The Love Diet conquers all
Although I do not usually put my knowledge into practice, I’m quite educated about nutrition. I’m also very open-minded about ideas regarding how our diets change our moods (it happens to me all the time), and am convinced that different people’s bodies react to different foods differently, and therefore the medical establishment is only beginning to understand what diets can keep people healthy. Still, this site made me laugh out loud. I apologize to the writer, and understand that he is just trying to be helpful. And, hey, this food plan could work for a lot of people. But . . . well, see for yourself.
I wonder what David, the beekeeper, would have to say about this.
Hat tip: Yonatan.
Another day, another Hebrew lesson, another bank teller. And a lemon.
Life goes on for our favorite new immigrant, Yael:
Went to the bank today. Took a long time but got everything needful done. Had the yucky woman helping me but she was very sweet today even though she still looked like she was going to cry at any minute and slammed a few things around on her desk but definitely not directed at me. She even apologized for the ‘balagan’ of getting this thing set up but hey, it wasn’t her fault. By the end, when she handed me the guarantee thing to take to the lawyer she was giving me the motherly lecture (3 times running) that I must, absolutely must, get the old guarantee papers in my hand before I turn over the new ones. She called me motek, she told me I need to eat more. Thankfully I got out of there before she tried to take me home and feed me.
Gas was turned on. Did but didn’t do any really productive work (hey I tried). Did 3 hours of hebrew homework, went to ulpan. Nearly fell asleep in class from being tired and hungry and freezing. It is defintely fall here now. I was not only cold in the frigid classroom but also walking home. Well chilly walking home. Spoke some in class. Spoke to some folks during the break all in hebrew (do much better when it is in a non-worry-about-what-you-think-about-me framework) and then again after class. Discovered (I think) why my refrigerator smells like some kind of horrible chemical thing –there was a very (I ain’t even going into details) very dead lemon stuck in the back behind the oatmeal box. Tossed a few other things besides the dead lemon but that seemed to the only possible source of chemically smells. There weren’t that many options in there to begin with! Need to wash the whole fridge down (now that there are only like 4 things in it) but tomorrow and not tonight. I’m telling you that lemon was seriously scary.
Tales from below the glass ceiling
Imshin writes about the glass ceiling in Israel, and why she identifies with the women who are accusing our president of sexually harassing or raping them:
I never really ‘got’ the sexual harassment thing before I experienced a particular strain of it first hand. I mean, I was always very empathetic with the victims and usually sided with them, as sisters, you know. But now I realize I didn’t really know what it meant, how it felt, what it did to them.
Suddenly, there I was – ostensibly no innocent spring chicken – a married mother of two in her late thirties, with many years of professional experience, ability and knowledge, reduced by a nasty creep to a piece of ass. And then to invisibility.
And thus my organization lost an experienced, capable, and undemanding professional.
I am in awe of those who have the courage to speak out, and ashamed that I don’t. No way could I even contemplate paying anything even marginally as horrible as the price ‘O’ is paying for shopping the president. I worry that the effect of this case will be that women, always fearful of the consequences of complaining, and rightly so, will feel even more intimidated now.
Happy New Year to you, and you, and you and you and you.
Obviously,(my future boyfriend)Sagi and I are on the same cosmic wavelength, because he wrote a Rosh Hashanah post that expresses my thoughts exactly:
It used to be a very special time in the year. People would take this opportunity to get in touch with those they haven’t spoken with over the last year. Their acquaintance, business partners, distant relatives… It was the One time in the year, where you got surprising phone calls, that “refreshed” long gone relationships, and served as a basis for catching up with distant friends…
Fast forward to the year 2006:
My email is full of “HAPPY NEW YEAR” (Mass sent) Emails. And my Phone does not stop beeping with (Mass sent) SMSs wishing me a “HAPPY NEW YEAR”. Even my bank “took the time” to wish me a (Mass sent) “HAPPY NEW YEAR”.
Isn’t it touching…
Well. I thought to fight it, and condemn it. But I now realize, its not really going to help*
So if you can’t beat them… you might as well go with the times… Or better yet – be ahead of the time, and issue my first ever “HAPPY NEW YEAR” Blog Post.
So this goes out to all my readers:
“HAPPY NEW YEAR”
And don’t be looking forward to a phone call from me! (or email, or SMS…)
* If you also oppose the use of Mass methods for delivering “HAPPY NEW YEAR” messages, please do not continue reading this post
Kiss me on the bus
Like a lot of Israelis, I commute to work via the public bus system. Over the years, I’ve developed a concise point rating system of my ride into Jerusalem every morning (yeah, I know – I need to find some hobbies).
One point if it’s a ‘new’ green Egged bus, and not one of the decrepit red ones that sounds like garbage truck.

One point if the bus isn’t crowded, and I get a seat (bonus point if it’s half empty and nobody sits next to me)
One point if the AC is working well, and I feel chilly.
One point if there’s no traffic jams in the tunnel headed into Jerusalem.
Oh yeah, and not really relevant these days, but a big point if the bus doesn’t blow up.
A five point ride is pretty rare, although a four point ride occurs pretty frequently. Luckily, a one or two point ride occurs infrequently enough that I haven’t had to jump out of the bus window yet.
Today was a five pointer, and I’m feeling fine…













