Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Last Tuesday of 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Crush Hamas and brave the backlash
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Today's annoyances
The sleeping innocent Lion
Saturday, December 27, 2008
I am Proud of The Israeli stance on Gaza operatives.
Friday, December 26, 2008
The final hurrah of 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Some music for your ears
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
Monday, December 22, 2008
Global Warming
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Everything is Illuminated - Happy Chanukah
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
Friday, December 19, 2008
Snow in New York City
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Make a toast in memory of my grandfather
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Day of Redemption & Gratitude
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Brooklyn Museum - Gilbert & George exhibition

Sunday - 14 December
Friday, December 12, 2008
Zimbabwe and Mugabe
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Currency
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Life and Death on the Subway
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
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 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
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
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.
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