Our 10 year old daughter asked me two nights ago why people hate Jews? I’ve thought about this a lot. The explanations that I’ve come up with are: 1. Perhaps we Jews are just fundamentally evil? 2. People misunderstand, and fear Jews. https://twitter.com/HeidiBachram/status/1394606506436399108 I’m clearly biased, being a Jewish Israeli. I don’t believe that we…… Continue reading Our daughter asked me why people hate Jews?
45 feels like a milestone, although I couldn’t tell you which milestone it is, aside from a vaguely significant number. At least, 45 seems more significant than 44, or even 46, with the next big number being 50. Halfway through my run today … I really was enjoying it at that point. I’ve taken a…… Continue reading 45
As you may have heard by now, Google is going to start charging for all photos uploaded to Google Photos from June 2021, not just full resolution images. While this may be alarming for some users, I would rather pay for Google Photos. Why would I say such a thing after having an option to…… Continue reading I would rather pay for Google Photos
My father passed away 17 years ago, today (at least based on the Hebrew calendar – he passed away on 12 July 2003). This week we also join our cousins, and aunt in mourning our uncle who passed away last week.
My family suffered a tragic loss this week due to the coronavirus. Last night, I read Om Malik’s post “The Pain of Distance”, and noticing reality tapping you on the shoulder – If this is how I feel, I can’t even internalize how my mom must be feeling. She said it is cold. She didn’t…… Continue reading Reality tapping you on the shoulder
This coronavirus is an insidious thing. It pulls families apart when they desperately need to be together. A cliché in Israel is the phrase: “הכל בסדר” – “Everything is ok”. It isn’t, and it won’t be for a while yet.
The world feels more than a little crazy at the moment. Relative to what 2020 has been so far, that’s saying a lot. Lately, I’ve felt a bit like we’re in free fall, pretending that the air rushing past us as we hurtle down is just a refreshing breeze on a Spring day. It’s almost as if we’re all desperately hoping it can be ok again, faking it until we make it (if we do).