I sat here for about five minutes with nothing written trying to think of a good title. It doesn’t help that I’m unable to think clearly due to being tired yet unable to sleep after sleeping two yom tov afternoons in a row. Even sleeping shabbos afternoons usually messes me up until Monday. So I accept this lame title as a byproduct of a mind functioning at less than optimal capacity.
First up, thanks very much to everyone who gave advice on my car rental dilemma, especially Jacob Da Jew who went beyond the call of duty. It’s situations like this that give me a real sense of achdus among Jews. Looks like renting outside of New York is the way to go. I need to sort out some logistics, but the price has become far more doable. I knew about the Chabad corporate thing already, but I’m not sure if it’s really right to use it. My closest affiliation to Chabad is from davening there sometimes, and playing in a band called 7Seventy. Speaking of, I’m in the process of starting a new one. If we ever make it, look for an album by ‘The Usually Excellent’. At the very least it’s a good summer time-filler.
Recently, I realized that one of my brothers friends, a devoted atheist, is the son of a prominent kiruv rabbi. This had me pondering the question of whether or not you should be able to teach something if you weren’t able to even teach it to your own children? I mean we’re talking about a rabbi who’s renowned for his ability to show people that G-D exists and the torah is true, but he couldn’t pass that along to his own children. It seems that it’s the children of therapists and professions like that who have the most messed up kids. My exhibit A is the son of famous radio therapist, Dr Laura Schlesinger, a woman whos voice is forever drilled into my head along with her catchphrase (“…Call 1800-D-R-L-A-U-R-A…”) because my mom listened to her show religiously, no matter how much I would try to point out that she doesn’t say anything besides the obvious, never mind the idea of people taking advice on fixing their lives and relationships from a two minute radio chat with a celebrity.
Lastly, this post from Material Maidel. (Incidentally, ‘maidel’ is one of the words I never heard of before I started reading blogs written by New York Jews.) I don’t understand the mentality of relaxing kosher standards when you’re on holiday. If you normally would only eat things with a hechsher, it’s beyond me how you’d eat fish at a non-kosher restaurant when you’re on holiday. Does that mean you normally wouldn’t eat non-kosher only because you’re afraid of being seen by someone you know?
Oh, and the green hair to the right? It’s a photoshop. Dying my hair is one of the few things I want to do but won’t due to society and familial constraints. Also, they told me in high school that it was considered ‘davar ish’ (a womans thing). Not to mention they would have expelled me. At least computer trickery lets me see what I would look like.