tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59683388933162250882011-07-31T13:29:58.904-04:00Random ramblings and observations of life, brought to you by moi, the apple.the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-39140825693240658532010-09-05T12:03:00.001-04:002010-09-05T12:03:59.438-04:00

Mommy: I am going to make a brisket for Rosh Hashana.Me: No.Mommy: Yes!Me: No Mommy! No one likes brisket.Mommy: Yes they do! Everyone loves it.Me: No they don't!Mommy: Yes they do!Me: A bird just pooped on me.Mommy: See? That's what you get when you malign your mother!

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-71242126240198742482010-07-02T10:42:00.003-04:002010-07-02T17:55:54.816-04:00

Side note: I had an internal debate over whether the title should read "On the outside, looking in" or "On the outside looking in." I went with the comma, because I believe in commas (as long as they aren't overused) but I wasn't entirely sure. Anyway.Organized religion is a strange beast. If you are acquainted with it, and practice it, it is familiar and thus, not odd to you. If organized

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-11663762360561993432010-04-27T23:22:00.003-04:002010-04-27T23:30:57.191-04:00

1. Internalize that you live on the wrong side of the tracks. Your side is undesirable. Otherwise, your life will just be a series of disappointments. 2. Never expect anything of anyone who lives on the right side of the tracks. a) This way, when they cross the tracks, you are pleasantly surprised. b) Otherwise, see above.3. Except, secretly, your side is really better.4. Ignore 1.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-36257262577346676882010-04-13T07:47:00.004-04:002010-04-13T07:51:55.769-04:00

I don't affiliate with the Tea Party per se (though I understand its frustrations), but when a friend suggested a parody of Miley Cyrus's "Party in the USA," it was too awesome to resist.Here are the original lyrics, and here's the official music video (though if you're like me, you already know the song well enough to skip the music during sefira)TEA PARTY IN THE USAI hopped off the plane at

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-5759743031450687362010-04-09T11:28:00.003-04:002010-04-09T11:40:56.552-04:00

Please explain this to me:The leader of the Lithuanian ultra-Orthodox community, Rabbi Shalom Elyashiv called for protest measures against the Supreme Court following its ruling in the matter of ethnic separation in the Beit Yaakov religious school in Emanuel. In a meeting with Deputy Education Minister MK Meir Porush on Thursday, the rabbi said, "This is a dreadful ruling. This should prompt

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-30333143777656583612010-02-15T21:00:00.003-05:002010-02-15T22:25:51.942-05:00

I don't really have a set way of getting ready for a first date, especially since as time goes on I get more and more lax about trying to look amazing (for better or worse, I guess).Anyway, here's how I do it:The preparation:The dates that I've been on have ranged from pretty casual to yeshivish lounge dates (ugh hated those), but no matter what the venue, I wear work clothes - nice skirt,

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-33516710766157689682009-11-15T00:19:00.001-05:002009-11-15T00:22:03.879-05:00

Sometimes, I'm really, really lonely here.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-37121406076887635602009-10-17T21:14:00.002-04:002009-10-17T21:15:41.739-04:00

You know what I realized recently?I'm not good at sarcasm.Problem is, guys seem to have only two "funny modes" -- super-sarcastic or bathroom humor. Neither of which is particularly appealing.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-64970809379671222812009-10-13T07:32:00.002-04:002009-10-13T07:48:49.327-04:00

I thought I was going to be immune from this. I'm independent, I'm decisive, I prefer to shop alone. So I thought I would be immune from the pervasive loneliness that creeps in, mist-like, at first just a small droplet and then a blanket that sighs and settles.But I'm not.So I gotta dance. I have to do something that will make me happy, that will bring a happy flush to my cheeks. I have to do

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-89113657202288038432009-07-31T19:40:00.001-04:002009-07-31T19:41:23.607-04:00

About my other post -- I took it down. I'm too worried about what a Google search would yield. Despite what might be coming across, I do like my current position and would be very sorry if it ended up sour because of an ill-thought-out blogpost.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-23522127005988699152009-07-19T16:24:00.002-04:002009-07-19T16:26:23.816-04:00

...and what they want:

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-49424447437426262922009-07-14T06:56:00.001-04:002009-07-14T06:58:31.073-04:00

Ezzie has a post up about how people prefer not to date people on the “quieter side,” and he suggests that people not describe others that way, as it could prejudice potential dates against that part of their personality. He makes other good points and so you should hop on over there and read it.But you know what else is true in dating? People don’t want the really outgoing ones either. People

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-11505260058539182282009-06-25T23:13:00.003-04:002009-06-25T23:26:08.133-04:00

Remember when I used to post?I've been really busy lately, b"H pooh pooh pooh as my grandmother would say. I have a summer internship that I really like and an apartment that I love, just a little stress over some big decisions that I need to make.Anyway!I saw this awful Op-Ed piece by Tony Judt in the NYT on Monday. Infuriating:However, Israel needs “settlements.” They are intrinsic to the

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-65940733107767446062009-04-23T22:47:00.003-04:002009-04-23T22:52:08.066-04:00

I pulled a Chana and transcribed an event that I went to: Gail Collins and David Brooks discussing Obama's first 100 days, hosted at Stern College. Prof. Bryan Daves of the Stern polisci department moderated the conversation. I nearly got carpal tunnel typing all this (the event was an hour and 40 minutes). Enjoy!Any and all mistakes are mine.DB = David BrooksGC = Gail CollinsBD = Bryan Daves

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-40007359726048259082009-03-30T21:03:00.001-04:002009-03-30T21:05:37.107-04:00

Gush weddings are worth it to go to, if just for this one part!

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-52453966376890080062009-03-15T18:21:00.003-04:002009-03-15T18:32:01.436-04:00

i am so, so stressed. and i know these things are little compared to a bigger picture and that this too shall pass. but for right now, i have so much hanging over my head and on my mind that i can't think straight. i've lost weight this year from stress. i can't get work done because i'm turning things over in my mind too much. my tummy is a knot half the time, so i can't eat. argh. senior

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-86550105601200397182009-03-11T13:00:00.003-04:002009-03-11T13:08:50.463-04:00

UNCLE: I almost bought the Chicago Manual of Style.COUSIN (age 14): You don't have style if you have a book on it.ME: No no, not clothing style.COUSIN: Oh.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-14984071972207235472009-03-08T17:47:00.001-04:002009-03-08T17:51:51.538-04:00

how in the heck do you write a paper that goes like this?This is what science looks like now: Have a paradigm. Accept it. Research under it. Find anomalies. Too many anomalies. Have a crisis. Have a new paradigm. Accept it. Research under it. Find anomalies. Too many anomalies. Have a crisis. Have a new paradigm. Accept it. Research under it. Find anomalies. Too many anomalies. Have a crisis.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-57790437675851671822009-03-08T17:36:00.001-04:002009-03-08T17:38:23.119-04:00

I think I'm developing senioritis.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-26633912609581320752009-03-04T20:27:00.005-05:002009-03-04T20:35:56.460-05:00

There is a girl I went to high school with whom I see occasionally. She's really fun and bubbly and I liked her a lot in high school. I still like her now.She got married recently. Yay, mazel tov. Only thing is -- her hair is totally uncovered. She's back in school, in classes, and the only way you'd realize she's married is that now she has two rings on her left hand.What happened in

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-27694157299420328962009-02-14T22:51:00.002-05:002009-02-14T23:05:17.053-05:00

I was looking through my blog and found this description of myself that I wrote in 2007, almost two years ago.  Let's see what has changed (original writing is in bold):Things I think are a waste of time:FacebookI still think so, only now I actually use it and waste time stalking people through it.Making my bed in the morningDisagree now.  A made bed makes a room look five times cleaner and

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-9137785613274744322009-01-20T07:25:00.002-05:002009-01-20T08:05:50.920-05:00

Ezzie has a post up talking about dating and how people have unrealistic expectations of their dates. Right on. I completely agree; maybe I even fall into that category. He does say that different things bother different people, which is very true: Because people perceive things differently, what person A thinks is a dumb or invalid reason for breaking up might be very a valid and legitimate

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-31971670223161321702008-12-29T01:41:00.002-05:002008-12-29T02:05:10.587-05:00

Note: These are just my observations. Some of them are things I definitely need to work on; I don't consider myself a perfect guest or host.FOR THE GUEST:1. If your host gives you specific instructions about when and how to arrive, FOLLOW THEM. The host has probably given you those instructions for a reason, and they know best about how to arrive at their home in a timely and convenient

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-60468686120202280252008-12-21T16:26:00.003-05:002008-12-21T16:29:49.894-05:00

Her mind hums. This morning she may penetrate the obfuscation, the clogged pipes, to reach the gold. She can feel it inside her, an all but indescribable second self, or rather a parallel, purer self. If she were religious, she would call it the soul. It is more than the sum of her intellect and her emotions, more than the sum of her experiences, though it runs like veins of brilliant metal

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-19656743720266835672008-12-06T17:57:00.000-05:002008-12-06T18:19:33.754-05:00

Friday night, I got into a pointless conversation with someone -- one of those "discussions" when you don't agree with each other and you're not going to sway the other person's opinion, so it could go on for hours until someone decides to end it. Rather fruitless, on the whole, but it was civil.In the course of this conversation, the other person asked me if I believe that gedolim receive a

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-44834460524569361622008-11-24T10:40:00.000-05:002008-11-24T10:41:51.175-05:00

...when you have an ear infection, are coughing up phlegm, your voice is dropped an octave because you're congested and your nose is stuffed:1. Health insurance.2. Parents who have good jobs so you have health insurance.3. Kleenex pocket packs that look like candy!4. Duane Reade on nearly every corner in Manhattan.5. Puffs tissues with lotion.6. A nice roommate who lends you her big purple pillow

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-75989570546314187312008-11-21T01:07:00.003-05:002008-11-21T01:15:36.357-05:00

It feels selfish that not being in the loop of a friend's engagement should make me feel so...um...crappy. But you know what? It does. It's thoughtless when no one calls to tell you, and you find out from OnlySimchas instead, or when someone thinks to mention it hours later. Getting multiple phone calls about an engagement is not bad. It is not annoying. It is NICE. Because it shows that

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-16491328392550089252008-11-20T23:30:00.000-05:002008-11-20T23:31:25.711-05:00

aaaaaaaaaas usual.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-83539121393015930222008-11-17T03:37:00.003-05:002008-11-17T03:44:28.550-05:00

ugh, why can't i sleep? it's 3:36 in the morning and i know i'm going to be so tired tomorrow, and then people will say, "oh, you look so TIRED!" grr. i don't like when people do that.also, i'm thinking about debt, and how to avoid it. also how to avoid having a job that makes me wake up super early :(. i love sleeping til nine. then again, it would be good just to get a job and frankly i'm

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-9435496939392963872008-11-03T23:56:00.004-05:002008-11-04T20:06:27.277-05:00

It's been over a year since the car bucked its course and swerved across three lanes of the Garden State Parkway, bumping and crashing into a tree near the side of the road. It's been over a year since six girls on the way to a wedding crawled out of a car trapped by brambles and branches to meet the whizzing traffic of a dark, dark night.It's been over a year, but every time I think about that

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-56541332363397979362008-10-26T16:44:00.002-04:002008-10-26T16:49:57.657-04:00

Random thought that occurred to me as I was listening to the Torah reading this week:Wow, humanity really gets off to a bad start: violating Divine ordinance, blaming mistakes on spouses, getting the curse of manual labor, plus pregnancy labor pains, being driven out of their luxurious home as a punishment for not having enough self-control to listen to their one and only piece of instruction,

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-17059590761534487802008-10-12T22:52:00.003-04:002008-10-12T23:15:41.436-04:00

The script is ending, and I have no idea what comes afterward. I smile, and I wave, but inside I'm so knotty that my hand shakes. The picture in my head has dissolved, and now -- nothing. I can't see myself anywhere, doing anything, with anyone. Blank. And, and it's not even just school, or a career, but life . . . oh G-d, what am I going to do? It's so easy to pretend, to tell yourself and

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-23044205418251861792008-10-08T00:55:00.001-04:002008-10-08T00:55:26.136-04:00

should i take down my blog?

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-28923700507531879392008-10-08T00:23:00.000-04:002008-10-08T00:25:03.242-04:00

Doing a cheshbon hanefesh is an embarrassing activity. When I think about my behavior of last year in an objective way, how can I not cringe with intense shame and ask myself how I let myself slip and fall? How could I have lied to myself, deceived myself, reassured myself that I wasn't doing something wrong, when I knew, very clearly, that it was? How could I have hurt others -- deliberately

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-50906405028188396142008-09-23T16:53:00.002-04:002008-09-23T16:54:13.212-04:00

People who think they can write well.But they can't.At all.AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-65226087146365362572008-09-22T23:56:00.002-04:002008-09-22T23:59:35.023-04:00

You know how sometimes, you're not sure how much a feeling is actual, or if it's just something you're imposing on yourself or pushing yourself to believe in because you don't want to admit how you really feel? Or you don't know how you really feel, so you just opt to take the road of least commitment? Or you wish things were the way you want them to be, but they aren't, so you purposely say

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-39747867603878282352008-09-14T01:38:00.002-04:002008-09-14T01:40:26.015-04:00

You'd think it would be so easy to just push it over and crunch your way through, littering the path behind you with sticky, static-y flakes of foam. Flicking off the pieces that cling, to rid yourself of the niggling reminders of what blocked you off.The looming opacity seems solid, though. Making the imagined into actual and perhaps aggrandizing the small. But it's all just pretend. It's all

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-19871323317921450122008-09-04T19:47:00.004-04:002008-09-04T20:04:37.102-04:00

People chewing with their mouths open.This is just about the most disgusting habit known to mankind next to knuckle-cracking and neck-popping. No one wants to see masticated food rolling around in anyone's wide-open trap. And the sound...! Smack, slurp, smack, slurp. Disgusting. People are not cows. Therefore, no one should sound like a cow. Really - it's so gross. And I don't see any

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-89532619881865741352008-08-13T06:02:00.002-04:002008-08-13T06:05:19.138-04:00

I have begun to seriously consider the possibility of making aliyah after I graduate from college.This may seem like it is coming from nowhere, just an impulsive move on my part. Let me explain that it is not quite so.I remember the summer after my seminary year (I didn't leave Israel right away; rather, I stayed until early August of that year) rashly announcing to someone that if it were

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-74181390897114215892008-08-10T13:33:00.005-04:002008-08-10T13:45:26.099-04:00

Mrs. Shadchan: Hello?Me: Hi, Mrs. Shadchan? This is Apple. My father told me you called?Mrs. S: [pause] Who?Me: Apple . . . my father told me you called while I was away.Mrs. S: [pause] Oh yes . . . right . . . you came to my house?Me: No.Mrs. S: [pause] Oh . . . did I set you up?Me: Yes. With Mr. Disaster Date.Mrs. S: [lightbulb] Oh . . . right. Yes yes. Well, I'm looking through

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-74346675831672596832008-07-16T16:35:00.005-04:002008-07-16T16:58:21.528-04:00

I don't really know nearly enough about Israel, politics, strategy or anything of that ilk to comment on whether or not the prisoner exchange this morning was strategic, moral, a good idea, or anything. Other than the fact that the way that the members of Hizbullah reacted to the release of Samir Kuntar makes me ill, and I don't understand how it can possibly not prove 100% to the rest of the

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-49557102949885908542008-07-14T15:53:00.001-04:002008-07-14T15:54:50.179-04:00

1. I wonder how many of those young married girls pushing strollers are people that I actually know, but don't recognize because their "hair" looks different.2. How does anyone afford to live here? *I* think the prices are expensive, and at least the dollar is [a little] better than the shekel. How do the people who only have shekalim do it?3. Diagonally across from me on the bus yesterday was

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-68946450035866336002008-07-08T03:15:00.002-04:002008-07-08T03:31:40.911-04:00

I am a legs-coverer. That is, I never wear my skin bare below the knee - I always cover with knee socks, tights, a long skirt, etc. This means a few things: 1. I never wear sandals. 2. I am ALWAYS hot in the summer. Always. It's not so bad to wear a long skirt with knee socks, but short skirts always equal tights, and tights are deadly. Who encases themselves in nylon that prevents air flow

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-43341674533090142822008-06-30T15:15:00.000-04:002008-07-08T03:33:25.384-04:00

1. Never be so smug as to assume that leaving a half-eaten nectarine core in a weak baggie in your handbag will not result in infusing your bag with a unique and pungent scent.2. The colorful coating on the outside of pills such as Advil and Motrin will melt off when the pill comes in contact with a wet substance.3. The colorful coating, once melted off the actual pill, is likely to seep into the

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-28094391939635602932008-06-27T17:52:00.003-04:002008-07-08T03:33:38.149-04:00

Sometimes I have this insane desire to just go and get totally, completely and absolutely smashed. Preferably by drinking something neon. (How do they get them that color anyway?)Is this going to totally kill my shidduch chances?  Because at the moment . . . I really don't care! HA!

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-71643203514022168332008-06-23T23:47:00.000-04:002008-07-08T03:38:52.194-04:00

It's this weird thing about maturing, and getting older, that all of a sudden stuff just starts to . . . happen. Some of it's happy, like friends getting married, and having children, and some of it . . . isn't. Of course, all throughout my life I grew up with unhappy things happening around me. My house has been a shiva house four times. People in my community have had health issues, they've

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-40205146136115063232008-05-30T18:21:00.005-04:002008-07-08T03:34:45.438-04:00

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-59488460539549792292008-05-22T10:55:00.001-04:002008-07-08T03:36:04.846-04:00

I'm done!This semester was crazy busy, and it's so nice to finally be able to really breathe . . . no more work hanging over my head.Plays read: 14Novels read: 12Papers written: 13Forums answered: 8Newspaper articles authored: 6Newspaper articles edited: 13That's all my fuzzy brain can remember at the moment.I'm ready for a break.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-12620178657250812112008-05-18T14:41:00.000-04:002008-07-08T03:36:14.116-04:00

"Donations" to New York Public Library in form of payment for photocopying articles that didn't end up being used as a source in research paper: $4Printing out old microfilm articles that did end up being used as a source in said paper: $6Cost of subway rides to and from New York Public Library in a panic the afternoon before said paper is due: $4Receiving an A despite writing said research paper

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-40241899152257926132008-05-15T12:15:00.002-04:002008-07-08T03:36:24.580-04:00

Well, I'm not graduating this year, but a bunch of my friends are. The thought of them leaving makes me overwhelmingly sad and happy at the same time.I don't know that I can really articulate what these girls mean to me.When I came to Stern, as an image-conscious, just-out-of-seminary, lost-in-the-sauce sophomore, I knew hardly anyone. There were a few girls from home that I was friendly with,

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-15573141194890808852008-05-01T22:03:00.002-04:002008-07-08T03:37:54.233-04:00

I recently realized something about myself that has been gnawing at me for a while, but took some time to articulate: I have almost zero confidence in discussing matters of halacha when there are men around. It's not like I don't know things, per se (although I don't have the greatest memory), it's that I a) don't feel comfortable correcting a guy even when I think he might have said something

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-38204987943365287592008-04-28T21:53:00.003-04:002008-07-08T03:38:24.567-04:00

Dear Other People,Greetings!I come to you from Grr, a small independent island off the coast of Frustrating, where we eat only cookies and cake, mainly of the chocolate variety. Rather like the island of Conclusions, where you can only get to by jumping, Grr has no actual connection to mainland - you must bob your way over by scrunching up your face, making fists and emitting a low yowl of

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-21996466038921430282008-04-22T10:36:00.005-04:002008-07-08T03:39:07.665-04:00

My friend calls before Shabbat starts. Can you come with me to visit this little girl in the children's hospital? she asks. Someone called and asked me to do it. She's originally from Israel, but only speaks Yiddish. I think she's five.I surprise myself and reply, Yes. Without hesitation, I agree. Well. That's different for me.I don't like hospitals. I don't like the smell of disinfectant

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-75784895978269289812008-04-16T17:45:00.002-04:002008-07-08T03:39:33.390-04:00

I just realized that I've had this blog for over a year. Funny how sometimes time seems to speed up and move in great gallops, and other times rolls slowly over you like a thick syrup.What have I gained from this blog? Without question, the most important part to me have been the new friendships that I've made. I'm too lazy to make each word into a hyperlink for all the different bloggers that

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-22818500361014857022008-04-16T16:19:00.003-04:002008-04-16T16:50:13.050-04:00

Sometimes it's hard not to feel jealous of other people. They seem to have things that you don't and never will have, and try as you might, you're just never going to succeed the way they do. The scary thing about jealousy is that you can practically feeling it growing within you, but somehow, the greater it gets, the harder it is to snap out of it. And feeling jealous of someone makes you

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-76680915329465388522008-04-12T23:33:00.002-04:002008-04-12T23:33:48.839-04:00

I hate when things say that they're going to be free, and then THEY'RE NOT.GRRRRRRRRRR.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-45997456334442509162008-04-11T18:25:00.006-04:002008-04-12T21:11:40.282-04:00

1. The Bais Yaakov graduate (BYG for short) will speak in a faux New York accent (even if she's not from the New York environs) with a heavy emphasis on the words "taka," "but," and "hello." This is also known as the yeshivish accent, which the BYG will have picked up either from her mother or circa seventh grade. She will pause and form her words carefully, so as to give them the proper

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-64451507559082184772008-03-12T14:44:00.001-04:002008-03-12T14:47:36.697-04:00

1. How much sleep do you get on an average night?Erm. Um, about 7 or so hours, sometimes more. If I'm at SerandEz - about 2 or 3.2. Is that enough sleep for you?No. No sleep is ever enough. People always tell me I look "so tired!"3. At what time do you normally go to sleep and wake up?In the dorm - go to sleep about 1:30ish in the morning, wake up relatively close to the start of class. At

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-52515332664235445712008-03-06T15:20:00.000-05:002008-03-06T15:20:31.715-05:00

With this in mind . . . A teacher of mine in high school related this idea, which I find extremely compelling and relevant. I don't know the exact sources.When Avraham sent Hagar and Yishmael out of his home, the Torah tells us that Yishmael began to die of thirst in the desert. Yishmael cried out to Hashem to save him from death, and Hashem heard his tefilah and sent a well of water to restore

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-8742209133857321292008-02-25T01:15:00.003-05:002008-02-25T01:18:24.241-05:00

I want to raise small children with British accents. Hint hint!

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-19653116815176653292008-02-19T01:24:00.003-05:002008-02-19T01:34:53.095-05:00

Well, one of the reasons, at least.This is my reading list for the semester. The picture is actually missing one play (Tartuffe: Born Again) and one novel (Northanger Abbey). So far, I've read The Professor's House, Rosmersholm, Tartuffe, Tartuffe: Born Again, The Crucible and endless critical reading on The Crucible, Much Ado About Nothing, Northanger Abbey, and am in middle of Sense and

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-23352365144758427752008-01-27T04:01:00.000-05:002008-01-27T04:16:25.520-05:00

1. The unparalleled feeling of comfort I experience even if I'm in a neighborhood I've never seen before.2. Israeli soldiers ;).3. The awesome jewelry stores.4. The purity.5. Everyone's Jewish. Even though the ridiculous amount of communal division breaks my heart, the land is full of Jews.6. I actually lost weight on this trip! Where I was staying was down a rather large hill . . . so

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-69227543101895565802008-01-10T16:08:00.000-05:002008-01-10T16:51:38.627-05:00

I received the most wonderful gift from my parents a couple days ago: a trip to Israel.I'm going with my mother to see my sister who is in seminary, and to run errands and visit people. I cannot tell you how unbelievably thrilled I am to be going back to Israel. Just the thought of being able to walk the streets of the holiest land on earth gives me chills and makes me feel a little teary. I

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-66458235347406988592008-01-06T14:29:00.001-05:002008-01-06T14:48:51.273-05:00

So, in honor of finals, I present a dose of tongue-in-cheek student humor:

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-25787706444876001202008-01-03T08:37:00.000-05:002008-01-03T08:38:55.171-05:00

I am so ridiculously unprepared for my finals today that I would cry if I wasn't so tired.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-46402857531188319162007-12-28T01:22:00.001-05:002007-12-28T01:47:53.157-05:00

My brain feels overloaded.Too much thinking and second-guessing and doubting going on up there.I discovered something about myself over the past few months -- well, maybe discover isn't the right word, more like articulated -- I am a person who likes it when things under her are solid. I don't like the unknown phase, the up-in-the-air time, being in limbo. I like to have closure and finality.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-10469752119545298252007-12-19T18:43:00.000-05:002007-12-20T18:20:24.534-05:00

It's funny sometimes.I wonder how much I let what other people think of me guide my decisions. I would like to think that I've gotten to the point where I just don't care anymore, and while I will try not to violate halacha and I stay within the comfort zone of my hashkafic parameters, I pretty much do as I please without constantly worrying, "What is everyone else going to think?"And then I

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-18552341250608866402007-12-12T19:59:00.000-05:002007-12-12T20:36:30.690-05:00

Okay, I need to blog about something QUICK so that I don't think about the upcoming show. (One of the other main parts might have mono, I keep forgetting certain lines, I still get confused with some of the lyrics [at least it's only one of the eleven songs I'm in], no one seems to come onstage at the right time, we've never had a practice with every member of the cast, and the show is on Sunday

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-28520240222290756312007-12-10T19:32:00.000-05:002007-12-10T19:45:38.862-05:00

I cleaned my room!

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-36660875160421825802007-12-05T08:33:00.000-05:002007-12-05T09:40:41.351-05:00

As many other bloggers have noted, this is very reminiscent of the 8 things meme that went around in the summer. I was tagged by Scraps, though, and I like memes, so I thought I'd do it again.1. I'm an extremely light sleeper. I wake up from the littlest bit of noise or light, so I need to sleep in pitch darkness and complete silence. If I'm really tired enough, I can sleep for 9-10 hours,

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-81042843803413752252007-12-04T12:58:00.000-05:002007-12-04T14:38:56.819-05:00

This article is from a couple months back, but the comments thread on this post made me think of it. Excerpt:"For scarf-wearing Muslims like me, premarital interaction between the sexes (touching, talking or even looking) is strictly controlled. Our mosques have his and her entrances and stairwells. Men and women pray, eat and congregate separately. At private dinner parties, women exit the

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-34646711607735685972007-12-03T18:53:00.000-05:002007-12-03T18:57:24.203-05:00

This is NOT RIGHT.You're taking advantage. Do you realize that?I committed to it - fine. But that doesn't mean that you can suck up every SINGLE FREE SECOND that I have. I need that time. It's really important to me. And frankly, I don't care about it anymore. Certain other aspects of my life are a little more important and far-reaching than a college performance.It's not fair.And you're

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-40020566490737478522007-12-02T20:03:00.000-05:002007-12-02T20:29:18.882-05:00

I learned many things this weekend. They include:High school boys are really rowdy. And they make awkward shidduch comments regarding their advisors.Apparently you can become an MD even if you go to osteopath school.Sometimes the YU shuttle isn't a white minibus thing.  Sometimes it's a different kind of van, kind of silver and campy.If you look pretty, the chassidish man will want your phone

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-30777605221855795462007-11-20T23:39:00.000-05:002007-11-20T23:50:43.964-05:00

What follows is a highly personal post.  I have published it because I need to get this stuff out of my system and into actual words to alleviate some of the stress I'm feeling right now.I'm exhausted, but cannot fall asleep. I have too much on my mind.This semester has not been my best.Between outside stresses, a highly charged living situation, and a somewhat lazy constitution, I am not

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-21342161795378562462007-11-20T02:04:00.000-05:002007-11-20T03:04:11.078-05:00

In light of recent posts around the Jblogosphere, I dug up this poignant story from my youth . . . just kidding. Actually, I think this story says more about my parents than it does about me, maybe.Anyway, when I was younger, there was a period of time during which I thought my mother was going to lose her job. Both my parents work b"H, and if my mother would have lost her job or stopped

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-10889864551432168902007-11-18T23:39:00.001-05:002007-11-18T23:42:51.375-05:00

It's interesting how one thing can make you both really happy and really sad, all at the same time.Y'know?

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-66188256933348277202007-11-17T23:38:00.000-05:002007-11-17T23:41:28.417-05:00

I have about seven drafted posts, but I can't bring myself to publish them. Somehow, knowing that nearly all my commenters (I don't know about the readers) know who I am makes it harder for me to use this blog as a venting place, because I am a wee bit scared of revealing too much about myself that maybe I don't want you all to know. That makes me kind of sad, because I liked being able to

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-18022248366215257262007-11-08T13:30:00.000-05:002007-11-08T13:32:46.615-05:00

There's also this one:

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-36851054648549617372007-11-05T15:13:00.000-05:002007-11-05T16:26:24.267-05:00

UPDATE: I was informed that I might be misunderstanding YU's reasoning behind this move, and iy"H I will be contacting the proper people to clarify what is happening. Until then, I will leave this post up, unedited.Okay. I am seriously, seriously annoyed.All because of this.YU has decided to cut Neve Yerushalayim (and its affiliated programs, I presume, since all the schools use a Neve

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-25015389226033865922007-11-03T22:54:00.001-04:002007-11-03T23:01:11.996-04:00

You know what I realized after my last couple of posts?I have not discovered any magical secrets of life. I am simply coming to recognize the human condition, as it is - flawed, imperfect, but always reaching for more. Coming to these realizations, as universal as they might be, are always exciting and new when you can articulate them for yourself, and somehow hold extra meaning when you

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-16814777516379477862007-11-01T02:15:00.000-04:002007-11-01T02:17:07.260-04:00

This train of thought sort of follows from my previous post and from subsequent conversations I had with various people about the feelings I expressed before.A friend mentioned to me that perhaps my perception of reality is not at all how things actually are. I perceive myself not to be helping anyone necessarily, while in reality others do feel that I to help them to some extent. I think that

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-42921491105927209752007-10-29T14:54:00.000-04:002007-10-29T15:00:38.788-04:00

I wrote this last night, but before I could post it, the internet in my dorm room shut down. I'm posting it anyway, even if the feelings are somewhat less acute this afternoon, because I think that this is a post that a) represents feelings that other people share and b) represents feelings that can surface depending on the situation, but are always somehow lurking. Let me know what you

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-72873676027479445812007-10-23T12:00:00.000-04:002007-10-23T13:26:19.487-04:00

I'm not *such* a huge fan of Homestar Runner, but for some reason I find this video really hilarious.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-61500274160963397812007-10-22T14:22:00.001-04:002007-10-22T14:22:26.119-04:00

That is all.

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-37940268831723765272007-10-21T01:03:00.000-04:002007-10-21T01:04:53.999-04:00

3: Wedding invitations I got this week. (All these weddings are in a 4-day consecutive period in November.)640: Letters of the Arabic alphabet I will be writing at some point this weekend (8 letters x 4 positions of each letter x each position 20 times).$186.72: Cost of two items I returned to Anthropologie this week. (YAAAAAY!)5: Packages of chicken I cleaned for Shabbat. (BTW, for those

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-815548479453650362007-10-14T23:01:00.000-04:002007-10-14T23:03:00.738-04:00

Why does everything seem to be going wrong lately?(And before you start in, yes yes yes, I know I know I know: look at things positively, hashgacha pratis, it all happens for the best, etc etc. I KNOW. I don't need you to tell me. For the moment I just need to let this all out without people trying to get me to see the good side right away. I'm not so happy about certain things and I need to

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-41440479224976707352007-10-09T01:11:00.000-04:002007-10-09T01:11:27.252-04:00

Okay, so I have a paper due on Wednesday which requires me to go through all the reading that I've done so far from the class and then concisely (but not too concisely) summarize it in a logical, well-thought-out argument. I have not really started this paper. I have like four measly lines that need to be, ahem, developed. Just thinking about this paper and how little I've done for it makes me

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-86171436122842179202007-10-07T00:20:00.000-04:002007-10-07T00:24:47.353-04:00

I reached 515 views of my profile today! Yay me! (And this was without obsessively checking it like ten times a day.)Kinda funny, though, that people are still looking at my profile, considering how little time I have spent taking care of this blog lately. Truth is, I have been composing a bunch of posts in my head for a while now . . . but none of them seem to be "good" enough to post. None

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-62389467989809264062007-09-25T23:10:00.000-04:002007-09-25T23:29:58.786-04:00

I am very excited, because we figured out how to connect my computer to the scanner. Wahoo!In honor of this momentous event, I am posting a picture of myself that I scanned:Look, an early blogger!

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-35871302806020345392007-09-25T13:58:00.000-04:002007-09-25T13:58:43.539-04:00

Setting: Hot, yet quiet kitchen. A few hours into yom tov, when the kitchen (and its occupants) are still recovering from the mad cooking dash of erev y"t. Suddenly, the water cooler gives an ENORMOUS belch and several bubbles rise to the surface of the water in the container.Guest (jumping up in alarm): What was that???Me (reading my book, unfazed): Just the water cooler. It burps from time

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-8825690483848441552007-08-29T22:11:00.000-04:002007-08-30T02:17:52.601-04:00

Wow, I haven't posted in a while. (Truthfully, my life's been somewhat boring. I worked in a law firm for a few weeks, sat around on the computer, and then ran off to Chicago, where I had a most adventurous Friday visiting the Museum of Science and Industry, spraining my ankle, walking through the streets of Chicago after 12 a.m. on crutches, coming back to a pitch-black house because there was

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-80086690025677474562007-08-11T21:18:00.000-04:002007-08-12T02:22:30.536-04:00

I tried on someone's sheitel today, and I looked really good. So now I'm wondering if I should grow my hair out again. If you could do me a favor, I've posted a poll at the side of the page to get your opinions [EDIT: I reformatted the poll at 2:20 a.m. on August 12th, so if you voted in the old one (that only had two categories), can you vote again please? Todah robbers!]. Even if you don't

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-80692506337569747652007-08-06T17:52:00.001-04:002007-08-06T19:00:14.034-04:00

[Ahhhh, Internet. *deep breath* I have withdrawal symptoms from not having Internet access ALL DAY.]Oh gosh, did I make some hilariously embarrassing mistakes today.1) I faxed something to an attorney whose first name I thought was Lillian. Upon closer inspection I discovered that the actual first name was, in fact, William. So not only did I *totally* get the name wrong, but it was even the

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-68039979928598558522007-08-05T13:04:00.000-04:002007-08-05T15:27:37.811-04:00

I was curious to see for myself what exactly I did this summer in Washington (since I seemed to spend a lot of time doing, well, nothing). This was what I found:I wrote letters and/or did research on the following topics:an outreach letter to constituents on minimum wagethe Realtime Reporter Actdrug safetyresolution calling for Turkey to recognize the Ecumenical Patriarchatenoise from car

the applehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968338893316225088.post-5419722155397851512007-07-28T22:30:00.000-04:002007-07-29T16:45:51.266-04:00

For AL, because you asked.I came home yesterday from Washington.What a heady experience this whole summer was.I ran the emotional gamut, from completely miserable to so happy, and everything in between. This summer was totally not what I expected at all, in many, many ways. My internship didn't end up the way I thought it would, the program I was on was completely different than my initial

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I'm tired of being mocked.I'm tired of not being accommodated.I'm tired of people making fun of my ideals, my lifestyle, and my standards.I'm tired of people knocking my hashkafos.I'm tired of people not recognizing my needs.I'm tired of people ignoring halacha.I'm tired of it all.So thanks for a great summer, guys. I really learned a lot.Have a nice life.

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Wow, I haven't posted in a while.Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I've got some ideas percolating in my head, so as soon as I work out my thoughts, I'll be posting.Stay tuned!P.S. In regards to my previous post . . . everything is well now, baruch Hashem. I just needed some time and someone to talk to. But it's all good now.

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I had an epiphany recently.It wasn't a happy epiphany, but it was a good epiphany.It means that I won't be doing too much emotional damage to myself anymore.Yay!Now I just have to undo all that I did.::sigh::I need a hug.

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Chana tagged me with this meme. I have to list 8 things about myself, and then tag 8 people with this meme. Here goes nothin' . . .1. I have always wanted to be a figure skater. In fact, in seventh grade I begged and pleaded with my parents to let me take ice skating lessons, which they allowed me to do. My technique was good, but I was afraid to go fast, so I didn't progress very much.

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On Thursday June 21, my program heard from an interesting speaker. He is a very well known person in Washington and has contacts at all the top tiers of government. He is a very frum man, wears a black hat and suit everywhere he goes, and deals with many delicate issues that come up for Jews working in government.He shared with us an excellent mashal that I thought I'd post about:In a pot of

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