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Today is Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Rememberance Day. I was down at the Iriya (Municipal building) dealing with my Arnona stuff when they did the thing they do here, which is sound an air raid siren for two full minutes at 10am. Everybody stops. Traffic comes to a halt...

I actually really do. I don't know what's wrong with me. There's something disturbingly entertaining (that is, when it's not utterly painful and entirely enraging) about reading the lamest, stupidest essentialist apologetics for women's traditional role in Judaism....

Because it has been rattling around in my head the last few days, and because it is beautiful and powerful, I thought I'd share a poem by my friend Yosefa Raz, from her book In Exchange for a Homeland. The third stanza from the bottom is the one that really kills me...

somehow I've managed to agree to write two different pieces on things about which I don't know that I have anything all that much in the way of interesting to say. I'm sure there's something somewhere down there, and if I sit here at the computer long enough,...

...you realize that all that time sitting around on a meditation cushion* is actually relevant professional experience and could go on your C.V. *Okay, I was part of this rigorous organized thing. But STILL.

The real reason why Israel takes Hol HaMoed off as a holiday is in fact because, when your seder ends at 4am and you don't get home 'till 6am and then you sleep on and off 'till 3pm (and thus are awake the following 4am), you realize that you're gonna need a whole...

My apartment is sparklingly clean. My hametz is cleared out and burned. I have spent an unreasonable amount of money on food. My arms are killing me, which is what 3 days of scrubbing and schlepping will do to a girl with RSI. I am tired. The food is cooked, Jerusalem...

Back from the land of Away, which was great wonderful fun AND had the bonus of keeping me offline for a full week, very good for a girl's mental health now and again. Will write up some of that, but not right now. Now. back to Pesach preparations. I cannot BELIEVE how...

I am peeing in my pants I'm so excited. Okay, I'm not actually peeing. But wow am I excited. I just bought a shas. (complete set of the Talmud). And more. Part of the thing we rab students do this year is go crazy buying books for our love, our lives, our long-term...