Like most Yeshiva bochurim 100 years ago he had a very hard time with a Shidduch. No girl wanted to marry a boy sitting and learning, so most boys in yeshiva ended up single into their 30s.

Back to Yankel...
He was sitting and learning in Shul by himself one morning when the door creaks open and in shuffles the local Shadchan Beryk. Beryk sits down next to Yantchie and with a glint in his eye, bellows out the often heard and caricatured line...”Yankel, have I got a shidduch for you.”

Yankel wearily turns to Beryk and fully expecting to hear of another blind, elderly or intern prospect mutters ..”nu..”

Beryk pauses for dramatic effect and replies “Anastasia, the Czars daughter”.

Yankel grabs Beryks lapel an shouts timidly, “have you come here to torment me?”
“Leave me alone..please. I’m really not in the joking mood..”

Beryk turns to him in all seriousness and sounding a bit hurt says “I’m not joking Yankel”.
“I’ve been thinking about this for awhile and it’s perfect.”

“But she’s not even Jewish”, an exasperated Yankel spit out.
“Ahhh I know..but I know through back channels that she has a strong affinity to Judaism and she would be willing to convert.”
“And....”,he quickly added anticipating Yankels next question, “she is a champion of the poor and oppressed I think she’ll be able to relate to you perfectly, as a matter of fact I think she’ll be very attracted to you.”
Yankels face soften a bit, “I don’t know, it just sounds so crazy..”
Beryk moves in closer “I’ve never felt this strongly about a shidduch before..just imagine how happy you’ll be. Her teachers, her tutors, all that know her are crazy about her”.
Yankels face registered a flicker of excitement as he asked..”so nu...what are we waiting for?”

Beryk leaned back, stared ahead and whispered, “we just have to get the Czar to agree..”


I love this little tale.
I few weeks ago I was about to conclude a huge deal. In my mind it was perfect, I knew exactly what I was going to do with the money...and was on cloud 9. I had it all figured out. Well, except one thing, I didn’t get the “Czar” to agree.

How often do we feel like that? In reality we’re like poor Yankel, who is so not in control of his shidduch that’s it’s a joke.


I find that to be a humbling and comforting thought.



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Thursday, March 05, 2009

fast song....

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

desolation beauty



He walked the 3 deserted blocks to shul...
in the early ethereal light..
..his boots..slicing into the creamy powdery snow..
as it swirled around him...
...each breath cold and fresh...
eyes beholding a winter wonder desolation....
kids in second story windows in pjamas
a car slowed and offered a ride...
..he waved off the warm driver
bent over..struggling for control...
....briefly pitying him



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Thursday, February 26, 2009

new song

Monday, February 23, 2009

2 postcards



I’ve done a fair amount of travelling during my life. I’ve been to some beautiful cities as well as some downright ugly ones. During one such sojourn to a city suffering from an acute bout of urban blight I made my way over to a postcard stand to see what they have. I was curious to see what kind of marketing genius could repackage this city in a way that was postcard worthy. I noticed that all the pictures were of the city either under a blanket of snow or at night. It was simply brilliant. Snow has this way of covering blight and making everything look peaceful. And in the night you have control over what gets illuminated and what remains in the dark.

Many communities have a hard time facing blight in their midst. They fail to wrap their minds around scandals in their midsts. So rather than face and fight the issues they resort to one of theses two methods.

1. The snow method. Simply cover over the problems with a blanket of white snow and pretend they’re not there.

2. The night method. A common knee jerk reaction one hears when confronted with a serious issue is “but..but look at all the chessed we do..look at Bikur Cholim and Chaverim..etc”.
In other words, illuminate where you want my eye to go.

But..snow tends to melt, come springtime, exposing the corpses hidden beneath.

And the sun always rises in the morning.

There’s no shame in having problems. The shame is when people don’t confront them.




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