Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Last Tuesday of 2008

Tuesday, 30 December 2008.

I did revision in the Central Brooklyn Library today. It is really a spectacularly large library. 25 minute walk from my apartment or jump on the 2 or 3 train to Grand Army Plaza or Eastern Parkway - Brooklyn Museum stations. 

I learned that last Sunday, 28 December 2008 was the last Sunday that the library will be open on Sundays. What a shame. 

It is another example of all good things come to an end, I guess fitting to end it at the close of the year.

I also read that the final minute of 2008 will last 61 seconds. So make the most of the extras.

Less than 48 hours from 09. 

Monday, December 29, 2008

Crush Hamas and brave the backlash

The article, with the link provided below is a read well worthwhile. Michael Oren clearly and succinctly explains what Israel is doing right and what the world ought to know.

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,24853482-7583,00.html

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Today's annoyances

3 things really annoyed me today.

1) People who have condemned the defensive incursion in Gaza. This is self defense in the clearest of forms.
2) Civil libertarian whingeing do-gooders who are destroying any chance of peace worldwide.
3) A journalist who mouthed off concerning the soon to be ex president of the USA. The only reason she holds such a position is because of her colour. Another example of affirmative action gone horribly wrong.

So we pray, because we can.
We will defend, because we must.
We have hope, because we are the Chosen.

The sleeping innocent Lion

A friend told me....

Good advice : Never poke , prod or torment a sleeping Lion.... For eventually it will rudely awake and savagely pounce on  its tormentor !!!! 


Saturday, December 27, 2008

I am Proud of The Israeli stance on Gaza operatives.

I am proud of the Israeli Defense Force's operations in Gaza. It is plain and simple. It is imperative that Hamas, a listed terrorist organization, is estopped from further senseless attacks on innocent Israeli's who are living lawfully in their country.

The Israeli's are being Defensive, because no one else will.

May G-D protect the Israeli soldiers, its citizens and world Jewry at large.

Friday, December 26, 2008

The final hurrah of 2008

So here it is, the final weekend (Chamshush - Israeli slang for weekend) of 2008. The year has been big and grand, so here too for 2009. 

Some people prefer the number 8 to 9 and might want to remain with the 8's. Remember, what is, is history and what will be is somewhat of a mystery. 

Congratulations to those who have announced good tidings in 2008 and for those who will in 2009.

Welcome 2009, welcome to history.

I was born on the cusp of imagination and mystery.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Some music for your ears

Check these bands out. Reggae/Rock/quasi soul.

311
The Expendables 
Modest Mouse
The Wallflowers
Pepper
State Radio
The Roots

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

December report and 2008 wrap up

I pen these words as we celebrate the festival of lights and in turn wish each and everyone happy Chanukah, Merry Xmas and well into the New Year.

The winter has finally arrived in New York in all of its glory. Snow descended on the boroughs of New York, hurricane like winds lashed the city and rain continues to plummet down. Seemingly G-d is showering the world with blessings and luck. Many would opine, that it is all bit too late. I’ll take all the blessings that I can.

All is good from the urban streets of New York. I have begun my preparation course for the New York Bar Examinations. I have had lectures and have been poring over material such as Criminal Law, Criminal Procedure and Corporations Laws. Another 20 subjects await my studies for the New York Bar. The Americans have an interesting and peculiar list of legal jargon, amongst their other strong attributes, including the now infamous Bernard Madoff. They like to work with degrees of crime.  Legislators seem to find some degree in which they can work with to keep crims in the slammer.  Yet, there is more.  A whole lot more. But like the marathon, I will keep a steady pace and soldier on through the studies. I will not glance over my shoulder from time to time making sure that the next competitor is close by. I’m running my own race. I’m going for gold.

December has been good. My sister and brother in law visited on their way to their new abode in Australia. We rode the subway, we walked the cobblestone streets of Soho and we ate Mediterranean style food in the West Village.

So the year of 2008 is drawing to a close. It has been laden with history and mystery. It has been inundated with blessings and joyous times. It has been swamped with accomplishment and achievement. Unfortunately it has also been the victim of tragedy and loss.

In no order of importance, these are some of the highlights of 2008. America elects its first black President, Barack Obama. It is time for change he says. She says, time will tell. It is made public that yes, we are in a recession. World markets tumble and descend into the lowest figures seen since the great depression.  Investment banks and financial institutions are wound up, bought out and assisted by Governments in extraordinary circumstances.  The price of oil fluctuates while people’s hearts flutter as they watch numbers and figures fall and fall in Wall Street. Unemployment is rising while Lake Tiberias is dropping. OJ Simpson is convicted of armed robbery and is now a prisoner, finally. Innocent holy people were mercilessly murdered because they were Jewish. Terrorism is still being fought. That is just some of what happened in 2008.

People were wed, funerals were held, babies were begot and many drinks were consumed. The world is a year older and apparently poorer. Some of us are wiser others have become inferior. The Messiah is a step closer. And people continue to be people.

I sign off with best wishes of luck in the New Year.  Let us take all the lessons learnt and resolutions made in the past and retain them and use them as tools for our new year. Keep doing good acts of kindness for the Royal Highness and whomever else you encounter, remembering, you get what you give. So from the end of 2008, starts a new beginning in 2009. I bless you all with a year where whatever you desire, dream and intend on eventuates.

Shlomy

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Barbri and preps underway for New York Bar Exam onslaught

So I have begun my onslaught by prepping myself for the New York Bar exam. I attend Barbri, (so far I recommend) at Times Square. Presently, I have Criminal Law, Criminal Procedure and Corporations Law to deal with. More to follow. Though I like to be a leader.

Please pay visits to the Midtown Library on 5th Avenue in the afternoons of most days, minus the weekend.


Monday, December 22, 2008

Global Warming

I agree that the theory of global warming doesn't hold. It is short on data, evidence and simple facts. It is as simple as that. Global warming is a farce. 

I raise the issue as to Global warming because I saw a advertisement for the Global warming exhibition at the Museum of Natural History, New York City on the subway today.

I will be giving that exhibition a miss.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Everything is Illuminated - Happy Chanukah

Wishing all a Happy and illuminated Chanukah. Miracles happen and occur each day in this world. The miracle of the last few drops of oil that lasted 8 nights, when in the course of nature it was only supposed to last for one night.

 

However G-d is great, grand and majestic in the operation and upkeep of this wonderful world. Miracles are performed on a daily basis. Chanukah is evidence of this theme.

 

May the lights of the Menorah/Chanukia/Candelabrum illuminate everything in our entire lives.

Merry Chanukah


Saturday, December 20, 2008

Mispronunciation

So I was watching a certain TV news coverage on Saturday night and the newsreader mispronounced the word 'plethora'. The news is a live streaming newscast, broadcast across statewide television. He is either uneducated, using words too sophisticated for him or it is another example of affirmative action gone horribly wrong. 

The competent newsreader is yet again banished into exile. 

This is not a racist based comment.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Snow in New York City

Friday morning snow descends on New York. From my living room window, snow gathers and covers the earth and its terrain. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Make a toast in memory of my grandfather

Today 21 Kislev in the Jewish calender marks the anniversary of the passing of my grandfather Moshe the son of Nechemia, of blessed memory. My grandfather braved and survived the onslaught of Nazi Europe during World War II. 

Like many other survivors, my grandfather together with my grandmother Malka, may she be healthy till 120 and more, established a new family in Australia and maintained his relationship with his sole surviving son from before the war, who moved to Israel. My father was born to my grandparents in Sydney, where he was raised and brought up on the principles and morals of being a proper Jew. 

My Grandfather brought to Australia a rich infused homely Jewish culture that is not too commonplace these days. He infused in our family the directions and model of life we ought to live. 

May the soul of Moshe the son of Nechemiah be elevated to the highest of realms and merit to see him soon with the revelation of the Messiah.

He is the hero of my father. He is my grandfather.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Day of Redemption & Gratitude

When one befalls an incident in life which was dangerous and precarious and survives to tell the story, then one gives thanks and gratitude to G-d. 

So thank you G-d for redeeming the life and soul of Chabad Chassidus.

Thank you G-d for saving my life. ( May 2006 - Iyar 5766 )





Sunday, December 14, 2008

Brooklyn Museum - Gilbert & George exhibition


Sunday - 14 December

Visit to Brooklyn museum, 20 minute walk from my apartment. 

Enjoyed the art of Gilbert & George, especially 'Flagration' 2008 (see above).

Here are some of the 'Laws of Sculptures' by Gilbert & George 1969.

1) Always be smartly dressed, well groomed, relaxed, friendly, polite & in complete control.
2)Make the world believe in you and pay heavily for this privilege.
3) Never worry, assess, discuss or criticize but remain quiet, respectful & calm.
4) The Lord chisels still, so don't leave your bench for long.

It is all open for interpretation and I am lost in translation.

'Fragile dress' by Andy Warhol 1966 also a must see. 

I also was fascinated by 'The Moorish Room' 1860's remake of a townhouse.

The permanent exhibition of Egyptian Art is also spectacular. The 'Hagop Kevorkian gallery' Ancient Middle East art. An amazing story of the journey of the 12 massive alabaster slabs of ancient art. From the palace of King Ashur Nasir Pal II, Mosul, Baghdad, London, Boston and finally to its current location in the Brooklyn Museum, New York.

New acquisition for the museum; Pablo Picasso 'Woman in Gray' 1942.

 


Friday, December 12, 2008

Zimbabwe and Mugabe

Additionally, on the topic of Zimbabwe there is this;


and this

http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,24791134-5012772,00.html

A 500 Million Zimbabwean Dollar note.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Currency

A friend of mine asked me to find out what one British Pound (GBP) would yield in Zimbabwean Dollars(ZWD) . 

So here are the results.

As of today, 11 December 2008, 1 GBP is worth $245,164 ZWD. Now this figure must be put into perspective. The numbers itself portray a shocking and disturbing depiction of the situation in Zimbabwe. However, the situation in Zimbabwe is far worse. Reports have shown that inflation, now called hyperinflation is at 231 million percent as of July 2008.

Staggering and startling.


Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Life and Death on the Subway

Tuesday evening 9 December 2008, or it may have already been early Wednesday the 10th, I was traveling on a Brooklyn bound A train. As the subway pulled into 59th St station, one could see emergency personnel and MTA employees scurrying about on the platform. A Brooklyn bound D train was in a stationary position, about a third of the way inside the station. Trapped between the Train carriage and the platform was a corpse. A upper torso covered by a white sheet could be seen. A tragic accident.

One minute the subway so full of life is snaking along the tracks, the next it meets death.

Train safely.

Monday, December 8, 2008

NYC First weekend December 2008 - Chaiton Wedding

Shavua Tov (greeting for the new week) from New York.

Well Shabat (Sabbath) was a great experience for all here in the cold fresh winter. Friday night we ( the men, and Chanel Joined us after Shul-Synagogue) prayed at the local on Eastern Parkway, and then proceeded to Aunt Basha for the Friday night Bash. We did Kiddush(blessing to sanctify the Sabbath, involves alcoholic beverage) , Hamotzi (blessing over the Sabbath bread) , L'chayim (said cheers) , Gefiltte (A sabbath fish delicacy), L'chayim, salads, L'chayim, L'chayim, soup. L'chayim(we toasted many a time) .... you get the drift?!

Was good times all round - jokes were recited, divrei torah propounded (words of torah-Jewish doctrine), food devoured etc etc.

Shabat Day, some males attended services at Ohlei Torah (A Synagogue) for Shabat Hakhel ( A Sabbath of gathering)followed by wedding like Farbrengen(Party). This was the start to the day of inebriates, or more fittingly Yaakov's Ofruf (last sabbath of freedom for an impending groom). The post ofruf Farbrengen, ( where tables are arranged and food and drink is thrown about) took place upstairs in 770(Another Synagogue) . Important Rabbi's (Jewish Spiritual leaders) with beards of all colours, shapes and sizes were giving over words of inspiration and last minute instructions to the groom. Many men ( some still boys) drank spirits of the day in honour of the Chosen(Chosen = groom, in hebrew it is Chatan) , Yaakov . His Brother did him proud, he apparently made it home. On the other hand, a certain member of the Anglesea st crew, was so caught up in the 'spirit'ual inebriate experience, and was last seen heading towards Ohlei Torah Chabad Yeshiva (A Jewish College) for some shut eye. Please notify parents.

The matrimony occurs tomorrow. Freezing temperatures are expected, but no cold feet is anticipated.

Rock on
Peace out

The Weekend was followed by the Chaiton/Gourarie Matrimony, and below are some sentiments.


Hi peoples. Once again.
This is a short version of the Wedding. It will be elaborated on in due course.

The cold bitter winds welcomed the newly Chaiton couple but the spiritual atmosphere of the holy matrimony was present. People were rugged up in coats and scarves and it looked like they were 'Back in the USSR'. As a side point, today the 8th of December marked 28 years since Mark Chapman gunned down John Lennon In New York. It seems like 'Yesterday'. ( even though I was not yet born)

Yaakov and Mushky Chaiton were married under the close observation and sanctification of Rabbi Gourarie, Father of the Bride. There were many Rabbi's and their Rebbetzins, including a surprise visit from Rabbi Ritchie Moss.

Punctuality was the theme of the day, and Rabbi Gourarie made certain that it the schedule was adhered to. The bride circled the groom 7 times, this was counted with meticulous precision by Rabbi Gourarie. Shabsi and Ruthie were filled with smiles, as was Rebbetzin Gourarie.

Yaakov put his foot down for the first and last time and they became Chaitonised. Dancing ensued and the reception was ready to start.

It seems that the only 2 people not to have cold feet were bride and groom.

Mazel Tov


Shlomy

Sunday, December 7, 2008

My December visit to the Metropolitan Museum of Art - The 'Met'


Visited The Met today. I attempt to see the Artworks every couple of months. Pictured above is was one my favourites of the day, Arkhip Ivanovich Kuindzhi (Russian, 1842–1910), labeled 'Red Sunset on the Dnieper'.

My favourite exhibit is that found in the Blanche and Levine court. Warhol, Johns and Scully found amongst the Modern Art.

There was also a 'Machzor' Jewish Prayer book, dating back to 1270 from Amsterdam, Holland on display. Beautifully scribed and full of colour and paintings.

I also perused the European Painting collections, appreciating the art of Courbet, Renoir and Fre're.

A great day out.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Let it snow

Snow flurries descend on New York Saturday Night - 6 December 2008. The first of this winter season.

Friday, December 5, 2008

John Lennon (9 October 1940 - 8 December 1980) 28 years on


Monday 8th December marks the 28th anniversary since the shooting death of The Beatles front man John Lennon.

Some sentiments.....

'Imagine' if Lennon would have lived on to write, play and record additional music.
Or does 'Strawberry Fields Forever' do justice for music lovers.
Or shall we just be content and waltz down 'Penny Lane'.
I wonder how 'Dear Prudence is doing?
Are we navigating about in a 'Yellow Submarine'?
Is the world ready for a 'Revolution'?
Is it true 'She Loves You'?
Can we all not just 'Come Together'?
Or should we just 'Let It Be'?
'Yesterday' was 'The Long And Winding Road'.
Let us embrace 'All The Lonely People'.
So 'Twist and Shout' because 'All You Need Is Love'.
Because at the end of the day, in all simplicity 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand'.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

The History of Ben Sherman


A rather large blurb about the book written about UK fashion sensation, Ben Sherman. The booked aptly called, 'My Favourite Shirt: A history of Ben Sherman style by Terry Rawlings and Paolo Hewitt.

Enjoy the words....



Everyone has a favourite shirt. Some of you have a favourite Ben Sherman (favorite if you're American like me). And most people who regularly read Uppers probably have a favourite Ben Sherman and most likely can tell you, without hesitation the where, when and what of their first Ben Sherman.

My first came in 1989 from 99X in NYC, NY back when it graced East 7th Street (just across from McSorley's Alehouse). It was a black long sleeved traditional with a "white graph paper lines" pattern (it's still doing ocassional duty to this day). I'd resisted them until '89 as prior I had scoffed at Ben Sherman's because they were de rigeur of the packs of troublesome and obnoxious flight jacket, D.M. wearing NYC skinheads. Soon I began buying them at an alarming rate, a behavior pattern that still continues to this day. Though it would be pompously arrogant to quote the actual number of them hanging in my closets let's suffice to say I more than have enough to represent each year of my life outside the womb on this beautiful planet.

As one might expect "My Favorite Shirt" is a history of the shirt, the man and the image that's endured 41 years. As one might also expect in the tradition of Terry Rawling's other books ("Mod - A Very British Phenomenon" and "British Beat - Then, Now & Rare") it's jam packed with unseen color and black and white photographs of bands, tags, flyers, ordinary folks and of course Ben Sherman shirts. In not so many words, lots of eye candy. Lots.

That said, the book takes meticulous care to give a thorough biography of the man who started it all: Ben Sherman. Ben Sherman was actually born Arthur Benjamin Sugarman in Brighton, England in 1925. Arthur relocated to the U.S.A in 1946 where after a succession of wives it was in California that he learned about the garment trade from his third wife's father, a prosperous garment manufacturer responsible for two highly successful swimwear companies. After a legal name change to Ben Sherman, Artur/Ben successfully applied for U.S. citizenship. Relocating back to Brighton in 1962 when his mother became ill. It was there that the famous Ben Sherman button down collar shirt made it's debut in 1963 and the rest is history. With help from his fourth wife Daphne the company prospered faster than their factories could churn out merchandise. The Sherman's sold the company in 1973 and relocated downunder. After his divorce from Daphne, Ben passed away in 1987 from a heart attack aged 62.

Paolo Hewitt and Rawlings have collected an array of pop stars and personalities (from both "then" and "now") to convey their tales and praise for the legendary garment. It's here that the reading becomes interesting and engrossing. It reads like a virtual who's who of the 60's U.K. music scene with anecdotes from members of The Birds, Action, Animals, Creation (Eddie Phillips reveals the bands famed epaulet shirts were Ben's that had been "acessorized"), Artwoods, Kinks, Dave Dee & Co., Chris Farlowe (who not only collected them but still has them un-used in their original packaging), Troggs, Dave Berry (who writes that Roger Daltrey and Keith Moon would take him to a shop on Carnaby Street to get them on afternoons preceding that evenings filming of "Ready Steady Go") et al.

There's quotes from men/women on the street who were mods/skinheads "back in the day" as well. The late 70's/early 80's are covered by quotes from members of The Jam, Purple Hearts, Flamin' Groovies, Buzzcocks, Undertones, Specials, Nine Below Zero, Chords etc. On the pitch there's George Best (who made sure that his own chain of fashion shops in the late 60's stocked Ben's) and todays Rio Ferdinand. Though by which point with the later the book shifts to a somewhat disturbing contemporary slant that sees photos of barely dressed runway models, glitterati, bleach blonde bimbos, and worst of all Ashton Kutcher (from the U.S. sitcom "That 70's Show" for our non-American readers) in an unbuttoned Ben button up with a Ben tee beneath and a greasy baseball cap proving that Ben's aren't limited to mods and skins but that everyday Hollywood jack asses can wear them too, at least for five seconds till the next fad arrives.

Most distressing and at the same time amusing is the quote supplied from the Def Jam/Phat Farm creator Russell Simons: "Rap is about style. Through their poetry rappers talk specifically about what is cool. With Jay-Z it's those shirts he's wearing - Ben Sherman - with jeans. That's what we're doing in the hood right now". Phew! Maybe my nearest "hood" (Trenton, NJ) is behind the times but I've yet to see the local homies wearing any classic 60's button down's! One wonders what Jam Master Jay had on when he was gunned down. Also on the fad wavelength we get a snapshot of Damon Albarn during Blur's ever so brief "mod" Ben Sherman/suit/DM phase. And there's a photo of a current U.K. band called The Ordinary Boys. Hmmmm. Strangely the book takes an amusing nose dive from 60's ace faces to 21st century slackers with tattoos, earrings and way too much money. I'm certain this is to illustrate the occasional vogue that B.S.'s seem to fall into, but never you mind, when the "hip people" get done there will be more Ben's in discount shops (Loehman's in the U.S.A where you can get them for half the price) and thrift stores (or Charity shops as our colonial cousins call them) for us!

All in all "My Favourite Shirt" is unlikely to appeal to anyone outside of our small circle of friends but it's essential reading and viewing that no respectable modernist type's book shelf should be without. Incidentally my favourite Ben is a late 70's long sleeved number that's two sizes too small, and is a teal, white, navy blue and red plaid abomination that comes out on special occasions.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

An insight into Bashevis Singer

A biographical account of Isaac Bashevis Singer, a literary artist of the highest order. Taken from the Nobel Prize website.

http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1978/singer-bio.html

Read and let it be Read.


In one of his more light-hearted books, Isaac Bashevis Singer depicts his childhood in one of the over-populated poor quarters of Warsaw, a Jewish quarter, just before and during the First World War. The book, called In My Father's Court (1966), is sustained by a redeeming, melancholy sense of humour and a clear-sightedness free of illusion. This world has gone forever, destroyed by the most terrible of all scourges that have afflicted the Jews and other people in Poland. But it comes to life in Singer's memories and writing in general. Its mental and physical environment and its centuries-old traditions have set their stamp on Singer as a man and a writer, and provide the ever-vivid subject matter for his inspiration and imagination. It is the world and life of East European Jewry, such as it was lived in cities and villages, in poverty and persecution, and imbued with sincere piety and rites combined with blind faith and superstition. Its language was Yiddish - the language of the simple people and of the women, the language of the mothers which preserved fairytales and anecdotes, legends and memories for hundreds of years past, through a history which seems to have left nothing untried in the way of agony, passions, aberrations, cruelty and bestiality, but also of heroism, love and self-sacrifice.

Singer's father was a rabbi, a spiritual mentor and confessor, of the Hasid school of piety. His mother also came from a family of rabbis. The East European Jewish-mystical Hasidism combined Talmud doctrine and a fidelity to scripture and rites - which often merged into prudery and strict adherence to the law - with a lively and sensually candid earthiness that seemed familiar with all human experience. Its world, which the reader encounters in Singer's stories, is a very Jewish but also a very human world. It appears to include everything - pleasure and suffering, coarseness and subtlety. We find obstrusive carnality, spicy, colourful, fragrant or smelly, lewd or violent. But there is also room for sagacity, worldly wisdom and shrewd speculation. The range extends from the saintly to the demoniacal, from quiet contemplation and sublimity, to ruthless obsession and infernal confusion or destruction. It is typical that among the authors Singer read at an early age who have influenced him and accompanied him through life were Spinoza, Gogol and Dostoievsky, in addition to Talmud, Kabbala and kindred writings.

Singer began his writing career as a journalist in Warsaw in the years between the wars. He was influenced by his elder brother, now dead, who was already an author and who contributed to the younger brother's spiritual liberation and contact with the new currents of seething political, social and cultural upheaval. The clash between tradition and renewal, between other-worldliness and faith and mysticism on the one hand, and free thought, secularization, doubt and nihilism on the other, is an essential theme in Singer's short stories and novels. The theme is Jewish, made topical by the barbarous conflicts of our age, a painful drama between contentious loyalties. But it is also of concern to mankind, to us all, Jew or non-Jew, actualized by modern western culture's struggles between preservation and renewal. Among many other themes, it is dealt with in Singer's big family chronicles - the novels, The Family Moskat (1950), The Manor (1967), and The Estate (1969). These extensive epic works have been compared with Thomas Mann's novel, Buddenbrooks. Like Mann, Singer describes how old families are broken up by the new age and its demands, from the middle of the 19th century up to the Second World War, and how they are split, financially, socially and humanly. But Singer's chronicles are greater in scope than Mann's novel and more richly orchestrated in their characterization. The author's apparently inexhaustible psychological fantasy has created a microcosm, or rather, a well-populated microchaos, out of independent and graphically convincing figures. They bring to mind another writer whom Singer read when young - Leo Tolstoy.

Singer's earliest fictional works, however, were not big novels but short stories and novellas, a genre in which he has perhaps given his very best as a consummate storyteller and stylist. The novel, Satan in Goray, written originally in Yiddish, like practically all Singer books, appeared in 1935 when the Nazi catastrophe was threatening and just before the author emigrated to the USA, where he has lived and worked ever since. It treats of a theme to which Singer has often returned in different ways and with variations in time, place and personages - the false Messiah, his seductive arts and successes, the mass hysteria around him, his fall and the breaking up of illusions in destitution and new illusion, or in penance and purity. Satan in Goray takes place in the 17th century, in the confusion and the sufferings after the cruel ravages of the Cossacks, with outrages and mass murder of Jews and other wretched peasants and artisans. The people in this novel, as elsewhere with Singer, are often at the mercy of the capricious infliction of circumstance, but even more so, their own passions. The passions are frequently of a sexual nature but also of another kind - manias and superstitions, fanatical hopes and dreams, the figments of terror, the lure of lust or power, the nightmares of anguish, and so on. Even boredom can become a restless passion, as with the main character in the tragi-comic picaresque novel, The Magician of Lublin (1961), a most eccentric anti-hero, a kind of Jewish Don Juan and rogue, who ends up as an ascetic or saint.

This is one of the most characteristic themes with Singer - the tyranny of the passions, the power and fickle inventiveness of obsession, the grotesque wealth of variation, and the destructive, but also inflaming and paradoxically creative potential of the emotions. We encounter this tumultuous and colourful world particularly in Singer's numerous and fantastic short stories, available in English translation in about a dozen collections, from the early Gimpel The Fool (translated 1953), to the later work, A Crown of Feathers (1973), with notable masterpieces in between, such as, The Spinoza of Market Street (1961), or, A Friend of Kafka (1970). The passions and crazes are personified in Singer as demons, spectres, ghosts and all kinds of infernal or supernatural powers from the rich storehouse of Jewish popular imagination. These demons are not only graphic literary symbols, but also real, tangible beings - Singer, in fact, says he believes in their physical presence. The middle ages rise up in his work and permeate the present. Everyday life is interwoven with wonders, reality spun from dreams, the blood of the past with the moment in which we are living. This is where Singer's narrative art celebrates its greatest triumphs and bestows a reading experience of a deeply original kind, harrowing, but also stimulating and edifying. Many of his characters step with unquestioned authority into the Pantheon of literature, where the eternal companions and mythical figures live, tragic and grotesque, comic and touching, weird and wonderful people of dream and torment, baseness and grandeur.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

They gave and gave .... a tribute to those slain in Mumbai

The Jewish community at large and specifically our beloved Chabad movement has had its heart pierced by unjustified terrorism. In the past, terror attacks have come and gone with dire consequences. The most recent assault on innocent civilians was one that really hit home. The Chabad community lost two important soldiers, Rabbi Gavriel and Rebbetzin Rivka Holtzberg. I personally did not know the Holtzberg's, but I have heard and read that they were special and unique souls.

The latest strike was one on guiltless people who sacrificed their lives for the better of mankind. People who gave up the luxurious life afforded to them in the United States and Israel, to lend a hand to travelers and the Jewish community in India. They inspired countless numbers of people who passed through their Chabad Centre in Mumbai. They fed anyone who happened upon their house. They made sure no Jew who passed through India was left stranded.

Loving parents, devoted emissaries, respected members of their community, a couple dedicated and committed to pure and holy causes stripped of their lives at such a young age. Murdered because they were good people. Singled out because they were Jewish. Cowardly ambushed out of envious hatred by barbaric fanatics.

In a pure attack on Western culture, its people and hatred towards Jewish Zionism, young men completely manipulated and exploited by terror themed camps, taught by the 'elder' as how to operate guns and grenades, not for defensive purposes, but to ensure as much death and terror to those who are non-Muslim. These terrorists snuffed out the lives of many. However, they have not succeeded in their attempt to derail the Jewish flame and have not intimidated the general populace. We valiantly power on, helping and assisting in wiping out terror from society and spreading messages of hope and salvation. We keep in our mind the fresh images of the 'ultimate sacrifices' of that of the Holtzberg's and others whose lives were cut short. We must take some inspiration as to the lives they led and how they taught and embraced Judaism and life. We progress on in their memory.

Of course questions can be asked, why do bad things happen to good people? Why were these people selected and targeted in the terror attacks?
There are no forthcoming answers.

May the deaths of those holy ones be an everlasting reminder of true commitment to genuine causes. They were stationed in India to teach and provide for the community. The Holtzberg's Chabad House, under the guidance of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, was always destined to be their base where they could disseminate their love and affection to Jews of all kinds. They were 'born' in that Chabad house and tragically died there too. It is no coincidence. They selflessly gave and gave, finally succumbing to unanswerable violence.

We do not to death, we do life.

Baruch Dayan Emet -Blessed is the Judge of truth.

Yiddish and New York

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/7739968.stm

Czech this out..... A nice Yiddish piece and New York

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

November report

Mo(N)ovemeber –  and its tricks.

Well it is that time again, an update of some sorts, due from the North of America, where cold temperatures exist and high ones are sought. The golden leaves have fallen of the trees, coats are being worn and yes, people are just people. The rain descends with precipitation, the Snow has yet to arrive, either has the Messiah.

After a whirlwind trip to Israel, I have returned to pursue my dreams, of obtaining acceptance to practice as an attorney in New York. I have started preparation studies, in familiarising and acquainting myself with American/New York substantive and procedural Law. Being such a diligent and disciplined student, I hold my rope of hope to fare well. (This is where I thank my parents.) So after acquiring some textbooks, some the size of Mt Everest, I have begun the daunting task of preparing myself for the gruesome and horrific New York Bar examination to take place in February 2009.  I have set the goal; I have the task at hand, so waltz with me as I battle the Law front on.

I have also begun the quest, albeit passively at the moment in landing work in the legal field. If anyone knows of someone or something with potential for work opportunity, please do not hesitate in contacting me. I am reliable, hardworking, disciplined, motivated, enthusiastic and of course modest.

My new move is looking bright. I have found a place; I would rather use ‘a place’ than ‘my place’, because I am unsure if anyone can find his or her place in New York. The Statue of Liberty could only find its place on Liberty Island. I rest my case. All in all, I am enjoying the new surroundings and different culture like atmosphere. I like the fact that convenience stores are open 24 hours, with the added bonus of acquiring alcohol. The recent elections and economic financial crisis, which has plagued the markets, is another reason for 24 hour, alcohol selling convenience stores. A coincidence, I do not think so.

I witnessed history in the making during November 2008, as the United States population, (well some of them) voted in a new President. The first coloured man to be elected In America. There were people calling for change, some were calling for a new future, while others said nothing.  History I witnessed, the rest is now shrouded in mystery.

Thanksgiving is imminent; Americans have this holiday celebrating the end of the harvest season. I always welcome in any holiday. Next month Is Chanukah and many other celebrations, ultimately followed By January 19 when the world and I celebrate my Birthday. (Presents and presence are both welcome.)

My Grandmother, Booba Malka, she should be healthy till 120, told me once in the name of the Yiddish writer Sholem Aleichem, ‘that one needs a thousand eyes to cross Broadway’. The eyes represent opportunity. I have this mantra fixed in my mind as I traverse and chase my dreams in America. So I give blessings to one and all, for unlimited possibilities and favourable dreams in the time to come.

Looking forward to hearing from you all.

Have a merry and messy December.

Shlomy

Monday, November 3, 2008

Flight of the Sabra

Some people make lists, where they put together various wishes, things & experiences that they wish to do before they go on to the better world. 


I hope that flying on ELAL Israel Airlines is not one of those wishes.


After recently experiencing one of the most satisfying holidays in Israel, I endured a comedic, danger filled flight with ELAL, from Tel Aviv to New York. I do not intend to report ELAL to the Civil Aviation authorities, but the way Passengers conducted themselves, before, during and after the flight has left me thinking. Do Israeli's really have no manners? Do they think they are superior beings? Is it because they are called Sabra's mean that they cannot sit on their behinds for an extra few minutes, without endangering the lives of fellow passengers? 


I could surely write a whole lot on the incident filled flight. But I'd rather ( if you are brave enough) for you to experience it yourself. 


Seat belts apparently save lives in cars. I assume the seat belts on an airplane is there for protective reasons and not for some fashionable purpose. During the landing stage at New York's JFK Airport, there were young children (all from ultra religious families) found running up the aisles, sleeping under seats and making excessive noise. All at the amusement of their parents. Then of course, before the plane gets to the gate, and whilst still in motion, every Israeli has already unbuckled their belt, retrieved his/her bag and cannot wait the extra minute to disembark. 


Because, they have to be the first one of the plane.


So help me, Lord.


I would like to hear some of your dangerous and hilarious ELAL experiences.

Monday, October 27, 2008

October-Fest Israel Update

Hey everyone, how was your respective month? I truly have had a great time here in Israel. From the moment I touched down at Ben Gurion airport, things have been incredible. There have been jubilant times, merry happenings and some blurry moments. Additionally, we as a family celebrated the arrival of our new nephew, but at the time of writing the name had not yet been disclosed. We wish Sruli and Chaya a tremendous Mazel Tov and congratulations on the yet to be Brissed (circumcised) little boy of theirs.
I had not been to Israel in 5 years and all it took was just one car ride to re-acquaint myself with the surroundings. The culture and attitude I have yet to establish. I would rather not go on the lines of practice makes perfect.
The family times together were special. The hospitality was extraordinary. There were some meals where over ten separate languages were being spoken at the table. There where other meals where 20 separate languages could be heard, however that was probably caused by a state of insobriety of some of the guests. But joy was to be found. I take off my black hat for my sisters and their husbands for making the Festivities, the success that they were.
In the few days of breathing space between all of the festivals, I found some time to hit up some of the more touristy attractions found in Israel. I travelled north to the Tishbi Vineyards and wined and dined with the exquisite dry and semi dry wines on offer. I visited the coastal city of Casarea (in Arabic it would be Qasarea or possibly Kasarea, but I'm no pedant for such things).
I visited the cities of Tel Aviv, Jaffa and Rechovot and things happened there. I saw the secular Israeli culture fused with old Biblical themes. It was a great experience to return and see the holy streets even though they are adorned with the most secular of matter.
I met up with a friend of mine at an intersection on a busy highway. These things only happen in Israel. I ate felafel, I drank Goldstar (Israel's national beer) and I travelled on Egged (Israeli bus service, at times a disservice too).
I managed to do some Museum hopping, which included the Islamic Museum of Art, the Israel Museum, the itinerant Art Focus exhibition, the Museum of Psalms, The Chagall Windows at the Great Synagouge of the Haddasah hospital and the Tel Aviv Museum of Art. It was a great cultural experience to see both modern and ancient art and also that art which has an additional spiritual abstraction.
I now head back to New York, refreshed and (refressed) for the New Year ahead.
My trip to Israel has been unique and like a dream. I observe the streets of Jerusalem and wonder with amazement how the city has been built up. The construction continues. A light rail line is being installed in Jerusalem. Apartment blocks are going up. It is truly a wonderful scene to see.
Israel is small in geographic standards; it is tiny amongst its enemies, but strong in stature. It is akin to the little Sukkah that withstands the howling cyclone type winds. It is that little Sukkah that at the end of the day still stands.
Keep in touch and I'd love to hear some Festive stories from you.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Israel - The interim report

Israel – The interim report.

 

The Days of atonement have passed and we welcome in the days of Joy. Israel is an incredible place. The atmosphere of Rosh Hashana (Jewish New Year) and Yom Kippur (day of atonement) have been electrifying. I prayed at the Mayanot institute in Nachlaot, a small neighbourhood in Jerusalem and the services were heartfelt, inspiring and rewarding. The heralding in of a new year, one blessed with many success stories, new births, good tidings and many more promising themes, was almost perfect.

 

Family time is always welcomed. There is no better way than to spend it in the heart of hearts. Jerusalem has that effect. We prayed together, we feasted together, we were together. I thank my family for their open arms (and houses) on my trip to their suburb. I thank the congregations who have hosted the festival services, and will continue to do so.

 

My stay in Israel is somewhat limited, but I have already ventured out on a few tours. I bussed down the coast to Tel Aviv-Jaffa (Yafa) and toured the old port city of Jaffa. Rich in history and one of the oldest known cities in the Bible, Jaffa offers the opportunity to sample some of the holiest parts of Israel mixed with the most secular parts of modern Israel. Jaffa, a biblical town, mentioned in the Talmud, dates back to the famous Prophet Jonah, who tried to run and hide himself from G-d. How Jonah thought this was possible remains a question. Tel Aviv, the coastal city is a modern metropolis, laden with Judaism and Western culture. Tel Aviv contains some of the holiest streets, yet provides pure secularism to its extreme. An unbalanced approach, an unhealthy environment, a disturbing future.

 

However, so holy.

 

And interim this report is. To be continued....

Thursday, September 25, 2008

My Return

My return in the month of many happy returns - special thanks to my sisters and Brothers in law and cousin Daniel for my smooth arrival.

I have not visited Israel in a long time. A void growing, a feeling of nullity. A time empty and missing. A period where accomplishment of other kinds were completed. However our brothers and sisters in Israel, still feel unaccomplished. They live in fear in a placid land. They are ambushed with savagery of the ugliest kind. But hope they have.

I have the opportunity to visit the holy soil where it all began, how fitting is it, that I have the chance to pay my respects to the holy land as it celebrates the day it was created.Israel has a special vibe and aura attached to it. It is embedded with more than words can express. It depicts more than a picture can portray. It is louder than voices can vocalize.

I have lived in Israel. I have moved on. The feelings for it, the longing to return, the craving to experience more, has never departed. What lies within, is a special and unique lust for its holiness, its vivacious atmosphere, its distinct culture, its nonstop happenings, the vulnerability of its surroundings.

Equipped with a seductive nature, it draws the saint and the sinner to its fields. It speaks to the young and the old, who are looking for some light, in that moment of despair. It brings together the man and woman, seeking everlasting love. It connects families for joyous occasions. It conceives ideas. It produces pedigree. It preserves its reputation. It fights its battles. It allows humankind to live in hope. It makes Jews, worldwide, proud.

A people formed thousands of years ago, a country recreated sixty years ago. Such achievements, many accolades, but not enough recognition. A country that continues to defy all odds. A sovereign state who constantly battles the iniquity and evil of the world. A kingdom rich with culture and education. An army, as small as the ant, yet as strong. A country, where concepts such as despair and hopelessness, do not exist.

The question arises, how does Israel possess such qualities, as to bring serenity amongst many, yet it battles its own hardships of peace? How can human tranquility exist, where violence and bloodshed is in existence? A contradiction. An apparent conflict of themes and notions. No forthcoming answers, no collective solution.

But we return.

Somehow, a magnetic force, not found elsewhere, pulls G-d's holiest creation, the man and woman, to G-d's favourite garden.I return, to spend the holiest part of the year, in the holiest part of the world, with the holiest of people. Pray one, pray all, for the upkeep of our rich country of Israel. Request from G-d, for the protection of our holy brothers and sisters. Let us preserve our home.

Because, what point is man, without a home.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

My Grandfather, the Godfather.

Today, we as a family mourn the loss of our dear grandfather. Da, will be sorely missed with his caring, loving and comedic attributes always to be remembered. He was a husband, father, a grandfather, great grandfather, uncle and friend of many.

Family life and Da, were inseparable. Da cared for the longevity of his family. He poured heart and soul into his family and we are evidence to his hard persevering work. Da has left behind more than words can detail, express and convey. He leaves a beautiful woman in Nana, known as Pet whom he loved endlessly. My mother, Narelle, My Auntie Margo and Uncle Bart, he adored. Da Had 13 Grandchildren, 3 grandchildren in law and 3 great grandchildren. He loved us all. We brought him so much joy.

Da, or known as Dad and Papa Bobby, was the funniest man I grew up with. His sense of humour ranged from the most simple to the most rude. Da Always knew how to bring light upon the occasion. A joke, a laugh and a bottle of Fosters light ice. That was the quintessential persona of Da. He was a champion in all our eyes, he was the Godfather, whom we will always look up to.

I never had the opportunity to ask Da about his stories as a soldier in the Australian army, but here was a man, who had ambitions to be a dentist, but put his country before his personal agenda.

From my young days, Da, followed by his learned student in Uncle Bart, would coach me and my brother Sruli on how to become the next Don Bradman. It was always, 'Keep your eye on the ball'. Da would bowl a cricket ball, or hit a forehand, with much patience as he watched his grandchildren grow and develop into becoming proud citizens of a country that he loved. Obviously, only later in life was I able to comprehend what Da was actually saying, ' Stay focussed, be committed and to be successful, it takes much toil'.

Growing up, Friday afternoon's always has a special place in my heart. Da and Nana would always make regular appearance to 17 Anglesea St, to drop off Fosters light Ice and so that Da could have his Challah, that his 'little Narelle' had made for shabat. He absolutely loved it. He would always inquire as to the happenings in our lives. It was our success and differing paths in life, which made him so proud. I have no doubt, that Da is beaming with smiles from up above.


In recent times, even when it has been tough going, Da would always infuse some humour into the situation. When I was recovering in New York, post surgery, stemming from a car accident, both Nana and Da, amongst others would call to see how I was recuperating. It must have been about day 8 after intense surgery, when Da asked me, 'Shlomy, have you had a drink yet'? To which I replied, actually I haven't, my doctor forbids it at the moment. To which Da replied, 'well in that case, you better switch doctors'. My mother, can attest to the fact, that until today, we still laugh as to what Da said. With broken ribs and in immense pain from surgery, he filled our lives with hope and joy. This was Da.

On the 11th day of Nissan, 5768, the 16th of April 2008, Da was recalled to a better place. It is only fitting, that his mission in this world came to a completion on the holy day of the 11th of Nissan. It is on this day, that the saintly and revered Rebbe of Lubavitch, rabbi Menachem Mendel Scheneerson, of blessed memory celebrates his birthday. Nana and Da, were fortunate enough to receive blessings from the Rebbe, and I know those blessings have come into fruition.

I will forever remember the visit to Capetown, South Africa in February 2004 that Nana and Da made, to visit whilst I was living there. The little time that it was, the memories of such good time will remain with me forever.

Da leaves a legacy, which we live on in his memory. He leaves us with umpteen stories, anecdotes and jokes, for us to remember, laugh over and share.

There are so many things to say and tell, and these are yet a few which I thought were worth a yell.

He loved his family, it was his pride. He lived his family, it was his life.

This is your life Da...........


My Grandfather always told me, 'Marry old, there is less of it'


He also said, with regards to marriage, 'you get less for murder'

Memories of the late Zev & Rochel Simons

As hard and difficult as it is to accept and comprehend the enormous loss of two beautiful people, the telling of tales and anecdotes of their very rich life will allow us all, to enjoy the memories of the late Zev and Rochel Simons OBM. My recollections of the departed are those of more recent times. Fresh in my mind, as if they occurred just yesterday. 


Myself and Menny Woolstone, with many other guests travelled to Chicago in February of 2007, to rejoice in the wedding of Mendel and Rachey Simons. Due to unavoidable circumstances, a snowstorm delayed our arrival in Chicago for the wedding, but as Hashem allowed, we all arrived at the wedding, just in time. The first person to greet us at the hotel, was R' Zev. Mendel, his eldest son, was about to be married, but Zev made it his personal agenda, to greet every single guest with the warmth and love, that he was so well renowned for. The hugs and kisses of Zev, were of the purest kind. He was so overjoyed with happiness for us all to partake in the wedding. Zev could have been giving last minute instructions to Mendel, as he was about to embark on his holy journey of marriage, but instead, Zev showed his true character of genuine kindness and greeted us all and welcomed us personally to the Simchah. 


Another short yet powerful incident that I remember about Zev, was his meticulousness about attending the Mikvah each and every day. I had the opportunity to take Zev to the airport in New York, with Mendel. Zev, had an early flight and we had arranged to fetch him at some certain time. As we approached the house, where Zev was staying, we saw a familiar figure scurrying about in the streets of New York, with towel in hand. Zev was on his way to the mikvah. Zev was adamant that he needed to go to the mikvah, each and every day before he begun his daily work. It did not matter to Zev, if he were to miss his flight that day, he was going to the Mikvah. Things of this kind, are the ingredients to the special, pure and saintly like life that Zev led. He was a giant of Torah learning and teaching. He was a hero, in the actions that he did. 


A man, who taught the young about life, but his young life taken too soon.


Rochel Simons, so I have heard was a lady that never said a bad or evil thing about anyone or anything. Free from political and community rift, she lived her life, raising the proud family that attests to her strong character. The one thing that I have in memory of the late Rochel Simons, is the one time I was visiting in Los Angeles. It was the summer in Australia, and Rochel had come over from her holiday time, to share the time with her family in America. She was so happy and content to be playing with her grandchildren, instilling in them, the path that one is to take in life. To be generous, to be kind, to being happy. Rochel. had a permanent smile on her face, nothing seemed to bother her. A woman of valour, a lady of much kindness. Every Friday, she baked Challot, having in mind the sick, the needy and whomever else needed some help, love or inspiration. 


 I am sure, those beautiful beaming smiles of Zev and Rochel are lighting up Gan Eden with infinite light.


Let us cherish life, not cheapen it.

Let us treasure life, not trivialise it.


The memories remain.


Shlomy Lederman

My Accomplishment


I sit many thousand feet above the ground and write these words, with a sense of relief, accomplishment and gratitude. 


I am on my way, to write further chapters. To continue life in a very different place. I am moving on to new pastures. A new currency. A new language.


I have been fortunate enough, to have studied all over the world, attaining an education, that I would never exchange. A Rabbinical education, culminating in my graduation as a Rabbi and a first class Bachelor of Laws degree. 


Gratitude is due, and I waste no time in thanking my parents for their unconditional love and support of my ambitions and ideals. They are special people, who devote heart and soul to all of the family. Thank you for all the editing and proofreading provided, even though topics such as Cyber Law and Racism or the fusion fallacy of the Common law and Equity divisions, were not enthusiastically interesting.


I thank my siblings for their encouragement and drive as I pursued my studies. They are ever so proud of my achievements, and I now know why. 


I thank all my friends, for being my friends. For always inquiring as to the development and progression of my learning and academic studies.


I thank G-d, for without his presence, none of this would be achievable.


I feel accomplished and rewarded, knowing that I have worked hard and tirelessly in completing my studies. I will take these notions of discipline, training and instruction with me as I build on my next adventures in life. I will grasp the support and encouragement gained from all, and will apply it to my future endeavors. 


I feel proud, but that hardly suffices. The tests and trials of life continue. It is now that the true essence and character of one, becomes evident. 


I wish to impart some words of encouragement, so that others can learn and in turn teach, what I have learnt and been taught. Be strong and determined at the goal in mind. Stay focussed, manage properly and balance your lifestyle. Nothing is impossible, toil and make it somewhat possible. Dream. Dare to dream.


To all my fellow learned friends and family, I wish the utmost success in all that you undertake.


Shlomy  Lederman LLB.


July 2008 Tammuz 5768.


 


 

September - with the King in Strawberry Fields - NYC

September is here. For those who follow the lunar cycle, Elul is here for you too. It is said that the King is in the Field, so here is the opportunity for one and all to go greet the King, and meet his Queen, repent and return, without straying into the desirous strawberry fields of sin.

 New York is treating me well. I have had an incredibly busy month with my involvement in ticket sales for the U.S tennis open. Many tickets were sold, making many buyers happy and content. Roger Federer, the Swiss tennis ace easily won the men’s title. I was fortunate enough to go and see the great Fed play his opening match and from the outset, he was always destined. There was a winner in the women’s draw as well, but somehow the details have miraculously slipped from my mind. The tennis is really a good day or night outing, and for you Jewish mothers, you need not even pack food. At the Flushing Meadows Venue in Queens, where the tennis is held, there is a Kosher stand laden with delicacies of a different sort and a menu that is borderline appetising. But to go to the tennis in New York and not sample a tasteless hotdog would be akin to visiting London and not having a warm beer.

I jet out to Israel G-d willing, in the next few days to spend the High Holidays and the festival of Booths with my siblings who reside in Jerusalem.  Excitement is abuzz and I am psyching myself for my visit. It has been too long since I was last amongst the holy terrain and spiritual metropolis of Jerusalem. I am looking forward to walking through the many ancient and holy roads, praying by the Western Wall, scouring the Ben Yehuda bazaar and beckoning in the New Year. If anyone happens to be in the vicinity during October, please let me know, I would love for you to make a blessing, and drink a beer (Israeli style) in my sisters Sukkah.

I am progressing further in the process for my admission as an Attorney at Law in New York. I intend on taking the Barbri course, a course that many great legal minds have used for admission into the State of New York as a practicing lawyer. The course runs from December to February, followed by the bar exam, held at the end of February 2009.  The New York Bar exam is notorious by nature, but I am determined and motivated, to complete the studies and take the Bar.

Climate change is certainly being evidenced over here in the North, as we settle into the season of Autumn/Fall. I do not intend to raise issues as to climate change and weather because with so many theories, I doubt the interest level exists for another theorist to view an opinion on the matter. However, the days are becoming shorter, the nights longer, as we herald in the new Jewish Year.  Scarves and gloves are being purchased; sweaters and boots are in demand as we witness, once again the beginning of another new season.

September is a special time in New York, as New Yorkers commemorate and remember the deadly terrorist attack of September 11, 2001. For some, it is hoped that the destruction of human life and physical being, was only a bad nightmare. Others have accepted the tragedy and live in hope for the new tomorrow. As we bring in the New Year, let us pray and request from G-d for his protection and guidance and assist us in our battle against the evil and treacherous world that we live in.

So in a message for the New Year, let us not live vicariously, live and dream the good, that life has to offer.

So as we bid farewell to Elul and September, let us think and reconsider our position for the New Year. Because if one doesn’t, they might as well request to ‘wake me up when September ends’.

A happy and sweet New Year.

 

Shlomy Lederman 

A taste of the Big Apple from Brooklyn Orchards.

Well fellow journeyers, it is time that I thought a few words from the North, the former New Amsterdam, were due. 


I can proudly announce that progress and development is being made in my new surroundings here in New York. Slowly and heading towards a state of surety, I am settling into the land, that has been called by some, the land of opportunity. I would even lean towards saying, possibly, the second promised land. A land that does not flow with milk and honey, but Columbus realized that many a year ago. 


I found lodging and reside in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. Of course, Brooklyn is in New York, but some would opine that Brooklyn is a state of its own. Some call it the Ghetto, I have heard others name it Crooklyn. The daring call it the borough of paradise. I moved into an apartment and am sharing with a friend and another, one of the new friends that I have made. I am meeting more kinds, of all colours, shapes and sizes.


The long summer days are absolutely cherished. The weather has had its ups and downs. Freak rain periods are not unusual for a New York summer. A light and sound show spectacular was also witnessed. For most part, the heat of the days are bearable and the nights are in a state between delightful and durable.     


The diverse populace makes life far more interesting. Mystics, mavericks and the devout are seen by the naked eye. The streets are highly occupied in the summer, it seems the crowds come out from their winter hiding and are enjoying the summer bliss. 


I am slowly gathering together information for my application to sit the New York Bar, which takes place in February. Once completed, I will be admitted to practice as an attorney in the state of New York. At the same time, I am looking for employment and with confidence and G-d's help I hope to find something suitable, appropriate and likable.


The Subway still snakes along its track ferrying the ever busy New York crowd from Brooklyn to Manhattan and Queens. The yellow cabs are taking fares across the city and the U.S dollar fluctuates. People are graying, some are growing. Others are evolving. Such is life, it is all about 'living'.


I would like to hear about all of your goings-on and happenings. So be not shy nor dry and please write me a few lines of the finer or even minor things in your life/ves.  


Once again, if you do find yourself in the strange land, be not a stranger, and let me know of your whereabouts. I would love to hear and or see of you. 


Please stay in touch.


Dream. Dare to dream.


Rabbi Shlomy Lederman LLB.

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