tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20815628255601117582012-01-19T09:36:54.854-05:00The view from a first floor apartment in Jerusalem (formerly a 4th floor apartment in White Plains, New York)Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-28007254645239838342011-09-09T12:57:00.000-04:002011-09-09T12:57:07.929-04:00

I listen to WNYC, our local NPR station, all the time. It is one of the consistent joys in my daily life to hear the lineup of shows unfold over the course of the weekday. Morning Edition first, then after an hour of the BBC which I can give or take, the local shows -- Brian Lehrer, Leonard Lopate and Soundcheck, back to the national lineup of Fresh Air and All Things Considered in the late

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Walking on one of our interminable hikes around Vienna (well, enjoyable for me, probably interminable for Toby), we passed the Burgtheater. This magnificent building, built after plans by the most important historicist architect in 19th century Europe, Gottfried Semper, the model for every late 19th century theater in the Austrian Empire (and a few beyond its boarders), was of course on the list

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Last Monday was Yom Hazikaron, or Israeli Memorial Day. While like most American Jews I've always been vaguely aware of Yom Hazikaron, always exactly before Yom Ha-atzmaut (Israeli Independence Day), I admit I've never paid much attention to it. It is one of the trio of "modern" Jewish holidays (although considering the fact that two of these days commemorate tragedies for the Jewish people - Yom

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-13522760979188341592011-05-05T04:29:00.020-04:002011-05-07T15:29:37.475-04:00

One of the highlights of our trip to Vienna for me was the opportunity to visit a place deeply important to me personally and professionally as a cultural historian, the Secession museum. Situated between the Opera and the Naschmarkt (Vienna's answer to the shuk), the Secession has loomed large in my imagination of the city, yet I had never seen it in person before now.First, a little personal

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-78669848470637873122011-05-02T14:46:00.013-04:002011-05-05T09:05:34.288-04:00

I can't say there has been a day that I have walked around in Central Europe that hasn't felt like Yom Ha-shoah, so while it was a coincidence that I happen to actually BE in Central Europe on Yom ha-Shoah, I thought I'd take a moment to reflect on it.First, to explain. I am not, nor have I ever been, a big fan of the approach, well-established among some Jewish groups who approach Europe by

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A day of mixed success. Toby and I had debated what to do today; whether we should jump on to the "Baden Bahn," a train that runs directly from the Vienna opera to Baden bei Wien, the closest spa resort about 26 km south of Vienna, or to stay around the town. The deal breaker was the fact that the Secession museum, one of our must-see sights, is normally open on Sunday and closed on Monday.

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After a wonderful (and far too short) break from Israel over Pesach with Kara and Beruria in White Plains, Toby and I are on the road once again.We left New York late in the afternoon the day after aharon shel Pesach...and to my astonishment found ourselves on a particularly Israeli exodus from galut (exile). A good half of the seats on the Austrian Air flight to Vienna must have been occupied by

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-73621345286615208462011-03-24T16:22:00.005-04:002011-03-28T03:43:49.606-04:00

It's been a loooong time since I've posted...three months by my count. So much has happened in this time. Kara and Beruria came and went, Carl and Sue as well. It's been some time since I've been to the archives, but I've collected enough material for a good couple of years of productivity.Now is a time of a bit more loneliness, a bit more contemplation. Toby's doing fantastically at school. As

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One of the main reasons Toby and I took our expedition to the Czech Republic was to leave Prague and take a motor tour around western Bohemia, specifically to visit some of the many towns that boast thermal springs and medicinal baths. A number of the towns that dot the landscape of what were once crownlands of the Habsburg Empire (later Austro-Hungarian Empire) are the creation of the 18th and

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Of course, as a Jewish historian the main goal of this trip was to once again try and make sense of the locations I visited as the loci of significant, modernizing Jewish populations at the end of the 19th and beginning of the 20th century. In so doing, it is impossible to avoid encountering the ways in which the small remnant -- both of people and of sites -- as they exist today. I have to admit

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-17748257611907831582010-12-11T13:45:00.007-05:002010-12-11T15:04:47.317-05:00

I can't deny that I had expectations on going back to Prague, the first time in a decade and a half. After all, it was where I spent perhaps the most formative semester of my college career. More importantly, of course, it was the point of origin of Kara's and my relationship. It is a place I remember fondly.But this time, the trip was supposed to be (at least in part) all about business. I was

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-33701520535659757722010-11-04T15:32:00.005-04:002010-11-04T16:09:02.009-04:00

Wow! I just realized that it has been half a month since I've posted on the blog...which likely means that the very few readers who I had have given up all hope. Ah well...if you're still out there, here are some more musings.So I'm reading an interesting primer on the Qumran manuscripts -- otherwise known as the Dead Sea Scrolls. Since I am pretty sure I'm going to be teaching ancient Jewish

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-14822319086763679732010-10-15T08:27:00.011-04:002010-10-17T15:50:56.659-04:00

When we first got to Israel, one of my best birthday presents was from Kara, a book published by the Yad ben Tsvi institute. The institute is a sort of combination think tank, tourism and academic center dedicated to studying the history of Israel. Among other things, they sponsor siurim (tours) around Jerusalem led by experts in the history. As I told Toby, Jerusalem is like a living museum,

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-29813857262664963402010-10-05T15:09:00.004-04:002010-10-05T16:07:23.485-04:00

Today Toby and I said a tearful farewell to Kara and Beruria at Ben Gurion, who will be returning to the 'States for a few months. We're both extremely bummed out, needless to say. Although you prepare and prepare, when the time comes to say goodbye, it's just never easy at all.On a happier note, Toby's friend from New York, Ari Jesselson, was in town today, and they had a nice long playdate this

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Well, the hagim are now over, and Kara and Beruria will be heading back to the 'states on Tuesday. Needless to say, I'm not thrilled. About them going back, that is.An interesting conclusion to the holidays on Thursday night. As Kara and I were settling in after putting the kids to bed, we were confronted by a din outside our windows. It was the sound of Hasidic simcha (party) music, clearly

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-4583817447881415232010-09-22T10:41:00.003-04:002010-09-22T10:47:38.608-04:00

At the moment I'm writing this, just a couple of miles away there are riots. An Israeli security guard shot dead a Palestinian man last night in Silwan, and it seems that things are now escalating. Palestinians have apparently been dropping stones on Jews at the Kotel from above, and the police are dispersing them.It's strange to be sitting in a quiet neighborhood in Jerusalem when just a twenty

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-42502651402093542922010-09-11T13:59:00.007-04:002010-09-12T01:18:52.294-04:00

Although the long prayers of Rosh Hashana can grate, I do find that I enjoy the unfettered time sitting in one place (more or less, and children permitting), for usually three or four hours, surrounded by the sounds of the holiday. Usually these include: the hazan, the guys talking, kids running in and out of shul, those same kids being shushed by the guys talking, etc.But mostly I find that it

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-74845328512765082292010-09-08T10:23:00.002-04:002010-09-08T10:35:23.287-04:00

Our first yom tov in Israel! Managed to finish the shopping and cleaning, and now we're getting ready for the onset of Rosh Hashanah.Just a quick observation. It is strange, and I have to admit pleasant, to be in a place where the Jewish holidays are...well...the holidays. All of the Egged buses, in addition to their normal routes, have "Shana Tova" flashing on their signs; the whole country (or

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-44601491990745753892010-09-05T14:43:00.008-04:002010-09-07T06:34:59.333-04:00

So, as some of you may know, I've been spending the last several days on a killer intensive ulpan (= class for Hebrew study) for the sake of improving my conversational skills. It's been great; I'm feeling much more confident in my use of the language...the biggest problem I've had is really lack of confidence and a memory like a sieve, but this really seems to be helping.At any rate, my

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-89296048887301978992010-09-04T14:40:00.003-04:002010-09-04T14:59:16.105-04:00

Well, I hate to say it, but I'm in a funk. This Shabbat which just ended was pretty much a bust.Wait -- I take that back -- we enjoyed a wonderful lunch with Jeff Pearlstein and Nancy Dallek, of White Plains, who were gracious enough to invite us over for a very nice lunch in Baka. Thanks very much!No, the real problem was shul. We (or at least I) have not found a shul that really works. Last

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-82702776491329497312010-08-28T15:55:00.004-04:002010-08-28T16:19:44.591-04:00

So, a few days since I've posted. Happy to say, by and large they have all been pretty good.Let's start with Wednesday. Went to visit Toby's school (our contact, "Rachel" -- we still don't know her last name -- who seems to be the office administrator, has the day off on Thursdays, so...). And I can say this: it was much better than I expected. Although what I expected was that I'd see the school

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J'lem, day one. We had (have) so much we need to get done, and it's not getting done, but I guess we are entitled to one day to acclimate. We didn't actually manage to get out of the flat until about 11, and thought that we'd walk from here (Katamon, Bilu 12, for those just tuning in) via King David Street (so that we'd pass by Yemin Moshe and give Toby his first good view of the Old City), and

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-69526369280087891312010-08-22T15:45:00.005-04:002010-08-22T16:00:00.129-04:00

Well, we had a lovely stay in London (thanks Stef, Ashley and Paige). I admit I was not thrilled to be leaving, mostly because I had a fairly good sense that the going would be a bit harder in points south. After all, no cozy flat in Kew to welcome us, no pub downstairs to slake my thirst....Before that, though, I should mention one of the highlights of the trip, and that was our visit to the V&A

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-30001449825979861022010-08-19T13:54:00.003-04:002010-08-19T14:23:55.127-04:00

We arrived in London last night after a fairly painless flight...five and a half hours, and Beruria only flipped out for the last 1/2 hour so. Quite an improvement over our last long flight!Saying that, I do have to note one thing: even though we really did keep to ourselves quite successfully for the entire flight (and for a family of four with two children under 10, I think we behaved ourselves

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-57079274584383212802010-08-15T19:06:00.002-04:002010-08-15T19:08:28.076-04:00

Hello to my two readers:As you may or may not know, Toby and I will be spending the next year in Israel (academic year, at least). Kara and Beruria will be joining us off and on during the year.Stay tuned for our travel posts...Toby will be posting, too, as well as Kara (and Berur, if we can get her to).Jess

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-59827879411290319512010-06-06T22:49:00.004-04:002010-06-07T17:13:08.387-04:00

They're awful. They truly, truly suck. Their CEO is, to use the vernacular of his homeland, a total ponce.But I think if I had a few bucks set aside, now would be the time to buy BP. (And I'm not the only one.)Facts: the stock is at this point undervalued. The company is not going anywhere (despite bizarre rumblings that it was in danger). It is one of the few global players in a commodity that

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-53447263152661742102009-11-26T23:12:00.008-05:002009-11-30T14:47:44.446-05:00

It's been a long time since I've been to a proper show. OK, saw a little thing in Seattle before we moved back to New York, but it was a band I didn't know, just kind of something to do. So the Pixies. Certainly my favorite band, arguably one of the most influential of the last 20 years of non-hip hop, non-top 40 ensembles; NOT seeing them when I was in college and actually attending concerts

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-29109625430323837982009-11-15T21:05:00.003-05:002009-11-15T21:34:20.987-05:00

I admit with some sheepishness that I am a Wes Anderson fan. Or rather, I should say, I have a love-frustration relationship with his work. On the one hand, I find the style, taste, subjects, characters and preoccupations of his films to be uncomfortably close to my own. So much so, that (and this is where the frustration comes in), I tend to see right through the artifice of his movies, to

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-51713604124140491992009-09-11T11:11:00.002-04:002009-09-11T11:12:25.474-04:00

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-15639571057856153492009-09-07T23:09:00.012-04:002009-09-07T23:45:59.700-04:00

My sister's just left us...in town for a few days with her new(ish) boyfriend, Jimmy. I'm happy to say Jimmy's a great guy, and we had a great time hanging out with them while they were here (although the time was far too short).Beruria and Toby especially seemed taken with Jimmy. I've discovered to my dismay that my little girl is a shameless flirt. Sitting in Pongol (our fave Indian restuarant

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-17776722551835018812009-08-23T21:32:00.004-04:002009-08-24T11:17:17.131-04:00

Today we had Toby's birthday party -- abeit six weeks late (the yearly problem of Toby being born near the beginning of the Three Weeks...I am worried about the therapy bills down the road).It being the last week in August, just about every kid in Toby's class was on vacation. So, it was a small party. Kara did a brilliant job organizing -- the theme was "Jedi Training," and thus we played "Jedi

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-72742595644163646722009-08-06T10:47:00.007-04:002009-08-06T11:21:57.800-04:00

Kara and I watched the documentary Supersize Me last night. For those who don't know, the director of the film decides to take the assertion made by McDonald's -- that their food is not harmful and perhaps even has health benefits -- seriously, and eat a diet composed only of McDonald's food for a full month. To be honest, his experiment is a bit broader: in fact what he's doing is constructing a

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-37858254404588853942009-08-04T08:15:00.005-04:002009-08-04T10:20:00.142-04:00

I have to say it: I'm disappointed to read in today's Times that former SCJ David Souter is ditching the ol' farmstead for what seems to be a McMansion in the next town. Here I thought Souter was an old school New Englanda curmudgeon. Turns out he wants the ancient dream of all retired government employees: a Martha Stewart-approved paint scheme.Reminds me of an old poem by a certain late

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-1505147949830920322009-07-21T10:51:00.008-04:002009-07-24T17:22:34.505-04:00

My intrepid sister-in-law Stefanie recently posted on an issue that is truly close to my heart: the long and tragic decline of what has been, for most of my adult life, perhaps my dearest refuge: Starbucks. Apparently, she notes, the brand is now attempting to cash in on those people who drink coffee but assiduously avoid the ubiquitous green mermaid by opening unbranded stores presumably

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-74468643190182938322009-07-19T21:39:00.003-04:002009-07-20T10:51:11.904-04:00

Ran across this article by Andy Kastner. I've heard him give a similar account as a Shabbat drasha, and I think it is quite powerful.It is his sense of obligation towards not just fidelity to halakha but to the animal itself -- respect for the fact that the entire idea of kosher consumption is to elevate ourselves and the food we consume -- that I find most compelling.

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-48740692138244376962009-07-18T23:15:00.005-04:002009-07-18T23:40:36.258-04:00

So I'm serious now. Readers may come to their own conclusions regarding my sanity, but I've decided that one real solution to my frustration regarding the state of kosher meat production and consumption is to learn shchita myself.I'm not taking anything other than poultry...specifically, chickens (and perhaps the odd duck or turkey). Having visited a local sustainable farm, Hemlock Hills in

Kara-Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02302706182153950666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-55583931999721504152009-07-16T22:38:00.003-04:002009-07-16T23:02:31.098-04:00

I know that I put Robert Reich's blog on my list, but I feel the need to make a specific pitch for the three readers of my blog to have a look. So far as I can tell, the man gets it profoundly right. And it's not just because I find his voice strangely soothing. We are entering a rather disturbing phase in the history of American capitalism. A New York Times article on Monday observes that the

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-42618663453226680132009-07-14T21:58:00.002-04:002009-07-14T22:15:38.727-04:00

This past Sunday, as most readers of Planet Jekatobru know, was Toby's 6th birthday. I've often heard parents say "I feel old" at the passing of one or another landmark in their child's life, and now I know what that means.Toby's a great sport: even though we're putting off his party until after the regular summer festivities of the Three Weeks, he hasn't really batted an eye at the delay. On the

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-3812259549657956422009-07-09T21:19:00.001-04:002009-07-09T21:20:17.151-04:00

That is the best word I can come up with, reading Robert Reich's latest blog post. Have a look:http://robertreich.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-will-recovery-begin-never.html.

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In yesterday's Times, an interesting op-ed regarding McNamara by a nephew of Lyndon Johnson http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/08/opinion/08bobbitt.html?scp=5&sq=mcnamara&st=Search. It's worth a read, and raises a rather subtle, but crucial question about McNamara and morality in general. The author asserts (and, given the author's examples, it is hard to argue) that in fact what drove McNamara --

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-91997556599204657522009-07-08T22:15:00.003-04:002009-07-08T22:19:22.724-04:00

I almost forgot: two of my three new books on eating arrived today. Michael Pollan, In Defense of Food, and Lappe & Terry, Grub. What I really need now, though, is advice on urban-apartment-dwelling fruit and vegetable preservation. My goal: full-on seasonal eating. I want to purchase my food only locally and in the season it is produced, and preserve it for the non productive seasons. Crazy?

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-46123932146351492902009-07-08T22:04:00.002-04:002009-07-08T22:13:09.093-04:00

Today is the second day in a row that I've been able to ride. This summer I had hoped to get up to my pre-New York levels of cycling, but it seems having a job really puts a damper on your amateur bicycle career. Yesterday rode to Bronxville, today to Kensico Dam (and rode my bike to the farmers market in downtown White Plains to do the produce shopping)...not the Lake Washington Loop, but it's a

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-13911244195355402482009-07-07T08:30:00.012-04:002009-07-07T10:55:18.357-04:00

An interesting column by Bob Herbert in today's Times: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/07/opinion/07herbert.html?_r=1&ref=opinionWhich led me to muse: Rumsfeld v. McNamara. The comparisons are obvious. Whether one picks policy positions, relationship to industry, hair or eyeglasses -- one looks at Robert McNamara and Donald Rumsfeld and could be forgiven for thinking that the make-or-break

Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10549667740080297859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081562825560111758.post-73654603376747231182009-07-06T22:16:00.000-04:002009-07-06T22:38:14.777-04:00

I don't remember it being like this. Really. I remember the thrill of home ownership being so exciting that the little inconveniences, irritations, incompletnesses didn't bother me (or at least they've been occluded in my memory). My day today: waiting for the Verizon guy to (again!) try to get our service set up. It seems the last guy (who took a total of 12-14 hours last week to -- incorrectly,

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My quest to identify and listen repeatedly (at least 10x/album) to the top/most influential/whatever rock albums of all time continues. Here is the list thus far, in no particular order:The Beatles, RevolverThe Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground and NicoLed Zeppelin, IVBob Dylan, Bringing it all Back HomeBeach Boys, Pet SoundsCream, Disraeli GearsThe Jimi Hendrix Experience, Are You

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OK: so, at long last, I will be sparing my very patient immediate family my rants on the state of literature and the arts, the deficienciesof New Yorkers, the flaws of Sarah Palin and the horrors of industrial foods by putting it on the family blog. Thanks, Stef, for the suggested name (I would imagine it isn't terribly opaque). Stay tuned!(Although, let's be honest, probably Kara will be doing

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