When a boy reaches the age of thirteen, or a girl; twelve, they become responsible for themselves. It is customary to celebrate this day with an extremely extravagant party. Yessir, on that day, that young person gets everything he wants and more (Of course it wasn't, and I didn't, but that's beside the point). And on Sunday, 3/16/2008, that lucky boy was none other than yours truly.
After almost a year of preparation on my mother's part to make an excellent party, everything turned out great. There was food--and good food at that--dancing, and speeches, because what would a party be without speeches. As my father put it, "I know that this is not something we look forward to, so we'll make it short and sweet." And truly they were, and everyone was happy to get up and dance again.
And of course, there was entertainment: this was done particularly well by a keyboard player named Yoel Hecht (http://mysite.verizon.net/vzesq769/yoel_hecht/). Balloons, music, kept over 50 kids enthralled for four hours, he does it all.
On Friday, I read Megillat Esther, the Scroll of Esther, to fulfill the custom that when a boy turns 13, he engage in a public reading of something (that he could not do before he was 13). Or, to be more precise, he reads something from the Torah--and I read that too (the special reading that we say on Purim) After may "Mazal Tov"s and much throwing of candy (yes, that's also a custom), I also read for a shut-in old lady, since it is a commandment for every man, woman, boy, and girl, to hear it.
But now, I feel and an emptiness, a void in my life. With my Bar-Mitzvah done, and the play over, my life just seems so...........relaxed; empty. Amazing.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Life
Life is a story,
To be read.
A story of great glory,
That ends at the writers death.
Life is a balance,
Where there are weak,
And there are gallant.
With many deeds,
Of both wrong and right.
Some done by people of the day,
Others committed by the people of the night.
Life is a performance,
A play without a script.
With you as the lead,
And your friends, the chorus.
Life is a circle,
Of happiness and sorrow,
With the pain of today,
Comes the greatness of tomorrow.
Life is a flowing stream,
With every wrong,
That can't be undone,
Comes a right that we can learn from.
To be read.
A story of great glory,
That ends at the writers death.
Life is a balance,
Where there are weak,
And there are gallant.
With many deeds,
Of both wrong and right.
Some done by people of the day,
Others committed by the people of the night.
Life is a performance,
A play without a script.
With you as the lead,
And your friends, the chorus.
Life is a circle,
Of happiness and sorrow,
With the pain of today,
Comes the greatness of tomorrow.
Life is a flowing stream,
With every wrong,
That can't be undone,
Comes a right that we can learn from.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Elliot Spitzer...aka Cheater McLiar
Recent news (and by recent I mean yesterday--I am very up-to-date. Most of the time, anyway. Ha ha ha.) shows that Governor Elliot Spitzer has been cheating on his wife and laying with prostitutes right and left. As a person always against this type of thing, I find it utter hypocrisy that he should commit such an abominable act. Yessir, he is being added to my list of "Idiot Jews who Shame our Name and Disgrace Us." Right there next to Howard Stern.
When discussing this with my friend, he claimed that the only reason the media were making a big deal about because the media at large are "Anti-semitic and are looking for fault with the Jews." I wholeheartedly disagree with him. I feel that this is more than anti-semitism. True, the world my hate us, but the fact that the governor of New York lying with a prostitute? That's just wrong. Actually, it would be wrong no matter what. This is just wronger.
What actually happened was, the federal government was investigating a high-end prostitution ring, and found a wiretap that confirmed someone making a trip to Washington to meet "Clint 9." Sources told the New York Times that Client 9 has been identified as none other than Governor Spitzer himself.
The wiretap included that the woman would be meeting her client at room 871 in a hotel, but it did not specify which. That night, Governor Spitzer arrived at Wahington, and stayed at the Myflower Hotel. The hotel room he was staying in--yes, you guessed it--room 871. When investigating the hotel, the room was indeed reserved, but not under Spitzer's name, rather, under the name of his close friend, George Fox, but the address for the bill was Spitzer's Fifth Ave. apartment in New York City.
Whether or not he did this, I still he think he should be ashamed. Shame, shame, shame.
When discussing this with my friend, he claimed that the only reason the media were making a big deal about because the media at large are "Anti-semitic and are looking for fault with the Jews." I wholeheartedly disagree with him. I feel that this is more than anti-semitism. True, the world my hate us, but the fact that the governor of New York lying with a prostitute? That's just wrong. Actually, it would be wrong no matter what. This is just wronger.
What actually happened was, the federal government was investigating a high-end prostitution ring, and found a wiretap that confirmed someone making a trip to Washington to meet "Clint 9." Sources told the New York Times that Client 9 has been identified as none other than Governor Spitzer himself.
The wiretap included that the woman would be meeting her client at room 871 in a hotel, but it did not specify which. That night, Governor Spitzer arrived at Wahington, and stayed at the Myflower Hotel. The hotel room he was staying in--yes, you guessed it--room 871. When investigating the hotel, the room was indeed reserved, but not under Spitzer's name, rather, under the name of his close friend, George Fox, but the address for the bill was Spitzer's Fifth Ave. apartment in New York City.
Whether or not he did this, I still he think he should be ashamed. Shame, shame, shame.
Monday, March 3, 2008
The Average Mind Part III
Ok, I am writing this blog entry on a nice day. I had to listen to a baby screaming on my way home from school. I haven't exactly had the best day ever.
So I was in gym today, a good friend of mine (in this story to be know as Person #1--easier to follow,) hit another friend of mine (henceforth in my story to be know as Person #2, for the same reason as above,) twice. The first time in the stomach, the second time something happened, and Person #2 was on his back on the ground.
Now, you have to understand. both Person #1 and Person #2 are friends of mine. When Person #2 was injured, I ran over to see if he was ok. It's natural instinct for me. If a friend is injured, I help them.
Well, there is a Person #3, who is a sorta friend of mine. This is what happens when we talk (or something like this, anyway):
Person #3: Go away, Ami, he's ok. Don't get involved.
Me: He my friend too. It's a free country, I have every right to make sure he is ok.
Person #3: Whatever. Just go play football, or whatever it is you're doing over there.
I walk away, flustered, even a little angry, and return to my game of (boring) football. The second time Person #2 is injured, I come over, and basically the same thing happens.
After the class, Person #1's and Person #2's teammates come over and start badgering Person #1on how big a loser he is, the typical teenage crap to make a teenager feel just that--crap. Being friends with both sides, I get them to stop. Person #1 is my friend too.
Do you think what I did was right? Should I have defended both sides? I want your opnions.
So I was in gym today, a good friend of mine (in this story to be know as Person #1--easier to follow,) hit another friend of mine (henceforth in my story to be know as Person #2, for the same reason as above,) twice. The first time in the stomach, the second time something happened, and Person #2 was on his back on the ground.
Now, you have to understand. both Person #1 and Person #2 are friends of mine. When Person #2 was injured, I ran over to see if he was ok. It's natural instinct for me. If a friend is injured, I help them.
Well, there is a Person #3, who is a sorta friend of mine. This is what happens when we talk (or something like this, anyway):
Person #3: Go away, Ami, he's ok. Don't get involved.
Me: He my friend too. It's a free country, I have every right to make sure he is ok.
Person #3: Whatever. Just go play football, or whatever it is you're doing over there.
I walk away, flustered, even a little angry, and return to my game of (boring) football. The second time Person #2 is injured, I come over, and basically the same thing happens.
After the class, Person #1's and Person #2's teammates come over and start badgering Person #1on how big a loser he is, the typical teenage crap to make a teenager feel just that--crap. Being friends with both sides, I get them to stop. Person #1 is my friend too.
Do you think what I did was right? Should I have defended both sides? I want your opnions.
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