Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I 'love' you (not) (Repost)

This is a repost. The original post was written on February 20 2009 and can be found here.



I'm standing on the train and across from me is a young couple, so obviously in love. they can't keep their hands and eyes (and mouths) away from each other. He keeps whispering sweet nothings in her ear, to which she responds with blushes. And their 'conversation', if it can be called such, is peppered with the phrase 'I love you' too many times to count, and usually ends off with 'baby', or some other endearment. So obviously in love.

Too graphic for you? Ya, I was there. My eyes were averted the whole time, wishing I was somewhere else. I don't understand why people feel the need to broadcast their 'love' for the world to see. Or maybe I do understand, all too well.

Love. Such a strong word. So complicated, and yet, so simple. A word with such meaning behind it, so much potential. It is a universal term, used in every culture and religion, though its form may change.

Life is dependant upon love. Without love you can not truly live. You may think you are living, but in reality, you are merely existing, being. your heart is pumping, your body is moving, you can think, speak, and simply be. But this is not really life at all.

If G-d wanted us to exist on our own, He would have created each of us on our own little independent planet, where we could command our own universe, and enjoy our singular company, and never have to see another face.

But He created this world with billions of people in it. He wants us to interact, to live together in peace and harmony. We each have a purpose here. We are each traversing our own specific path in life. But along the way, we will rub shoulders with many strangers, and have to learn how to live, and get along with them.

Every person was born with the amazingly powerful ability to love, and be loved in return. It's like a storehouse, where it collects, and sits, and grows. At the right time, we can let it out, and endow it upon those special people in our life who are deserving of it.

As we go through life, we need to decide to whom we give this love. Unfortunately, many times we make mistakes, or misjudge a particular situation, and give this love to undeserving people. They may actually hurt us, or use it against us, or disregard it entirely, and throw it back in our faces.

The outcome is different with every person. With some people, their trust may have been so badly shattered, that they lock the love up inside, and are overly careful to guard it next time. If this happens to often, they may never feel comfortable with sharing this love, causing people to make the incorrect assumption that they are incapable of loving, when of course this isn't true, since every human, living being is capable of feeling love.

Other people may decide that they made a mistake this time, so must try harder next time, and might keep throwing around their love and getting hurt time and time again.It is all a matter of trust.

A word represents the definition, the meaning behind it. The word itself is important because of what it means, and they way you use it will change the sentence, or the outcome.

The word 'love' has much meaning behind it. It represents feelings and emotions, caring, and kindness, and sharing, giving and taking, having and holding. If used the right way, this one word can mean the world to someone. It can be used to communicate how one feels towards another.

But people misuse this word. They drag it through the mud, they say it without thinking, thereby causing it to mean nothing, lowering it.

I love my family. I love my close friends. It is a love I am certain of, I don't doubt it. It is an unconditional love, and I am comfortable telling them I love them. I don't need to proclaim this love, because it is known. However, I will say it when i feel it. When you feel extremely close to someone, or you are in an emotional mood, you may tell someone you love them, because that's what you're feeling at the time. And that's healthy.

The problem is when people say it, and don't mean it. I do someone a favor. They tell me, 'thanks so much, I love you!' I bake really good brownies. they say, 'Oh my G-d, I love you!' I help a girl with an assignment. She says, 'your the best, I love you!'

And I want to scream, No you don't! You don't love me, you don't mean it, so don't say it!
Because they are abusing the term, the feelings that are meant to be had behind it, and it bothers me.

My friends know me. I am very careful with saying 'I love you'. Meaning, I hardly ever say it. We have this joke going. My friend will say, 'Altie I loooove you!!', and I answer back, 'I like you toooo!' Only it's not really a joke, its how I feel.

They tell me, 'Oh you know you love me!' Maybe. I don't know. Again, it's a matter of trust. If in the past I was certain that I loved someone, and then they broke that trust, it will take me longer to trust someone now.

I'm sitting in a restaurant, and at the next table over is an older couple, your typical Grandma and Grandpa. They sit in silence, no words exchanged throughout the whole meal. They don't even seem to be looking to each other.

I puzzle over this, and conclude they must have had an argument, or be bored in each others company. But then I notice something strange. they are each using only one hand to eat with, and the second hand is not in sight.

I look closer and realize, they are holding hands under the table, and have not let go once during the meal. The husband glances briefly at his wife, and there is a look of such utter and pure love in his eyes, I feel my heart twist, and a tear forms in my eye. this couple is so in love, and by the looks of it, have been for many years.

There is no need for words, or public gestures. The knowledge of it between them, alone, is enough. This love is like old wine. the longer it sits, the sweeter it gets.

When a couple starts out in life, there may not be love, per se. In real life, people don't meet and fall in love, and have sparks of feelings, and live happily ever after. Maybe in books, or movies.

In life, a couple gets married if there is attraction between them, mutual respect, friendship, feelings. Yes, there must be feelings, and you may like this person. But most often the love comes later on. After living with him for awhile, seeing his flaws and faults, enjoying his company, and getting to know him, then the love will come. There's a certain point in a relationship, and when you pass it, you just know. You feel it in your heart. That is true love.

In other languages, Spanish, for example, there is more than one word for the English word 'love'. You don't 'love' your car the same way you love your family, or even your dog. They have more than one word to express the different types of feelings.

In the English language, there is only one word. There are advantages, and disadvantages to this. On the one hand, it should cause you to think twice before you say it, and be careful to say it only when you mean it. But then there are people who abuse it, and use it for every situation, and in every context.

Sometimes they feel uncertain. they doubt this love so much themselves, that they feel a need to prove to the world that they are actually in love. Thus the behavior of the couple on the train.

If you are comfortable, and certain of the love, it won't matter whether other people believe you are in love, or see it. The only people it will matter to is you, and the object of your love.

If you view it as precious pearls, you'll be way more careful how and when you use it. Make sure to let those special people in your life know that you love them, even if it hurts you to admit it. You never know if this time may be the last time.

Don't horde it, or lock it up and throw away the key. But don't leave the door wide open for every stranger to come in and walk all over your heart.

'Love can touch us one time, and last for a lifetime'.

It is so powerful. Only you have the key.

Use it wisely.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

The world we live in

"I Googled him, and it came up 'No results found.' So clearly, he is not a person."

When you meet a new person do you:

A) Google them.

B) Look them up on Facebook.

C) None of the above.

If you answered C, I would assume you are either old, or computer illiterate.

What are the benefits of NOT googling someone, and learning about them through actual contact and conversation? Like how they did it in the 'good ole days' and got to know someone by asking them questions about themselves.

I watched a show in which two people who met agreed to not search each other online before the date. One of them ended up breaking the agreement, and everything he found out about the girl put him off so much so that he couldn't talk to her normally.

The quote above is from a TV show. And while it is a funny sentiment, it is a sad truth about our society.

It is both a major benefit and a major hindrance, the way we as a society put our trust in the internet, believe what we read and judge people based on that.

Thoughts?

Saturday, November 12, 2011

My Mama always said...

Did you always do what your mother told you to do? I mean as a kid. When my father told me not to pick my bowl up to my face to drink the rest of the cereal and milk, I waited till he left the room and did it anyway. Even as adults we hear our parents voices echoing in our heads. Don't touch that before you wash your hands. Its rude to point. Say excuse me. Hopefully we have come to internalize these messages.

Did your mother ever tell you not to cross the street by yourself? When I was a kid I was told I could cross by myself but only at the corner. This was very frustrating as we lived smack in middle of a long block and each corner was equally far away.

Did you always listen?

I saw a frum kid standing by the corner by himself. I ws thinking to ask him if he needed help. But he stopped a frum guy and asked him in yiddish to help him cross the street.

I thought this was cute. I guess some kids really do listen.

But what compels us to listen and obey the rules set forth for us? Because we understand them? A kid doesnt understand what danger is but he responds to the sound of his parents voice when he runs into the street. We hope that they have our best interest at heart and know what they are doing otherwise why are we following such stringent laws?

At what point do we stop taking it on good authority and decide for ourselves the rules?

There are always rules in life. Some we choose to follow, and some we disobey. If we disregard a red light, we will get a traffic ticket. Therefore most drivers will not run a red light. They can immediately see the repercussions of their actions.

But what about situations in which we can tell ourselves, it won't really affect us? Or further, it will only affect US so why would anyone else care?

That is in essence what we say every time we cross in middle of traffic, or don't pay taxes, or go to work late.

It is all about taking responsibility for your actions and realizing that there are rules for a reason.

That little boy was told to ask a grown up to help him cross the street. So he did. I wonder how long he would have waited for someone to come until he gave up and crossed by himself.

We were brought up with rules. But there comes a point in time when no one is watching you anymore, no one is telling you what is right and what is wrong. And at that point you must make your own rules, your own decisions regarding set rules.

And hopefully, by the time we get to that point, we will have been prepared enough to make the right decision.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Funny Friday

Found here


I particularly like #8 :)

People have added their own, such as:

Keep your foot between the doors, and say to others that you are expecting a friend... After a while, let the doors close and then ask loundly: Hey Derp, how was your day?..... Then smile to others and whisper: I'm sorry that i'm shouting, my friend is half deaf....

Open your purse/bag and ask "Is there air enough in there?"

Have any funny ones to add?

This was cute too.

Hope you had a good laugh. Wishing everyone a wonderful Shabbos (shawbis).

-Altie

Night owl

I am a creature of the night. I should ask my mother, maybe if I was born at night it would all make sense. I love being awake at night when the house is dark and quiet and everyone is asleep. Two years ago I had a wacky schedule and was up late pretty much every night. I kind of liked it.

But alas, now I have a job. Yup. I forgot to tell you. I got a job. And I pay my own rent and I buy my own food and do my own laundry. No I don't expect anyone to pat me on the back and say good for you, you're a grown up now. But you know what? It feels damn good.

Today I bought a bottle of beer (for a friend, I don't really like beer) and they carded me. I think cuz I walked up to the counter smiling. I guess I don't yet have the whole 'nonchalant' down pat yet. So I smiled in an innocent kind of way and said really, you need id? He said really. I thought he'd just glance at it but he took out his reading glasses like he was getting ready to read a book and he perused that license like he was looking for a fake.

He made some sort of comment about me only recently turning 21. I said ya I don't use my id much to buy alcohol.

When will I stop feeling like a kid and start thinking of myself as a grown up? I think maybe when I get my first credit card. I'll let you know.

I was just rereading old blog posts of mine. It is so nice to take a trip down memory lane. I think I will start reposting some of the better ones, for those of you who never had the time to go through my archives, and just because some of them were really good.

I had a feeling, it's hard to explain. But it kind of felt like that girl from 2 years ago and the me here and now are 2 different people. I feel like I have changed a lot since then, and not all of it has been good.

That's another reason I like having a blog, it is like a window to my past. I can read old posts and relive it and remember exactly what I was thinking and feeling when I wrote it. I love it.

Although there is a part of me that wishes I could reclaim some of the naivete? Serenity? More like, inquisitional, that part of me that always questioned and dove into myself and tried to find the answers. I'm not sure if I have already found some of the answers or I have just stopped looking.

So although I want to go back in time and reclaim those feelings I put into my posts, I can't. And like everyone, I have my good days and my bad days, and I have dealt with a lot of change in the past 3 years. A lot. I have grown up a lot and discovered things about myself and other people.

I can't entirely say that I am happy where I am right now, but if I did that wouldn't be good either. We can't be stagnant we need to be constantly going up. Not down.

I miss those days where I stayed up all night and slept all day and did nothing and my life was empty and carefree. Sounds nuts, right? But it's late and I have work in the morning (I love the sound of that) and it's a good thing.

Attention world: I've grown up! It's a good thing.

I feel bouncy. Honest to G-d, I hate mood swings. I really do. But I just spoke to my mother, and I feel like I can climb the biggest mountain and get to the top.

Enough rambling. Good night world, and look out for some of my old posts in the next few days. Like they say, an oldie but goodie.

My sister (I dunno if she still reads my blog) once said that my posts are fabulous and thought provoking. I don't know what she would say of them now, but I would like to try and reignite that style of posting. Any suggestions are welcome.

My wish to all of you tonight is that you find true meaning in your life. A meaningful life is one worth living.

Be well.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Subway Folly

I felt a tap
light as air
wasn't sure that it was there.

I turned around to see who
had the audacity
to touch me.

She looked at me
right in the eye
and asked to go by.

That's 3 mishaps I counted
Three!
That this girl has done to me.

She touched me!
Oh my!
I think I'll now cry!

She looked me in the eye!
Oh the glare!
Oh the stare!

she asked to go by?
She spoke to me?
How wrong! can you agree?

I let her go
all the while
thinking what a weird child.

The subway
no less!
She doesn't know better, I guess.

Shaken and confused
I let her go.
Maybe she doesn't know.

On the subway
you dont look
anywhere but in a book.

On the subway
you dont hear
besides the music in your ear.

On the subway
you dont touch.
Besides the pole which you clutch.

If you dare to deter
from the unspoken rule
beware, people are cruel.

It was nice not knowing you
it was nice to not talk.
on a subway full of people
I'd rather not get stalked.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Mystic

I like fog because if makes the colors of the traffic lights bleed. Like when you dab paint on a piece of paper and then drop some water on it and watch as the color spreads to the edges of the paper.

Fog makes everything look blurry. Shrouds everyone in a cloud of mystery. Is that a person or is that a ghost? I wonder.

Fog is like a sleepy blanket, covering the world in its film.

I would not recommend driving in foggy weather, but on a foggy night, I like to be outside, because it is such a cool sight.

I watch people fade into the distance until they are gone, swallowed whole by the creature of the night.

I breath out and my breath curls and I want to be the fog, light as air.

Though tomorrow will come and it will be sunny and the mystery will be gone, tonight the fog floats.

Mysterious.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Food for thought

I watch from afar with a small smile playing on my lips, knowing that these people's comments are all directed at me, only they have no idea who I am. It is kind of like an out of body experience.

You don't need many people to agree with you to know you are right. Although agreeable comments do fortify my opinion in that regard.

I am a simple person by nature. I like simplicity versus complicated, and I like calm as opposed to chaos. I try not to start arguments nor debates, not because I have nothing to say on the topic but because sometimes it is better not to unleash the demons you would like to remain hidden.

Some people might call me naive or say I 'have my head stuck in the sand'. But at the end of the day, when it all boils down and evaporates, what is left after all the steam? What exactly is the substance in life?

If I can say I am a good person and today I did something nice for someone and made them smile, then no steam in all the world can bring me down.

All I'm saying is, sometimes arguing will get you no where, but a simple kind word or gesture can bring people closer together.

Food for thought.

Little baby

Little baby,
look at me.

Light as air you rest
in the crook of my arm.

Little baby
can't you see.

I am here
to protect you from any harm.

Little baby
Your aunt I'll always be.

I'll always love you.
Even when we are apart.

Little baby
I feel your steady beating heart.

Little baby
open your eyes

Look into mine.
The beginning of your journey in time.

Little baby
Peace descends upon me.

I watch you slumber.
As I rock you gently.

I smile at you.
So little and fragile.

A new life.
A miracle.

A week and a day old.
As your story unfolds.

And for one short hour.
You are mine to hold.

Love you precious babe.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Tear drop

In the dark I let the tears flow.

I can't help it.

They drift slowly lazily down my cheaks.

It is the dark like a blanket that reassures me that nobody can see me
crying. That no one can hear me sniffling.

I clench my teeth and will it to stop.

I can explain away my emotions as a bad day. As discouragement.

But I know it is deeper than that.

As I watch the twinkling lights go by through the window I pull myself together and wipe my running mascara. I will move on like I always do.

Cuz crying will get you no where.

Even if it feels good to indulge.

I close my eyes exhausted and hope to G-d I have the strength to overcome all of life's challenges.

The sun will come out tomorrow

I always loved the song from Annie:

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya
Tomorrow!
You're always
A day
A way!

Shabbos day the weather was so clear. I like winter days that despite the chill in the air the sun warms you and makes everything seem fresh and bright.

Last night the sky was so clear and the moon was so bright. I watched men saying kiddush levana on my way home from my brother's house.

It is funny how easy it is to forget that tomorrow is a new day. And yet every time I  talk to my mother she reminds me.

"Just relax and go to sleep and everything will be better in the morning."

She's always right. And it always is.

And if you ever feel like when will this misery end, remember, it is already tomorrow in Australia!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Unravel

Have you ever pulled at a loose thread on your shirt, or a carpet? Watch the thread unravel, as more and more pulls out.

Try pushing the thread back into the hole. It cannot be done.

Sometimes things unravel so much that they can't be fixed.

Sometimes we diverse so far from the truth that we forget where it is we started.

And when we see snapshots of ourselves, or read previous conversations, we cannot believe that that was really us.

Sometimes it takes something big to jolt us back to reality.

But the problem is when we have a hard time deciding what is reality, exactly.

Things change. People change. Sometimes for better and sometimes for worse.

We wish we could hold onto the past, but sometimes it is just better to let it go.

And move on.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

3 years and 600 posts later...

A bloggaversary is much like a birthday in the sense that it is a time to celebrate an accomplishment. I stuck to something for 3 years. Funny. I always thought I have a hard time committing.

For this 3 year mark I want to answer 3 questions: Why I started blogging, why I still blog, and why I plan on continuing to blog.

I started blogging randomly. The who what where when and how of it is unimportant. But I liked having an outlet for all the brilliant thoughts that pop into my head.

I still blog because it helps me sort out my thoughts, I like that I have an audience, and it is a stepping stone G-d willing to my future career as a writer.

I plan on continuing my blog because even though I don't feel it every day, and even though not all of my posts reflect it, I know that I have something to share, and that there are people out there who are inspired by what I write. And I want to be able to inspire others.

The past 3 years:

I've made random weird blogging friends and acquaintances.

I've had practical jokes played on me.

I've evoked emotion in other people.

I've made myself question and think.

I've become a better person through my blog.

I hope to still be blogging in 3 years from now, despite the G-d willing constraints on my time that a husband and family will bring.

I do hope you all have enjoyed my blog, and feel free to leave a comment as to which posts you have particularly enjoyed or identified with.

Moving on :)

Thursday, November 3, 2011

That's not my problem

Call me a New Yorker, (a title I am at times proud to call myself), call me obnoxious, call me whatever you want. But sometimes, I just don't care.

It is said that New Yorkers are always in their own little world, don't pay attention to anyone around them, and are deaf to the sound of a cry for help. While some of this may be true, it is evident by events such as 9/11 that as a people we all come together when it is really needed. Much like a family. Okay, a dysfunctional family.

I'd say this excerpt from a review on the new TV show '2 broke girls' describes New York City in a nutshell: "Subway indifference: When Max gets accidentally tasered on the subway by a sleeping Caroline, she collapses to the ground while the other train riders completely ignore her. When she gets up, she shouts, “I’m good. Thanks for the help, New York.” Sounds about right: The activities that subway passengers will not take out their earbuds for are boundless."

So we are indifferent. That doesn't mean when you need us we won't be there. But sometimes it's really not my problem.

Which brings me to favors. I am a sucker for saying yes. Ask me for a favor and I'd rather say yes than disappoint you. Does that make me a wimp? Or a really nice person?

But imagine this scenario:

Someone asks you to pick up something of theirs which someone else brought in for them from out of town, and drop it off at another person's house so it can finish its journey and end up at their door. They don't tell you exactly what the items are so you don't know if you will be able to carry them or not.  Then when you graciously agree to help them out you get to the address they told you and low and behold! It's the wrong house. Apparently the people who lived there are now dead.

Thankfully, the real and very much alive family lives 2 doors down. Next step: Knock on their door. No answer. Okay, call them. But no number. Their name is impossible to spell, not to mention you aren't even sure it's the right house.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Confirmation of correct address, but they are not home.

After all this, you've wasted a good 45 minutes of your day and are rightfully frustrated.

And then the person asked you to try again another time. Really?

If I didn't like her so much I would have told her what I really thought.

If, (and I say if since it is a rare occurrence,) I ever ask people for a favor this is what I would do:

Call the people who brought in the package, make sure they are home, arrange a time when the person I have asked to pick it up can come, etc. I like when things are organized and coordinated so as not to put people out.

End of story: I finally stopped by there one day on my way home from work after much friendly cajoling on the friend's part. Annnnndddd.... (drum roll please) they told me the package was already dropped off at the person in mention's relatives house. And she never bothered to tell me. (Okay, I did keep telling her that I 'forgot' to arrange to pick it up but that was my nice way of saying, find another sucker to do it.)

A wasted stop.

Now if this is not the place where I can use all the obnoxious New York energy I have built up, I don't know when is.

I would like to believe that I am a nice person. Sometimes more or less than others. There are many ways to be nice to people, and it doesn't always involve putting yourself out on the behalf of others.

Ask me for directions, I'm happy to help if I can. Ask me for a ride and if I had a car I'd give you one. Ask me for money and I'll lend you some if you need.

You know that joke that says, a good friend would bale you out of jail, but a true friend would be sitting there next to you saying, oh no we messed up?

Well, if you ever call me from jail, you better be real sure that we are true friends, otherwise:

"Sorry sweetie, that's not my problem."

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Groan


Not that I am not an advocate of change, but c'mon, what was wrong with the old version?  What happened to older is better? Aged wine, wizened old folks. And the fact that I have no choice in the matter. Taking away my free choice. Soon, Google will rule the world!

P.S. This is my 600th post! I think that's something to celebrate :)

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Everything

Emotions run through your hand like a current.
You want them to reach her, like electricity.
You want her to understand what you feel without having to say the words.

Because sometimes words just arent enough.
Sometimes there are no words.

And so you squeeze her hand tight.
As a lump forms in your throat.
And you just hope that it is enough.

You hope that she will understand all that you do not say.
All that you will never say.
But you feel.

Relationships are not built on words.
Sometimes the words "I love you" mean nothing.
And silence speaks volumes.

So I hug her tight.
And silently thank her.
For everything.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Mazal Tov!

B"H my sister had a healthy baby girl this morning! Niece number 2! May the parents have lots of nachas from her!

Toronto!

On the bus en route to Toronto for my friends wedding. Email me if you want anything nice- maple syrup, a Canadian flag, 3 leaf clover, chocolate. :) Stay warm!

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Fire and ice

Remember what it felt like to be a 17 year old boy and think you knew better than everyone else about everything? Ya, not me.

But there are some things which are just plain stupid. Like leaving to a destination an hour and a half before Shabbos starts. Sure, little brother says. I'll get there in time. Doooon't woooorry.

5:40 Friday afternoon- stuck on the Williamsburg bridge en route to Crown Heights for Shabbos.

Not only do we have no idea where he spent Shabbos, or if he is okay, but my mother went into Shabbos worrying about him and what he would do.

Word to the wise- or rather, the dumb, do not leave yourself at the mercy of shabbat.com, (a website where families can register as shabbos hosts for guests or stranded travelers) or local shluchim. Leave yourself enough time to get to your destination before shabbos.

Playing with fire is dangerous.

In other news, it snowed! Me being a non-believer, I didn't believe the weather forecaster who said we were expecting snow. So when I woke up and saw white outside my window I grabbed my glasses and- behold! White fluffy chunks were descending from the heavens!

We sat at the shabbos meal and watched people trudge through the snow all day, their hats covered with plastic bags. I was not brave enough to go outside.

Snow in October????? Weird stuff. But snow always makes me feel like a kid again, the urge to pick up a handful, form it into a snowball and lob it at an unsuspecting passerby.

UPDATE: my brother is safe and made it to Crown Heights for shabbos. Since he will never read this blog I get to say: you idiot!

Enjoy the snow! Falalalala winter wonderland!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Simply, Good Shabbos

I bumped into a girl who I went to high school with. As we were catching up she said, 'I really liked getting your emails, they were really nice to read.' I wracked my brain to figure out what she was talking about. Then I remembered that I used to send out mass emails before every Yom Tov. I used to send out a lot of nice inspirational emails, but have not done so in awhile, mainly because I now have a blog where all my inspiration is vetted, and also because time has passed and I have lost touch with people I used to be close to.

This post is not about losing touch, nor the passage of time, although there is a lot to be said on that topic.

This is simply, good shabbos.

When I was in 5th grade we had a system called 'Shabbos phone calls', and my teacher set it up so that each girl would call one girl to wish her a good shabbos, as well as receice a good shabbos wish from another girl. It's a great concept, yes, but for a girl who is shy or gets nervous on the phone, it was hard or me every week to force myself to do it. But then I thought about that poor girl not getting a good shabbos from me, maybe waiting by the phone, (okay that is a bit melodramatic.) Or how I would feel to not get a call.

And so every week I called one girl in my class to wish her a good shabbos.

Life gets in the way and we abandon these simple pleasures. Yes I say pleasures because I smile every time I get a good shabbos text from someone, knowing that they took the time to think of me. And I want to make others feel the same way.

I used to text a few people to wish them a good shabbos. Now I will occasionally call my mother if I am not home, and maybe text a friend or two.

Now I am in a jovial mood, despite the forecast of snow. I am home for shabbos, I hugged my baby brother, (he's 14, but still a baby :) ) and my sister made chicken soup! I haven't had chicken soup in a long time.

I hope my good mood will rub off on all of you.

So here's a simple good shabbos wish, and enjoy the simple pleasures in life!

I liked Sheva's post from my shtub. It gets you in the mood.

Theme song

Didn't you ever wish that your life was accompanied by music at all the epic moments? If your life was a TV show, what would be the theme song?

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Freezing toes and carrot nose

Wind blowing through thin orange sweater
So cold, hating this weather.

Watching the temp dropper, wondering how low it'll go,
when in Albany they already have snow.

Can't breath throw my nose, freezes my insides,
When will this fierce wind subside?

Freezing cold but warm inside,
these two at odd through the window collide.

Causing fog, a misty glow
I draw a frown so you will know.

Winter winter go away,
Oh how I miss the summer days.

Frolicking in the pool soaking up the sun,
now all the fun is done.

Snow man with carrots, snow balls afly,
sun no where to be found in the sky.

Wishing for summer to come again,
when will winter be over, oh when?

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Only Simchas!

I have a dilemma, a very big dilemma, but it is a good dilemma, one that many people should have to make.

Two of my classmates/friends are making their wedding on the same day!  I just found out. One scheduled hers like a month ago. The other girl just decided recently, without knowing that the 1st girl already picked that date.

I like them both equally, (they are not reading this :) ) one wedding is 'in town' (meaning 4 hour drive), the other wedding is a 10 hour drive/bus ride away. I wish I could clone myself and go to both.

Oh, what to do?

Oprah!!

Apparently, Oprah Winfrey, THE Oprah, the only one, was in Crown Heights today!

Not only did I miss seeing her, but my sister-in-law got to meet her!!! How cool is that??

Ya I'm feeling very jealous right now.  

What lies ahead

Strain your eyes
to see the goal.

Though it may be far away,
you'll get there someday.

If you work for it.

The important things in life
don't come easy.

But how much greater it feels
when you accomplish them.

Ask the person who was paralyzed
and learned to walk again.

Or the blind man
who paints.

To say "I can't"
is to give up without trying.

And if you have not even tried,
you have already failed.

Walter Hagen said, "You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry. Don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way."

But if you stop,
don't forget to start again.

Be sure to not get distracted by the little unimportant things in life
and lose site of the goal.

Lest you forget what you were brought down here for.

And some things that seem important or devastating in the moment,
might later turn out to be nothing at all.

So stay focused.
Never lose sight of the goal.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Noah's Ark


:) This made me smile. 

Tell me the truth

Friends are like the black outlines of a picture. When you get too close to the edge, they help you stay inside the lines.

Friends are there to remind you of who you really are, just in case life gets in the way and you forget.

Good friends are forever. Because even if you grow apart, they are always in your heart.

I am not the mushy type. Really. I don't cry around other people. I'm not a 'let's hug for everything' kind of person.

But there are times, special times when you can say, where would I be without my friends? WHO would I be without them?

This is a post for the friend who jolts me back to reality and says "?נו, וואס טוטס דו"

The friend who holds me to a higher standard than I hold myself.

The friend who makes me want to be a better person.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Cold

"I get knocked down.
But I get up again.
You're never gonna keep me down."

I feel it coming on.

Starts off with just the sniffles.

Then a scratch in the back of my throat.

Then a few sneezes.

Using extra tissues.

Then my nose is stuffed and I can't breath.

Then a sneezing fit.

Can't go anywhere without tissues.

The cold seeps in and it just won't leave.

On a good day, I step outside and the fresh air revives me.

On a bad day I lay in bed feeling like I'm dying and wishing for release.

So hear me now, winter.

I will kick your @ss.

I will crush you.

I WILL breath again.

And when you come knocking at my door, beware.

I won't be there.

Because this winter I have decided to join my grandparents in sunny Florida.

Okay that's a lie.

But if you come for me, just know this:

"You're never gonna keep me down."

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Gut Yom Tov! From Chabad.org

We all have moments when, although things are not going all that well, we put up a façade and paste a smile on our faces. We sometimes go to great lengths to mask our inner feelings. We'll go about our day as if nothing is wrong, laugh along with our coworkers, and go home to our spouses and children smiling at them without a hint of our inner cares.

Every once in a while, we even exhibit behavior that is the complete opposite of what we feel. We dance when we'd rather mope, sing when we feel like crying, and smile when a frown would be a better indicator of what's going on inside.

But "faking it" long enough will eventually affect your actual mood. You may forget why you were upset in the first place, or perhaps realize that it wasn't such a big deal after all.

As we conclude the holiday of Sukkot, the festival of joy, and look toward Simchat Torah, the festival of extreme joy, we are reminded that regardless of what else is going on in our lives (spiritually and materially), spending time in the company of fellow Jews celebrating the Torah will certainly have a positive impact us now, and for the rest of our year.

This is the time of year when we revel in our connection with G‑d. But even if you are not yet in the mood, strap on your dancing shoes, find a celebration near you, and before you know it, you will be truly jumping for joy.

Wishing you a very joyous holiday and, indeed, rest of the year!

Rabbi Eliezer Zalmanov,
Responder for the Ask the Rabbi team @ Chabad.org


And from me, Altie- have a Happy Simchas Torah! Eat, drink, and be merry!

Somebody

Once upon a time, we used to be friends. Now, we are practically strangers.

I see you in the street and my heart thuds and I can't breath, because you are not supposed to be HERE and here you are. And you didn't tell me you were coming.

You didn't tell ANYBODY, you said. It was supposed to be a surprise. But not for me.

Well, I am surprised.

And once upon a time, I used to be a somebody.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Boys like girls

Wish everything were so simple.

What if we lived in a world where there were no guys and no girls and babies grew on trees?

What if there were no genders, no competition, no temptations, no rights or wrongs?

What if you were you and I was I without everything else interfering?

What if there were no break-ups and make-ups and songs written about girls and broken hearts?

Cuz in the end, it all ends the same.

But then of course, the music industry would be out of business.

YESSSSS!!!!!

GILAD SHALIT HAS RETURNED HOME!

Just for a moment, put aside the controversy, the worries, the anger. For one moment, just be happy.

I pray that G-d watch over Israel and protect the soldiers from harm. If you want to say tehillim for Israel, some appropriate chapters are 20, 83, (specifically for the safety of Israel) 130 (Shir Hamaalot) and any other ones you would like to say.

May this be a day ONLY of rejoicing, and may we welcome the coming of Moshiach NOW!

I fly solo

Some people are leaders with many followers.

Some people are leaders with no followers at all.

Some people are strong, but they will never be leaders, because they do not wait for people to follow.

I am not a leader.

I am not a follower.

I fly solo.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Tis morning at last

I have never felt more tired, or more ALIVE!

It is so hard to describe the atmosphere. It is something you just have to experience. If you are there you get it.

The crowd moves with the music. When it's fast, they dance fast. When it slows down, so do they.

When the music stops- well, they keep dancing.

It is so fascinating, yet so natural. You hear music and you want to move. You need to move. You have this energy inside of you and you need to dispel it in some way. By dancing, by clapping, tapping your feet, singing. Someway, it has to come out.

I love how many different types of Jews come to the Simchas Bais Hashuava in Crown Heights. There is such unity. Jews from all backgrounds dance together, everyone is welcome, everyone is ACCEPTED, and we all celebrate together.

I wondered what a stranger would think if they came upon the scene by accident. A whole bunch of men clad mainly in black and white, dancing all night while the ladies stand and watch. It is like a Jewish block party. It's awesome.

Someone asked a police officer 'what do you make of all this?' He said, 'it's nice, it's really nice.'

We just want to have a good time. We want to express our simcha in the streets. It is Sukkos, and we dance in the streets. And it is so nice how the officers APPRECIATE us. We are not violent, we are not rioting, we are respectful and law-abiding and when it is time to go home we do.

It is so nice to stay until the end. The music keeps going on and on and on and you want it to end so you can go home and go to sleep, but at the same time you want it to last forever.

If anyone knows the song 'hup kusak', it was an amazing experience to watch. It starts off really slow, with everyone sitting on the street and just swaying to the music. They kept it slow for like two minutes, and then it slowly gets faster and faster until everyone is jumping. Awesome.

It is a bonding experience. I made friends with the stranger standing next to me. Maybe I will see her again.

I love Simchas Baid Hashuava, and I appreciate it so much more now that I am older.

And more so, it makes me so PROUD to be Lubavitch! When the crowd screamed together 'Ad Mosai!' and 'We want Moshiach now!' it was powerful. I'm sure it was heard on high.

I will try to post videos tomorrow, and for those of you in town, you should definitely try to make it, as experiencing Simchas Bais Hashuava in Crown Heights is a once in a lifetime experience. There's a reason people come from all over to enjoy it.

Now, it is 6:30 am and I will start my day with waffles. And then sleep.

Chag Sameach to all!
3:10 am- And its gonna be a looooong night.
2:30 am- Jewish Dance Off in the street. Seriously. Wonder Whos gonna win. Fun to watch anyway. (sorry no vid.)
Simchas Bais Hashvua!

Yup its 1:30 am and I'm mobile blogging from simchas bais in Crown Heights. 3 words: AWESOME. LIVELY. FUN. Wish the night wld never end.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Happy Sukkos!

Chocolate. So. Much. Chocolate. I did not know it was even possible to make your own brownie bars, let alone napoleans. I mean besides manufactured ones. Double layer chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. Mashke cake. And that was just dessert. Who needs all this food? I propose a fast after every holiday.

Tonight is the infamous simchas bais Hashuava in Crown Heights. I am quite looking forward to it. Loud music, glow in the dark everything, and tooooons of people. And this year, I am right in the center.

Happy Chol Hamoade to everyone! Enjoy the concerts, amusement parks, carnivals, and pizza in the hut.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

From the village of

"Welcome to the village of Spring Valley."

So my family lives in a village. Figures. We are villagers. Or rather they are, since I don't live here. I don't really live anywhere. I have an apartment that I call 'my place'. Well at least I have a 'place'. Ahhh, the life of an independent single girl. 

It's chilly out. Perfect sukkos weather. I'm spending the first days with my family and my BEAUTIFUL niece. (Right, and my sister and brother-in-law. They don't count much.)

Happy sukkos from the village! I hope all of you have a really nice one, fun and relaxing and enjoyable. May we merit the light of Moshiach right now!

Hindsight

"Hindsight is 20 20".

I like that I can look back on events in my life and be able to say, something good came out of it. Even if it was a negative situation. Something will happen and I will meet a random person out of it and become friends. It may take me awhile but I usually get it in the end.

I'm not talking about seeing a bad situation in a good way. I'm talking about a negative situation that may still be negative, but in which I am able to say wow, there was a reason I had to go through that because [blank] happened.

Am I a better person because of it? I don't know. It's just nice to know that in the worst of places can come the most beautiful of things.

In unrelated news, these lyrics from the song 'My girl' by The Temptations are running through my head:

"I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May."

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Stay in the game

Hands outstretched,
like tentacles,
but I have only two.

Ready to catch
whatever comes my way.
Can't let it get away.

Eyes open under water.
So murky,
can't really see.

But they are relying on me.

Hopping,
like the froggy game,
where it lights up and you have to bop it.

But this is no game.
In life, there are not many chances
to prove yourself.

Hands outstretched,
ready to catch it all.
Hoping that nothing gets by me.

Hoping I don't drop the ball,
that I make no mistakes,
cuz there is no room for mistakes.

I am hard on myself,
cuz who else will be?

Monday, October 10, 2011

Growing pains

The girl laughs politely as the older lady peaks inside the carriage. "Wow, you have a baby now. I remember when you were little!"

"Yup", the girl say. She seems matter of fact. Not at all surprised by the fact that she grew up, got married and had a baby.

We are enthralled by the passage of time. It falls through our fingers like grains of sand. The older we get the more we say, wow, look how big you've grown! But we forget that we too have grown.

Somehow we think that the world stand still while we get older.

But then I see my neighbor whom I remember as a baby, and she is old enough to be married with her own kids. And I feel like saying, wow, look how big you've grown!

When did I stop being the one marveled at, and become the marvelee?

Time really does pass fast. It always hits me when I realize little kids have grown up.

Then I realize that I've grown up too.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Girl Power


Are you strong? Are you weak? Are you both?

What does it mean to be strong? What is strength?

Strength means different things to different people. There is extreme strength, like pulling a car off of a trapped child. There is physical strength, there is emotional strength, like going on after a loved one has died. There is psychological strength.

Strength can be the simplest of things. It can be getting up in the morning, for someone who is depressed and wants to stay in bed.

It can be saying no to cookies when you really want to eat them.

Strength is smiling at someone when you feel like screaming.

Strength is davening when that is the last thing you want to do.

Strength is saying one more kapital of tehillim when you are so tired.

Strength is never giving up.

Strength is trying again after you have given up.

Strength is getting back up when you have fallen down so many times.

What is strength to you? Think about it. Envision it. Savor it. FEEL it. And the next time you are feeling weak, don't let it get you down.

Remember, all of us have the power to be strong people. You just have to tap into it.

I say girl power because that's what it means to me. The strength to say, the only person I want to be is me, that I can do anything I try. That I am intelligent, creative, fun.

The strength to say, I am worth it, and don't let anyone tell me otherwise.

Dear world,

I am a strong person. And I am coming, so you had better watch out.

Sincerely, Altie

Where art thou



I look up at the sky and I,
I wonder why.

I do not ask why thou hath forsaken us, your people.
I do not ask how You can do all the bad things you've done.

I simply wonder, are you up there?

I look up at the sky and I,
I try not to cry.

I want to be with you, wherever that may be.
No, not in heaven. I may not go to heaven, but I want to be near you.

Is that you, in that hole between the clouds where the sun dares to shine?
Or is that you, in the particles of dust dancing in the glow of the street light?

What do you look like,
and would I recognize you if I could see you?

I look up at the sky and I,
I simply try.

I really do.

Only you will ever know the secrets of my heart and the thoughts in my head.

You will never forsake me.
You will never betray me.
For your are my rock and my redeemer.

You give and you take,
but always, you watch over me.

I look up at the sky and I,
here I lie.

Wondering, wondering if you are listening.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Forgive me

There are 3 steps to doing teshuva: 1) Realizing or acknowledging that you did something wrong, 2) regretting it and feeling bad, 3) resolving to never do it again. And the real test to know if you've done complete teshuva is when you are faced with the same situation and you do NOT make the same mistake.

This can be like an alcoholic faced with a drink. If he turns it down, he has repented. But he may be faced with that situation many times.

And the truth of the matter is, we are human. We make mistakes. Maybe one time, and maybe many times.

And as humans, we are not G-dly. We are told that G-d forgives. But humans don't always forgive, and they certainly don't always forget.

Before Yom Kippur we are supposed to ask forgiveness from our friends, or other people we may have wronged. We have been praying for 10 days, besides the whole Elul, to G-d to forgive us. But He can only forgive sins done to him. In order to be completely forgiven we must absolve ourselves to our fellow man.

It is not easy to ask forgiveness for a few reasons. It is hard to admit that you did something wrong. There's the possibility that the person will not forgive you. And it is a little bit like reliving the mistake by bringing it up.

When I was little we were told that you have to ask a person to forgive you at least 3 times, and if they refuse each time then you are absolved and G-d would forgive you. But kids are kids, and kids say whatever they want. They don't really get it.

As adults, we get it fully. We understand. And yet some people still choose to either not forgive, or to forgive with their lips and not with their heart.

How can you achieve full forgiveness in your heart? I don't know. I guess it is something you have to work on.

I heard a story about a girl who had a sick joke played on her. She took the fall for another girls prank. And for years, she never said the paragraph in the beginning of shema, "Hereini mochel lechal mi shehichis vehiknit osi"- (I forgive anyone for they wrongdoings towards me) because she didn't forgive. And she didn't forget.

Imagine holding a grudge for all those years. It can kill you. But imagine being the person holding the guilt, and knowing that you are never forgiven.

As much as your relationships to G-d can be stormy at times, it is nice and comforting to know that He will always embrace you, that He will always forgive you, and He will always take you back with open arms.

I wish that people were as G-dly as that. Maybe one day, when Moshiach comes, may it be today before Yom Kippur. (It says that Moshiach will not come on a Friday, so as not to upset all the housewives who worked so hard to prepare for Shabbos. But I think we can all make a consession just this once.)

I would like to ask forgiveness from anyone who I may have wronged. Yes, I know you are not supposed to ask forgiveness online, and that when you do ask you are supposed to specify what the wrongdoing was, (if you know, unless it will cause embarrassment.) But for many of you, this is the only way to do it.

I hope that I go into Yom Kippur pure of heart, and that I never have a problem being mochel. I cannot imagine something so bad that I wouldn't be able to forgive for.

Everyone should have an easy fast, drink a lot of water today. And I hope that ALL your prayers are answered, and that we are all sealed in the book of life, and health, and all good blessings for a good year. I am looking forward to the shofar blast at the end of Yom Kippur. It is a very intense moment.

May we merit the coming of Moshiach NOW! And it should be a really good year for everyone. (Let's compare notes next year :) )

-Altie

Thursday, October 6, 2011

I'm back

"A journey of a thousand miles starts with one single step."

Some goals are just unrealistic.

I have missed you all.

-Altie

Clarity, Peace, Serenity

It beckons to me,
this place of wonders,
of sunshine,
of butterflies and better times.

It calls my name softly.
And I, as if in a dream,
I obey.
I stay.

Sticky hands and smiling faces,
hushed secrets in the darkness.
Squeals and shouts of glee.
Carefree.

Let the world fall away.
Hair flying,
Pumping high,
wind rushing by.

Innocence,
a time of make-believe,
of scraped knees
and hugs.

Naivety.
Belief that the world will always be
Serene.
Perfect.

Secret hide-outs,
cops and robbers,
around-the-house.
Climbing on the roof.

Chocolate chip cookies,
and hot cocoa on a cold day.
Tights and runny noses.
The feeling that everything would be okay.

Bike riding,
and dolls.
Hair pulling, fights,
but always making up.

Pinkie swear,
friends forever,
until, one day,
you move away.

Close my eyes,
I see a tunnel dug in the snow,
planting apple seeds in the hopes
of growing an apple tree.

Feet dangling from the branches
way up high
where no one can find me.
My own nest.

They call to each other,
going down the slide.
I am jolted back to reality.
I am an outsider now.

But those moments,
remembering a better time.
A park filled with children,
running happy running free.

That used to be me.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Disconnect to Protect

Yes, it's catchy and I came up with it myself. (Okay, half of it is from the "Day to Disconnect" project, (which happens to be today) and the other half is from Lysol, disinfect to protect. But hey, it took a genius to bring the two together :) )

I have a confession to make: I am addicted to my laptop. I cannot even tell you how many hours I am on it each day, or each week. I waste so much time.

So, I am taking a stand. I am giving my laptop to my friend for a week, from today until after Yom Kipper. And yes, I have email and internet on my phone, but I am going to sign out and not check it. You have my word on that.

What will I do with my free time? I don't know. Maybe take walks, go to a museum, read a book, (ya they still make those), call people on the PHONE, (remember that?). Learn something. There are so many better things I can be doing with my time then wasting it on the computer.

So farewell my friends, for a week.

And for those of you who have my number, feel free to CALL me :) Yes, I will be accepting phone calls. (Email or leave comments as well, I can't wait to see how many emails I'll have after a week of not checking it.)

I shall let you know in a weeks time how this little experiment plays out. Who knows, it may very well be the best thing I've ever done in my life.

Tata for now!

"Tracht gut vet zain gut"

What would you do if a fly fell into your coffee?

Russian- take it out and drink the coffee.

Chinese- take it out, eat the fly and throw out the coffee.

Israeli- take it out, sell the fly to the Chinese, sell the coffee to the Russian, and then invent a machine that will prevent flies from falling into coffee.

It is all about perspectives. How do you view things? In what light does your mind process events?

Walter Lantz and his wife, Gracie, were honeymooning in Sherwood Lake, California. A noisy woodpecker outside their cabin kept the couple awake at night, and when a heavy rain started, they learned that the bird had bored holes in their cabin's roof. Walter wanted to shoot the thing, but Gracie suggested that her husband make a cartoon about the bird, and thus Woody Woodpecker was born. They went on to make millions of dollars, and on their 50th wedding anniversary they said that the woodpecker was the best thing that ever happened to them.

Something positive came out of something negative.

A story is told in Navi about the prophet Eli. He used to travel a lot, and when he came to a certain city he would stay at the same couple's house every time. They were very hospitable and eventually the wife had her husband build a special loft where Eli could stay every time he came.

During one of his visits, he asked the kind lady how he could repay her. But she refused, saying she had everything she needed.

Eli's servant found out that the couple was childless, and so he blessed them that within the year they would have a child.

And so it was.

Years later, when the child was 9, he was out in the field with his father when he complained of a headache. His father sent him back to the house so his mother could take care of him. He fell ill quickly, and within a few hours, he died.

The mother picked up his lifeless form, brought him to the loft and put him into Eli's bed. Then she saddled her donkey and set out to go to the prophet. Her husband saw her rushing away and inquired as to where she was going. She told him she was going to see Eli and he asked why. She said don't worry, everything is fine, I just have to go.

When she was arriving in the town, Eli saw her coming and sent his servant to go greet her. He relayed to his servant to ask her 3 things: How are you? How is your husband? How is your son?

The servant met her and asked her these 3 things. She responded 'Shalom', good, to all 3 things.

How can she say her child is good when he is lying dead??

She told the servant to please take her right away to the prophet. She rushed into the prophet's house and fell down at his feet crying. She told him that her child died. "He is not my child. I did not ask for him. You gave him to me! How could you let him die??"

He left with her and they rushed back to her house, where Eli went up to the loft and revived the dead child. He performed a miracle and the child lived many more years.

Now we ask, who in their right mind would rush off without telling her husband that their child died? Why did she not stop to tell Eli's servant about what happened? How could she have answered that everything was okay?

Because she knew that if she stopped she would waste time and she would be deterred. She would lose hope and would not do what she had to do.

In life we have to think positive. That does not mean that bad things won't happen to us. But when bad things happen, how will you react to it?

Will you see a dead fly in your coffee, or will you see opportunity?

There's a famous saying in yidish, "Tracht gut, vet zain gut"- think good, and it will be good.

The choice, my friends, is up to you.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

That time of year again...

Rosh Hashana is tomorrow. Everyone's statuses on facebook are saying, happy Rosh Hashana, kesiva vachasima tova, etc. People are calling me and emailing me to wish me a good new year.

All I want to do is say, please, stop. No, not yet. I'm not ready for this.

I am so nervous, my stomach is literally in a knot. This happens every year and I think, I just did this last year, we have to do this agaiiiinn??

Here's my feelings on Rosh Hashana- am I ready for it? (No.) Have I prepared enough for it? (No.) If I had more time would I ever be ready? (No.)

I am not cooking or buying food for Rosh Hashana. I am just showing up. Have I prepared for it spiritually in any way? In all honesty, probably not.

I just got back from shopping, I got some new outfits for Yom Tov. Which is nice, but I don't think that will help me with G-d in any way.

Can I seclude myself the whole Yom Tov and say tehillim? Not really, I am going to be a guest at a family with 8 kids ka''h.

So how do I prepare for Rosh Hashana with what little time I have left? And how do I make sure that this Rosh Hashana is as meaningful and spiritual as it can be?

I honestly don't know. I am waiting for inspiration to strike.

This year, I have nothing to tell you. I have nothing yo share with you. This year, I am waiting for you to inspire me. Big expectations.

If I stopped to think of all the people I should probably call and email to wish them a good Yom Tov, I would honestly freeze. How many people should I be asking forgiveness from? How many people would feel left out if I didn't wish them a gut yom tov? I'd like to think none. About the former, at least.

But this is how I do it every year. I send out a mass email, or facebook status, or blog post, and I say what I want to say. And I hope that it will reach the people that it is intended for.

This is what I want to say:

I wish all of you a good gebentched yar, beruchnius ubegashmius, may you all have a meaningful and spiritually uplifting Rosh Hashana, may you have the words to say what you need to say, and may you be granted many brachos, everything that G-d knows you need for the year, and everything that you want, be it a job, a shidduch, children, health, better relationships, to be a better person, etc.

May this be the year that we are all taken out of Golus with Moshiach now, and may it happen before the end of Yom Tov!

Kesiva vachasima tova, and a SWEET new year to you all.

Sincerly, Altie

Mi amo

tình yêu của tôi
my liefde
حبي
मेरा प्यार
mon amour
מיין ליבע
моя любов
האהבה שלי
il mio amore
saya cinta
mijn liefde
minu armastus
moje láska
moja ljubav
moja miłość
meine Liebe
dashuria ime

It means the same in any language. It can be the symbol of a heart. Or fancy letters. It can be a rose, or chocolate. A hug or a kiss. But it all translates into the same thing. 

Mi amo. My love.

But we have to ask ourselves, what is love, really? 

Thousands of songs are written about it, millions of poems and quotes. From the beginning of time people have been trying to figure out what it is, and to navigate the treacherous waters. Can anyone say they really know what it is? Have experienced it? 

There are lyrics to a song that goes: 

"What is love, 
baby don't hurt me, 
don't hurt me no more."

Does that mean that love hurts? That loving someone, or being loved by someone is painful? Or is it the removal of love that is painful? The possibility that someone will leave you, that the love will suddenly end?

Once you have loved, can it really end? Where does the love go? Does it just disappear? 

I wonder if
anyone has ever really loved another.

I wonder if
love really exists. 

Does love transcend time and space? Is love everlasting? Or is that just a myth? 

They say that the way you know that you are in love is when all those silly love songs suddenly make sense. 

I always thought, when you know, you know. You know? 

But what if you don't know?

What is love truly, mi amo?

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Cattle Cars

The crowd surges forward as if by force.
Pushed in by the hundreds, piled on top of each other.
Holding on to each other for support.
The train jerks and sways, pushing people back and forth.

Packed to capacity, more people are shoved in.
The doors close.
There is no room to fall.
Hardly any air to breath.

Once, the doors were locked.
There was no escape.
People cried. Pleaded. Begged to be set free.
But were sent to their deaths.

Now, there is laughter.
The cars are air-conditioned.
The ride is short.
The people, moderately polite.

And at the end, the doors will open with a beep.
The people will spill out,
and go their separate ways.
Whether to work, or home, or to the movies.

But always, always,
to freedom.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The start of something new

In ten years from now, I wouldn't be able to tell you what I ate for breakfast that morning.
I couldn't tell you how long it took me to get ready to go.
I'm not sure I would remember what the weather was like outside.

The passersby were a blur.
The music I listened to unmemorable.
My brain kind of on pause.

I didn't notice anything different.
The colors weren't any brighter.
The sun wasn't shining.
I wasn't suddenly struck by inspiration.

But something was different.
Something had changed.
I wondered if everyone felt it too.

This would be the day,
the start of something new,
that I would remember for the rest of my life.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Where will YOU be this Rosh Hashana?

Based on a talk by Rabbi Manis Friedman.

How can I practically do teshuva in the month of elul?

Doing aveiros hurts Hashem. Teshuva means to go back to Him. To return. In elul Hashem comes out to the field to tell you that you are welcome in his palace. He doesn't want you to doubt whether or not you are welcome. He wants to make sure that you will come. Elul is not a time to scare you into doing teshuva. Hashem wants us to come to his 'palace' because he needs us there. Teshuva means, will Hashem's request reach you? Does it mean anything to you that he wants you there? Will you go, or are you so far removed that it doesn't touch you?

It says, that if an engaged woman gets raped in the city, then her and the man who raped her are killed. Why? Because in a city if she would have screamed then we assume someone would have heard her. But if she was raped in a field, only the man who raped her is killed, because we assume that she screamed and there was no one there to help her.

The Rebbe says, if a girl is engaged and raped 'basadeh' then she is forgiven because 'Ain moshia la'- no one helped her. But instead of reading it as 'ain' no one, we read it as 'ayin' which means an eye. If no one helps her than Hashem, the eye will come himself to help her. He comes to the field, to the girl he is engaged to and says, no matter what happened, I forgive you.

Hashem knows that inside we really want to be good Jews. In elul he comes to the field and tells us that no matter what we have done, he forgives us and wants to be with us.

The baal shemtov says our relationship to Hashem is like a marriage. If there is no room for someone else than you can't be frum. Hashem created the world because he didn't want to be alone.

Real love is loving someone who either loves you or hates you. But you can't love someone who doesn't love you back.

Hashem is a romantic. He created the whole world for us so we would appreciate the fact that he wanted a relationship with us. Without a relationship Judaism is a horrible religion.

It says, 'im bechukosai telechu'- Hashem is asking us to please follow his rules. Your marriage will be just like your relationship to Hashem.

Marriage used to be sacred. They treated Hashem right and it carried over to their marriage. One follows the other. Marriage can exist without a good relationship but then there is no pleasure in it.

By kriyas yam suf, yechezkul saw the waters hovering over bnei yisroel and said, if you sin Hashem will kill you, the waters will close over you. But the shifcha (non-Jew) saw a great act of kindness. Hashem split the sea to save us from the Egyptions.

Tishrei Is a time of judgement. But Hashem is not judging us, He is judging galus and the yetzer harah, and all of Hashem's regrets. Hashem wants us to stop sinning because we are his children. When hashem is upset with us it is a compliment, it shows that he cares. It bothers hashem when we sin because he loves us.

So the question is, where will YOU be this Rosh hashana?

Friday, September 16, 2011

Sukkos weather

Cold air hits my face
I am propelled up the street as if by a force all its own.
My nose runs.
My hands are numb.

People marvel at how cold it is outside.
But I like it.
Even though it signals winter and the end of summer.
It is refreshing.

I walk fast and it warms me.
I know inside it'll be hot.
I am not ready for that.
So I sit on a bench and huddle in my sweater.

I can't text, my hands are cold.
I eat candy and reminisce about the past.
We sit there, summer, winter, fall, rain or shine.
And everything is okay.

Our laughter rings out in the street.
Whispered words too scandalous to say out loud.
Heads turn.
But we do not try to attract attention.

In our bubble, no one else exists.
Besides for us, and our inside jokes.
Night has fallen
and it is time to go inside.

The clocks ticks.
The house is quiet.
I am smiling
and everything is alright.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Power

Sometimes you think you've hit rock bottom, and that there is no where to go but up. And then you realize you were mistaken, it is a false bottom and you are still falling. How much farther can you go?

Ripped photographs. Frantic. Desperation. It is a time long gone. A time of beauty, of happiness. You swill that word around in your mouth. It feels weird, foreign, unfamiliar. Some people spend their whole lives searching for happiness. Some never have to look for it. You want to hate those people and pray for their downfall. But that makes you bitter and evil. And no one likes bitter people.

You look at the past and think, what happened? You remember the girl in the photograph. Was she happy? Is that a real smile? You'd like to think so, if only to give hope to the fact that there once was happiness and will be again. But what if that is a fake smile forever captured on glossy paper? What if happiness is an illusion, never to be owned, only borrowed?

What is happiness, and can true happiness ever be obtained?

You ponder this in the whee hours of the night. Puzzle, or sudoku? That is the ultimate choice right now.

You laugh at things like videoBB, and malawach, because they are inside jokes. But where are those people who you shared them with? Those times are gone, only the memory remains. It is still funny, but for a time. After awhile the laughter will fade away... and with it the memories. And then you cannot remember why you ever found it so funny in the first place.

Sometimes you want to take the ultimate deep breath and walk away. You want to breath so deeply and for so long that you forget how. That suffocating feeling comes creeping up on you, when you least expect it. It can hit you in middle of the street, on the subway, when you are sleeping. It makes you gasp for air like you are a drowning man. And in a way, you are.

You wonder what it would be like if you could be anyone else. If you were granted one wish, if you got to pick who you wanted to be, and one tool you'd take with you. Who would you choose? What would it be? Would you want to be anyone else, or would you recognize that you are you and no one would want to be you? Or more positively put, that you cannot be anyone else, for that is a fleeting fantasy. You will wake up one day, in your own bed, in your pajamas and realize, you lived your life as someone else, but it was a lie. You have work to do, and you have wasted years of your life. So why be wasteful?

When they say "in one ear and out the other", were they referring to you? Do you listen when people talk to you? Has the written word no power at all?

People get tattoos to remember things. Slogans, people. Words of empowerment. Why do they have to remember? Lest they forget?

Once upon a time, we were all the same. We started off the same. We were not made the same. Does that not make us all equals? We came into this world both naked and bare. Then you, you rose above this world and slime, you took what you believed to be owed to you, you used it to get what you wanted. Manipulative? Maybe. But it got you that much farther ahead, did it not?

While others, they sit, still naked and bare, nothing to show for their time here on earth. They seethe with anger, because they started out the same as you and yet now you are unrecognizable. You are clothed. Your hair grew long. You eat from a spoon of gold.

So what is the difference between you and them?

That is something which will take a lifetime to understand.

And in the meantime, you smile and exploit people and situations. Ah, but you have forgotten where you came from. Once upon a time, you were nothing. And you will go back to nothing.

One day, it'll all make sense.

But for now, I sit here and stare up at the gold moon, wondering how complex this life really is, and how much of it we, ourselves create.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Cruel Irony

It's like, when I fall down
you don't help me up.
You laugh at me.
And kick me down again.

Ir's like, when you ask me if I want to know something.
And I tell you yes.
But you laugh and don't tell me anything.
Would it have been better had I said no? Would you have told me then?

Or are you just cruel irony in disguise?
Do you wear the guise of a friend?
Do you dress up in pink and confetti and lure me in?
And then bite me when I get too close?

It's like, I try so hard.
Everyone keeps asking me what's going on.
My answer is always the same.
Nothing's going on.

The cruel irony is
that things were working out, and everything was going swell.
Or so it seemed.
But no, that wasn't good enough for you.

How cruelly ironic it is
that when I let down my guard and relax a bit
THAT is when you pounce.
You take it all away from me in a second.

And so I sit here
body ridden with germs
neck stiff at a weird angle.
Wondering what happened and where I went wrong.

And how I can possibly fix this.

Sunday, September 11, 2011



Let the title speak for itself.

“Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children. “
- President George W. Bush, November 11, 2001



“Now, we have inscribed a new memory alongside those others. It’s a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. But not only of loss and mourning. It’s also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend–even a friend whose name it never knew. “
- President George W. Bush, December 11, 2001

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Little girls and strawberries, old ladies and bad perfume

Little babies are so cute. They come in many shapes and sizes. Skinny and light as air, pudgy, some are ugly truth be told, and some look like they belong on the cover of pampers diapers. But they are cute. You want to hold them and cuddle with them. You want to squeeze them tight and never let them go. My friend always says, I want that one, and I say sorry sweetie, that one is taken, you will just have to wait until you have one of your own.

What is it about little kids that make you want to kiss them? Pinch their cheeks, throw them in the air? Try kissing a little boy of 7. He will probably wipe his face and say 'stoooop!', like you just got 'cooties' all over him.

Then you get to an age where kissing is weird and awkward. Would you kiss your teenage friends on the cheek? I doubt it. You watch old ladies doing it in greeting and you think, that will never be me.

And then you grow up. You become a 20-something and you are so old and mature. Then it starts. You see your mother's friend at a lechaim, she leans in and gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes it's an 'air kiss', a quick mwa mwa. It's still weird, but you feel as if you have been initiated into some secret club, a society if you will. You are old enough now that it is not weird to kiss someone on the cheek in greeting, it is mandated. And then you wonder if you are now 'old' or have just grown up. Maybe it is one and the same.

I love the smell of babies. Shampoo. Clean clothes. A smell unique to them. It is the smell of innocence. It is not the smell of cheap cologne, or 'old lady perfume'. It is not the smell of cigarettes or beer. Yes sometimes they smell like spit-up or poop. But most of the time they are just so perfect.

Try holding on to that feeling when you are watching 6 kids and finally get them all to fall asleep, collapse on the couch in exhaustion... and 'whaaaaaa!'. And when one of them starts, it is like that arcade game where the alligator heads keep bopping up and you just have to keep pushing them down.

Then babysitting is over and you hand them over to their mother and you leave and forget all the crying and the dirty diapers and the spit-up all over you and you say awwww babies are so cute I can't wait to have one of my own.

Thank G-d you only have one at a time.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Wake me up

Standing in the gloom.
Don't wanna move.
Just get me there okay.
Even though I wanna stay.

Huddled in a sweater.
Can this get any better?
Damp and cold.
Just an umbrella to hold.

Can't see much ahead.
Trusting you instead.
Headlights in the fog.
Pretending nothing's wrong.

Just a purse to call my own.
If I never went back home.
But alas the jury calls.
Can't sleep much after all.

Wake me up when September ends.
And yet September has already come.
And will have already gone.
Before I am ready to face it.

Monday, September 5, 2011

One stop at a time

It is hard to do things all at once. "I will quit smoking cold turkey." "Diet starts tomorrow". I'm sure you've heard all of them. People make resolutions and they don't end up sticking to them. It is not because people can't do it, or won't do it, or do not have the strength to do it, although for some people this is the case. Most of the time when someone cannot accomplish a goal they set out for themselves, it is because they took on too much at once.

But what about doing things little by little?

In regards to taking on 'hachlatos' (resolutions) in Judaism, such as davening every day, keeping Shabbos or Kashrus, or something as simple as wearing a longer skirt, we are told not to take on too much at once, otherwise there is the risk that we might end up dumping all of them. If you take on one thing and stick at it for awhile, it will become a part of you and it won't be so hard to do. And then you can take on more.

Today I walked to Williamsburg. From Crown Heights. (If you are familiar with Brooklyn, you know they are quite a distance from each other.) It took me about an hour and twenty minutes. What is funny is that had I set out to walk to Williamsburg I probably would have been overwhelmed at the distance, and given up right away.

But I just wanted to take the bus. I didn't plan in walking.

Today was Labor Day. In Crown Heights it is synonymous with the West Indies day parade, in which African Americans celebrate the culture of the Caribbean Islands. People dress up in costume, wear their national flag, play really loud music, and have fun. It takes place on Eastern Parkway, the main thorough fair in Crown Heights.

Because of the vast amount of people, (from one million to three million) it is really difficult to cross Eastern Parkway. It took about twenty minutes. Once I got across, I had to wait for the bus, which was running on a different schedule, and had been rerouted. Since it wasn't coming for awhile, I decided to walk until I found a store to buy a drink, and then wait at the next bus stop.

I still didn't see the bus. I just kept walking. My thought was, just one more bus stop. Why bother standing here idly waiting for a bus that I don't know when will come? I might as well use the time and make the distance shorter. So I walked from bus stop to bus stop, keeping an eye on the street for a bus that never came. Maybe they weren't running, I don't know. But no bus ever passed me by.

And finally, I was in Williamsburg. I was tired and sweaty, but I didn't even care. I saved 2.25 on the bus fair, (not that I really care) and it was a great walk. (Though afterwards my father told me I had walked through a bad neighborhood. What I don't know can't hurt me, right? At least in retrospect.)

So if you ever set out to accomplish a big goal, break it up into small increments that you can handle. Take it one step at a time, one day at a time, one thing at a time.

And eventually, you will get there.

Even if it takes a lifetime.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

It can't be

My mind refuses to believe what my eyes are seeing.

It can't be. It can't.

What I want to know is how. Because if you can't tell me how it happened then maybe it didn't happen. I refuse to believe it. I want someone to confirm it. Better, I want it to be a mistake.

Anger. I am so angry. And I just don't understand.

They call it a 'tragedy'. They say 'With great sadness and deep pain' but what do they know about pain? I doubt they even knew him.

Did I know him? He must have been 7 when I first saw him. My brother's age. We all played in the backyard together. He watched his little siblings. Sometimes he was annoying. Sometimes I teased him. For the way he talked. For the way he looked.

And then I moved away and never thought about any of them again.

His levaya is tomorrow. I have no idea how he passed away. I can't even say the words. I can't believe it.

Most of the time it's sad, but when it's someone you know, even vaguely... it hits harder. I am still reeling from the blow.

So please G-d, turn back the clock and make it not happen.

I feel like screaming. And I still don't understand it!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Hi, it's Mommy

That's what she always says when she calls. So simple. But sometimes I save her message in voice mail and play it back when I check my messages. It is reassuring.

Her voice is familiar, her words are familiar. She calls to tell me news. She calls to say hi. She calls to check on me.

I say 'hi ma, why are you calling?' (Well not so abrupt like that, but I work it into the conversation.)

She says she just wanted to say hi.

This is an ode to my mother whom I love so much. It is not mother's day. It is not her birthday. But if you ever get that warm protected feeling like there is someone who cares beyond physical belief, like you can fall and they will catch you- you know what I'm talking about.

"Hi ma, I'm just calling to say hi".

And she understands.