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I'm blogging at Sowing Light these days. Topics include Teaching, New Media, Energy Independence, and Brilliant People. This space is left largely for people searching for things like Karliner Chasid Sukkah.

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Better if she thinks I'm a little bit crazyand loves me anyway.otherwisehow can I start singing and dancingwith no explanation?I don't give an explanation to my self.otherwisehow can I follow my soul's direction,in to infinite vistas or holocaust ovens?These things come to me, I can't ignore them.Better if she thinks I'm a little bit crazyand loves me anyway.otherwisehow can I ever really laugh,

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Mel Alexenberg has a great idea for how to come to peace in the Middle East.

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Spring Returns!A few weeks back I wrote this:The hawks are back!I just saw two of them flying up the wadijumped out of my seat and leaned over my desklooking out my window as they sailed pastbrown, motionless wingsdrawn on by unseen windsdrawing my heart after themToday I went for a walk on the wild side of Jerusalem's Sachar Park - the wild rakafot (cyclamens), kolaniot (poppies), and skediot (

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It's Shmittah over here in Israel, so I'm taking my farming online. I'm starting to write a technical blog. It's called Sowing Light (nice name, huh?) and you can find it wherever the Internet is...

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Well, the adventure of being Executive Director of a small yeshiva is coming to a close. I thought I'd last more than 8 months, but I have been disproved. Don't ask me where I'm going, I haven't figured it all out yet. I'm staying on the board of the yeshiva and helping to find a replacement for me, cooking up some projects with the Creative Zionists (come visit us at the GA!), looking for a

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Looking at how I wote myself up on a dating site, and then looking at how I wrote myself up on Myspace... Interesting to see the different tones. I'm sure someone's done research on how people put on different faces for different crowds. The whole online world collects all the data in a nice neat pile.I'm posting this because I think it's fun writing. No dating inquires please. ;)Myspace:

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I looked in the course catalogof life,and I signed upfor Love.Now the whole universeis my teacher.Let's play hooky,you and I,from all these othercrazy classes.

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I sat down with an old journal yesterday, thumbing through and looking for some insights and openings to teshuvah. This page was tucked away under the cover, dated 23 June 2003. It's still all sorts of relevant. Presented here slightly updated.I am searching for a wife, and I am searching for a place to live. There can not be too much noise. I am all for birds chirping, and the sound of the

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It seems that I'm just here to report on what Josh at BlogsofZion says...Life expectancy of countries around the world - Israel comes out near the top, all things included... This rubbed up against both my love of numbers and my love of Israel, what can I say.(I've been delaying writing, because subconsciously I knew it was the 100th post, and well, it's the 100th post, and the 100th post has

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Josh at Blogs of Zion reports that Israel does in fact have a green building code (for a year now), and that the Bank Leumi building in Tel Aviv is the first building to meet code. Good to see! Lots of work to do, but good to see.

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A cousin of a friend was killed in Lebanon last year. Went up to Har Hertzl where those who die for us are buried. The last time I was up there was last year, for Michael Levin's funeral. Michael died 6 Av. This boy, 23 years old, died on 13 Av. There were rows of graves in between them - everyone who died that week.For all those boys dying and being remembered, the Army has professional

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...nothing.It's been two years since we forcibly moved 8000 people from Gush Katif. Most of them are still living in temporary situations. Financial problems abound. Psychological hardship. Not much movement on the government's side. Not much attention in the media. Mainstream media seems to be silent. Only Artuz 7 is still paying attention.I don't think the disengagement was a smart move,

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Spell with Flickr, copped from Lotus on an Internet wander.

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Coming up from the spring, where I had searched for clarity, and found a heart of nameless ache, I saw three horses running across half-built house lots, up onto the street. The brown one, from a distance, was perfect - a regal majesty trapped in this world and echoing into the infinite. The white one was imperfect, spotted, and beautiful. A foal ran between them. I was arrested. I stood

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Esther posted an interesting statistic in the context of an argument for Jewish Education. Here's the relevant piece - from HaaretzIn contrast, history teaches that the most salient factor in preserving Jewish identity is an old, unfashionable method: intensive (not necessarily Orthodox) Jewish education, specifically elementary and high-school education. Figures from last year show that in the

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Rollin' down to the desert with the PICZ crew, connecting with a reborn elemental Zionism beautiful. Young people looking to settle the outlying areas in the south and north, and moving thousands of people. Students building desert towns with eyes environmental and sentimental to the building that their grandparents did. They set the bar high, these guys. Real investment...

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I never would have thought that I would have so little time for my own life. I feel like I've been overtaken. How can I tear myself away when there's so much to be done? Since I started learning Torah, I've never been learning less than I am right now - and I'm working for a Yeshiva! In high-tech, I closed the door to the office, and I was gone. Free to be, and all that. Now - I dream

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I broke out in hives while in America. Never happened before. The MIA-MCA thinks I'm allergic to New York.

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Been hanging out at PICZ - The PresenTense Institute for Creative Zionism these days. Actually, I've been hanging out in New York, meeting with supporters and alumni, but my heart has been at PICZ. I'm back on home turf now, and should be back in the swing of Creative Zionism soon.Had an interesting thought on what Creative Zionism is, based on the first passage in Rav Kook's Orot. He writes

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I had written up the below almost a month back. It's a reflection on turbulence experienced in blogland. I felt like I wasn't really standing in the piece, like I was still hiding something from myself, so I put it on the back burner. I had the opportunity to speak with Esther Kustanowitz at PICZ about blogging, it's ways and means, and its discontents. The lady's got wisdom, and the

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...to facebook. They got it right, this site. Done well. It's way more fun and addictive than linkedin, much easier to use than myspace. I'm trying to figure out what the magic sauce is that makes it so terribly inviting...

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The Chassidic Revolution

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Smilin' Reb Baruch unearthed this magical unplanned chassidic story jam from last year's freedom season. Some sort of grace came down that night.

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And from here where do I begin?I was feeling tired.Quite tired in fact.Come 6 o'clock on some days, and I'd be gone-but-gone - I had a certain motion of imagination where I would curl up on a shelf right about shoulder height and go to sleep. That's where my soul slept, and my body suffered through until it could find a place to shut on down - dead and away bone tired.So I got the number for a

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How is it that when things really get interesting, I don't blog as much?Anyway - reality all a movin'. Some things still a bit too young for the press. Saw a quote yesterday from Abraham Maslow that grabbed meIf you deliberately plan on being less than you are capable of being, then I warn you that you'll be unhappy for the rest of your life.So there we go. Such a thing has been guiding me for

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 West Bank Covered in Snow - A Spiritual Fire Erupts 

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Been spending my evenings crying. Somehow the stoic disposition which I have spent years cultivating has not been the divestment of wild emotion that it was advertised to be, but really just a way of avoiding all of those things that were too messy to deal with. Well, they've delt with me, in the form of a chronic exhaustion, and I have to put myself through remedial school in how to be human.

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Amazing deep heartrending glorious light fantastic work to doand here I am drawn in by chess and tastless cookies, biographies of madmen and internet wanderings.Away!

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Often thought that the things in my bags and pockets shed n light on somehow my essence, or at least paint a staccato picture of my inner world.Wallet with it's credit cards, string of IDs over time, frequent flyer cards, a few different currenciesBags with siddurim, pain killers, lots of water.Shlepping back from the States with - favors - a Fender '67 Strat, three boxes of Bran Buds, and two

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So out here in the Wild West Bank there's a culture of hitchhiking. A finger pointed down means local, a finger out means long distance. There's almost always someone on the road. Since I have a car, I usually stop. But something bothers me about it. Nothing in the culture; I think it's beautiful. It's not the danger of it either, not exactly. It's that as soon as I have a hitchhiker in my

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I'm working it in. Can't not. Thank God. So so so so important.Still struggling with the early morning wrestle.

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Some people are set on fire by slichot (the penitential prayers leading up to Rosh Hashannah and Yom Kippur.) The best I usually do is slog through them. I'd be much more open to some sort of active exploration of how to improve myself and what I've done wrong in the past - almost any sort of searching. The heavy poetry and page after page of words words words doesn't do it for me. I've got

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After reading MCAryeh's incendiary post on homosexuality and orthodoxy, I felt the need to throw in my opinion. I agree with his support of the individuals involved as people. I admire his listening and his care.However, just looking at the issue in itself...Where do we find that a person has a god-given right to have sex with who they are attracted to?For the past nine years, while I have been

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Stu's Concert'nuf said

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Tagged by MCAryeh w/ the book meme that's floating around. (I still haven't made good on the four meme that he tagged me with. Do memes have a shelf life? I hope so.) Throughout, I take 'one' to mean 'one or more.'1. One book that changed your life?Major Trends in Jewish Mysticism, Gershom ScholemIt's a long story, but in short - 3am inspired by the Chassidei Ashkenaz gave up smoking for good

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Driving from Westborough to Connecticut scanning the radio constantly - classic rock, country, hollow-pop, rear-view-vibrating-drum-and-bass. Realizing that I don't like most of what's on the radio, and thinking about what sort of music I do like. I like soul music, and when I say soul, I mean music that comes up out of a place so deep that the player is amazed, at wonder, and full of thanks

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About two months ago by landlord called me up and let me know that he needed me to leave my apartment. I'm happy to say that from the first moment, thank God, I looked at it as an opportunity. I had such a great apartment...that it would have taken a whole lot for me to shake myself out of there; this gave me the nudge that I apparently needed. A lot of folks have passed through the old place.

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The Book of KnowledgeThe Book of LoveThe Book of TimeThe Book of WomenThe Book of HolinessThe Book of VowsThe Book of SeedsThe Book of ServiceThe Book of EncountersThe Book of PurityThe Book of DamageThe Book of AquiringThe Book of JudgementThe Book of JudgesGreat titles, no?So what do you think these are?

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It's about having a vision of what should be, and mourning that reality falls so far short of the vision. Tisha B'Av is about being in love with Zion and dying that she's still, in some ways, in ruins. It's mourning the people we should be, but aren't. I went to the funeral, today, of Michael Levin. It was terrible and heart breaking and beautiful and tragic. His unit was there with the

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Ahhh. Familiar shoes. [Interesting world familiar. It looks like it's a cousin of 'family'. What could be more familiar than family?]Sitting in Jerusalem, feeling not very threatened at all by the war up north. Have to keep in mind what's a-brewin' so as to keep myself praying for our soldiers and our nation. Spent last week in the States, amazed by how much coverage our tussle gets. I

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Interesting that old blogs don't get buried, it seems. They lay neglected in their latest forms as monuments to the life they once had. Sad, really. I bounce back to blogs that used to be alive periodically, just to see if anyone has posted a last waltz...another last waltz. I've had ideas for writing here, but it feels like the age has past. Strange this thing.I'm not sure why I came in,

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsBd52_6iB0

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Ten years ago this Pesach - the first time I'm away from home for Pesach. In school. A cute red-head who has an Israeli flag on her ceiling arranges places for the two of us for seder at the Hillel house. She bails out; I wander in to the Chabad house, thinking it must be the right place - cuz' that's where the Jews are at. As we get up to wash our hands, one of the fellows in black asks my

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When my father counsels people about their career choices, he asks them, "What's your Passion?"It's a deep, deep question. I'm busy wrestling with the distinct feeling that I'm compromising on my life. That I am not shooting for the great, but settling for what is merely good. The ironic, and terrible, part of it all is - I have no idea what the great is. I don't really know what I want to do

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Passover cometh, what with all of us in need of freedom - freedom of soul, freedom of body - freedom from thinking that we are already free. The Ba'al Shem Tov talks about darkness within darkness, where it's so dark, you don't even know it's dark - you think it's broad daylight. Awareness that we get trapped by our situations, our preconceptions, our very framework of understanding - this

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A childhood acquaintance of Rav Dov Ber, the Great Maggid of Mezeritch, once approached him with a question. "Dov Ber", he began, with no honorific, "why do you daven for so long? I mean, you take forever to daven. I also daven with the mystical intentions of the Arizal. Does it take me that long to daven? No. You daven forever! What's going on?"The Maggid responded, "You're a businessman,

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Here we are, many days since last post. My little cluster of blog brothers have been slowing down lately. Seasonal affective disorder? Better things to do? Dunno.I've been happily busy. Working, learning, trying to organize a non-profit, davening to dream and dance and hope and love and give and grow, reading about Benjamin Franklin in the bathroom (that's where I read about him, not the

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...but the cop was nice enough to only ticket me for 113 in an 80 (that's kilometers per hour, not miles.) Rolled all around this holy land the past few days. First, down from Jerusalem through the desert to views of the dead sea, left at Jericho and up the Jordan Valley (hitting top speeds above what I was ticketed for, to be sure.) Got turned around in Tiberias, ended up westing, then

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Being in quite a funky frame, as is evinced by the previous post, and possessed with a chunk of free time, I took a trip out to the forest.Thank God.The hills are on fire with wildflowers - Fields of pink rakafot, red kolaniot, purple tormusim and wild mustard, along with daffy-dills and dandy-lions. I walked and climbed and got-caught-in-prickers. I said hello to great-grandfather olive trees

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I'm full-on-sick of being alone and full-on-sick of dating.It sucks.I want to be done with it.I'm reading in Tanya that everything is for the good - that the things that SUCK are actually a higher level of good, so good that they're hidden away from us and all we get is this sense of something BUGGIN' us.I can see how my years (and years) of dating have carved out the person I am, but it's been a

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I made a call to Jew-D to apologize to her that I neglected to pick up laundry detergent for her when I was in the States. (Most of us immigrants are in some way tied back to the countries we came from - laundry detergent, Lactaid pills, Dockers, wool socks...) I gave her the whole rigmarole of how I managed to miss the ball on this one. Turns out she got laundry detergent yesterday anyway,

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Back from a 10 or 11 day trip: Jerusalem -> New York/NJ -> Long Island -> Sharon -> Boston -> Connecticut -> Zoetermeer, Holland -> Amsterdam -> Jerusalem. The last 7 days, I've slept in seven different places. I'm standing at my computer now, fit to fall over. When I get really tired, I have a desire to curl up on an imaginary shelf that sits somewhere around my right shoulder - just to climb

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New York City blots out the stars with massive banks of gaseous glowing lights. It puts people on stages and stages and stages and calls them stars.In the morning it spits out a full bus every 5 seconds from Port Authority.Every moment of the day the streets are teaming with life.There are thousands of thousands of people in this massive city,and the whole thing is but a dust mote on the edge of

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The last time I was in Amsterdam, it was a question. Should I slide into a coffee house, order a joint, and lean on back into a different head space? It had been about eight years since I had my last dance with marijuana. I had stopped soon after I quit smoking cigarettes. Everytime I smoked pot, I just wanted to smoke a cigarette, so why bother? When I started listening to a higher law,

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Turned off of blogging a bit by the JIBs. Renergized a bit by MCAryeh's kind nod, which sowed such good vibes back into the this little corner of the blogweb. Thank you. Was thinking to myself today that it can be such a different experience to be a traveler in a place than to live in a place. I want to be able to write about Jerusalem the way I can sometimes write about a place I pass

'laizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01454399936336486229noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13201285.post-1136799806311390742006-01-09T11:22:00.000+02:002006-01-09T23:06:32.893+02:00

By what grace was I nominated for a JIB award? Must be I have a friend who favors me. If you've come here, I might as well show you what's worth seeing...I seem to write best when I'm moving.Missives from Eastern Europe:Visiting the Holy Baal ShemFrom Mehzbehz to UmanUman Uman Rosh HashannahAmsterdam:Impressions of Amsterdamand the hills of the Holy Land:Going out to CountryWhat else is worth

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I've been wrestling and developing in this. When Sharon went back under the knife Friday afternoon, it hit me - he's just a man. He's just a man fighting for his life.Also, it's like Mordechai tells Esther - don't think that if you don't do what needs to be done, it won't get done. It'll get done, don't you worry about it. It's about you - are you going to be the one to do it. So too here.

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A few people have asked me if I'm praying for Sharon. Not a simple question. Am I praying for Sharon? I can not sit in judgment on the life of any man.God heals the sick.Everything is in his hands. The sickness of a man, the rise and fall of a ruler, the rise and fall of a government, the enacting or failure of a plan.Here a man who fought wars, established communitiesand uprooted themwho has

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Hot on the heels of Chanukkah, where we once again wrestle with the difference between the worldview of Israel (writ-large) and the worldview of Greece, here's a whole holy host of dangerous ideas.Top scientists where asked - WHAT IS YOUR DANGEROUS IDEA? The history of science is replete with discoveries that were considered socially, morally, or emotionally dangerous in their time;

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An odd sort of problem.Having negotiated with my office to work half time,(originally thinking to follow a certain path that now doesn't feel right)I find myself with quite a bit of flexible time,even after the daily seder that I have been keeping,there are hours, hours, left open.What should I do?I have too often touched and tasted the passion that I am capable of to settle for something that is

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A good Hanukkah to all!For the first time in five years, I'm planning to be in the holy city for the whole of Hanukkah. Since I've come here, I have never left Israel for a full-fledged holiday (save for last Rosh Hashannah in Uman), but Channukah was always a touch easier to compromise on. I've found myself in strange places the past four years, always on assignment from work. NYC, Greenville

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MCAryeh and I were discussing the latest Haveil Havalim (which is a marvel), and the conversation quickly took a turn for the bizarre. Anyone who can interpret the dream therein to my benefit and amusement...'laizer: I like the Tel Aviv bar names.'laizer: :sigh:MCAryeh: I like the "that guy in the picture from Uman" one...'laizer: Naw, that was just a picture of someone nobody knew and some

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It's Erev Shabbos, and I'm standing in the local deli/grocery store/currency exchange/meeting place (Halak in Sha'arei Hesed, a fine establishment), and a fellow leans over to me asks if I was in Uman. I figure the truth is the best path, and let him know that I was. "I have a picture of you davening at the Ba'al Shem Tov's grave", he tells me... Thank God for these holy meetings.

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MCAryeh laid an infectious meme on me. The idea's like this: Fire up your MP3 player or media player, hit shuffle, and blog the first 15 songs that get played, without leaving out any of the embarassing boy bands.I somehow found it hard to resist...1 - "Baby it's cold outside" Louis Armstrong & Velma Middleton2 - "Musical Transplant (Adapted)" Lee Perry @ The Upsetters3 - "Mr. Charlie"

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Check out the Abir Warrior.Thanks to Lazer Beams and Zvi.

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What is it about being in a competitive sports situation that causes one to do things that they would never think of doing in other situations? Why would a person run full speed and not turn away from another person running full speed, just to catch a frisbee?Honestly, these are not the main thoughts going through my head as I sit with a massive swelled up multicolored bump on the side of my

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A man’s senses filter out for him anything that does not jive with his worldview.To what can this be compared? To a king… The king maintains a policy of openness. Anyone who presents themselves at court is accepted for audience. The king listens and responds. In this way, he hopes to protect himself against the blindness he saw destroy the one he replaced.He hopes to be encountered by

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Further explorations into the gates of the palace. See the notes at the end of the previous post for context. If I recall, these were written on a plane from Israel to New York. The flight touched down in the clear, sharp, blue calm after a snow storm, in a field of white, surrounded by dancing snow spirals.There are at least two doors into the palace. One of them is watched at all times by

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There are hundreds of ways into the palace. The king is involved in all manner of business. I’ve heard that there are certain doors open only to those who are closest to the king. I know nothing of those doors. I can only tell you about two of them.The first is the door that everyone knows. It has been called Western Gate, Trader’s Gate, and Middle Gate. All manner of commerce passes in and

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A good friend asked me to write about storytelling. I never put together a well stitched piece, but I did jot down some notes. I went back to look at them today, and thought they were interesting. This is largely unedited - just thoughts and feelings as they came out.If you tell a story and don't add anything, why tell the story?There'’s adding and then there's adding.If it comes from the

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I heard this story from Rav Sholom Brodt, and have been telling it over Sukkot, and really connecting to it. A couple people asked that I write it up, so here it is. I just have a hint of the depth of it. If anyone can comment with any insight, it would be appreciated. Hag Sameach!There was a Karliner chassid. He lived in a small town, in a small, broken down house. He didn't have much of

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On Rosh Hashannah we stand before God in his unity. He is present, and we are not. As we crown him as King, we realize that our lives, and indeed the entire world, are not necessary, are forfeit. Yet somehow we are allowed to be present to witness the majesty of the King of Kings as it exists prior to creation, and somehow he allows us to exist.This vision to which we are witness is very real,

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The Sukkah is up!I only have room for a couple people at a time, but everybody's welcome!

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(This is a continuation. See "On to Uman" for the big picture, "Visiting the Holy Baal Shem" for the first part of the trip, and "From Mehzbehz to Uman" for the second part of the trip.)Uman - Two Days to GoFor one week a year, thousands, maybe tens of thousands, of people descend on this small city. We dump a few million dollars into the hands of the local inhabitants (and the mob) and then we

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(This is a continuation. See "On to Uman" for the big picture, and "Visiting the Holy Baal Shem" for the first part of the trip.)East?Sunday morning we're looking to make our way back to Uman. Rosh Hashannah starts Monday night, so we're not in a terrible rush, but we've been moving at such an easy pace that most of the others who were here in Mehzbehz for Shabbos have left. After Shabbos we

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Night FlightStowing beans and pots and gefilte fish and sardines and salt and rice and tomato paste and dates and dried pineapple and tehina and wine and bread and song and longing and prayers and hope.Airport rolling with Chassidim heading to Uman.Run into a familiar face - to Uman? No - to LA. Can you mention my name in Uman?Carrying a list of names to mention, a handful of coins to give, a

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I've seen it written that one who doesn't cry during Rosh Hashannah isn't really plugged in to what's going on - that every person is passing one-by-one in front of God, who sees into the deepest, most hidden places of their life, heart, and soul. There's truth to this, but there's also another face.If I really know that God is King, really know that he created and creates the world from nothing

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Rebbe Nachman made it clear that he wanted people to come to his grave in Uman for Rosh Hashannah. During his life, he once expressed great surprise that any one of his students could fail to be with him for Rosh Hashannah, "Rosh Hashannah is what I'm all about!"Rebbe Nachman said that anyone who comes to him and says the tikkun clali (literally, "The Comprehensive Fixing", a set of 10

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So much motion.Someone here has a book of poems from Hafiz, the holy Sufi poet. Where are all the Hebrew poets who were drunk on love with God? Waking up at 5:30am to say Slichot, the pre-Rosh Hashannah what-a-mess-am-I prayers. All I want to do is know, know, that I'm standing in front of God and the rest will all pour forth, but I'm stuck saying a bunch of words at 5:30 in the morning. Tough

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Each one of these could be, and may be, an in depth exploration, but Shabbos is coming, and you can't keep the Queen waiting.Breakthrough in learning - Thursday night, went back to look over a piece about saying 'malchiot' (verses about God's Kingship) on Rosh Hashannah. I was struck by something strange - for some reason it comes from a seamingly loosely related passage - the trumpets in the

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"Everything was created according to its own will"(Rashi on Genesis 1:25, Hulin 60a, etc.)The rocks, the trees, the grasses, even the cows, the lions, and the people were asked how they wanted to be created. Each thing we see is singing its song - not a song it was told to sing, but the song it asked to sing, the song it asks to sing. Each person we see is singing the song they ask to sing.

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If it was a play, it would be off, off, off, off Broadway, but it's nice anyway.My piece on heading out to Bat Ayin was published in the Bat Ayin Daff.

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I walked past the blue fence at the entrance to Bat Ayin Yeshiva this past Friday and realized that it was the first time I had left the yeshiva since I had arrived on Sunday morning. I want to give you a taste of what it's like out here, just a small sweet taste.The yeshiva is a beautiful place. It's situated on the western edge of the range of hills that Jerusalem sits on, and commands a view

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Ok, great.I hear you asking - so I can get loads of images from Wikimedia Commons, along with a strange collection of audio and video, and I can get thousands of books from Project Gutenburg, and I can see what new books are available from The Online Books Page, and I can mix and mash music from CC Mixter and I can see crazy new vistas of free content at ibiblio, but where can I get thousands

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These days it seems like anything goes. I've found that even those people who would spend fifty dollars and two hours to return a lost book think nothing of downloading movies from the shadow world of online exchange. Somehow it has become a moral non-question. I've even heard it said that 'stealing' in this way is not prohibited (though some add - 'but you will never see a blessing from it.')

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Photo by Fir0002Four years ago I was faced with the hard question. I had been studying in yeshiva for two years, and I had run out of money. The question was whether to find a source of income, which meant pulling myself out of the four walls of the yeshiva, or hit up my family for the money to keep learning. I set my sites on the middle path: split my day in half, play the roles of business

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There's a line of Milton that begins: Eyeless in Gaza...Milton was referring to Samson, blinded and chained. Before I went out to visit Gaza a few weeks ago, I thought that I would write about what I saw, and I suspected that I would use that phrase as the title. Nothing that I saw in Gaza struck me as particularly related to blindness, and neither did I write anything about what I saw.Today

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Chasidim are sitting together, passing around vodka, saying l’chaim. Today there is no joy. We each are sure that there is joy, but we can’t find it, we can’t find our way to it. Even in this time of year - when we are more in touch with breaking, more in touch with death, more in touch with exile – even in this time of year, Shabbos is usually an exception. On Shabbos, we don’t have permission

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This Shabbos is the yahrtzeit of Rabbi Moshe Cordovero. Deep appreciation to anyone who can tell me a story about him.Most of the info I have is from an antiseptic Artscroll half-page biography (which reminds us that he is called the "RaMaK" after his initials, that he wrote tens of books - including "Or Yakar" on the Zohar, "Pardes Rimonim", and "Tomer Devorah" - and that he was the leading

'laizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01454399936336486229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13201285.post-1122558436525982862005-07-28T16:46:00.000+03:002005-07-28T16:47:16.533+03:00

There are no passengers on spaceship earth. We are all crew.- Marshall McLuhan

'laizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01454399936336486229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13201285.post-1121713262914161602005-07-18T21:19:00.000+03:002005-07-18T22:01:02.920+03:00

Casual people. Not studied casual, but straight ahead 'I think I'll go without shoes today' casual. Language sounds like German being spoken underwater, woman at the ticket counter doesn't really want to help me with language lessons.'Netherlands' sounds like something out of a fantasy novel.Crafted - everything - staircases, water glasses, window shade pulleys, laptop stands - crafted, and

'laizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01454399936336486229noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13201285.post-1121574344955523492005-07-17T07:21:00.000+03:002005-07-17T07:25:44.960+03:00

A rarity - a beautiful article in Ha'aretz sympathetic to the farmers of Gush Katif (in the Gaza Strip.)

'laizerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01454399936336486229noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13201285.post-1120663794255652182005-07-06T18:12:00.000+03:002005-07-06T18:29:54.260+03:00

Incredible jewels are being given away at the Bat Ayin Music Page. Holy music of all shapes and sizes, from the arabesque to the frightening with some great stops in between.

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