Okay, this is in Hebrew, but just watch, because the actions will speak for themselves.
And if this helps:
ken: yes
shawp: 'and now?' 'how about this?'
Love it!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Favorite Israeli Comedy Spoof: Passport check, Israel
Okay, this is in Hebrew, but just watch, because the actions will speak for themselves.
And if this helps:
ken: yes
shawp: 'and now?' 'how about this?'
Love it!
A Sabra
(Quoting Wikipedia)
'Sabra' (Hebrew: צבר, pronounced tsabar; ṣabra ) is a term used to describe a Jewish person born in Israeli territory; the term is also usually inclusive of Jews born during the period of the establishment of the state of Israel.[1]
The word sabra derived from the Hebrew name for the Indian Fig Opuntia cactus, "tzabar", and related to the Arabic word sabr which means "aloe" or "cactus" or "patience".[2]
In the United States, this cactus variety is known as the Prickly Pear.
The allusion is to a tenacious, thorny desert plant with a thick hide that conceals a sweet, softer interior, suggesting that even though the Israeli Sabra are rough and masculine on the outside, they are delicate and sensitive on the inside.'
I just found out that my favorite hummus shares the name of this illustrious Israeli Descriptor. Yes, it's Sabra--a name worthy of its awesomeness.
'Sabra' (Hebrew: צבר, pronounced tsabar; ṣabra ) is a term used to describe a Jewish person born in Israeli territory; the term is also usually inclusive of Jews born during the period of the establishment of the state of Israel.[1]
The word sabra derived from the Hebrew name for the Indian Fig Opuntia cactus, "tzabar", and related to the Arabic word sabr which means "aloe" or "cactus" or "patience".[2]
In the United States, this cactus variety is known as the Prickly Pear.
The allusion is to a tenacious, thorny desert plant with a thick hide that conceals a sweet, softer interior, suggesting that even though the Israeli Sabra are rough and masculine on the outside, they are delicate and sensitive on the inside.'
I just found out that my favorite hummus shares the name of this illustrious Israeli Descriptor. Yes, it's Sabra--a name worthy of its awesomeness.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I Found My Passport!
Two weeks after I realized that I was going to Israel, I also realized that I had lost my passport! I looked everywhere--throughout my house, throughout my 'other' house, in storage, in all bags, purses and backpack pockets... It was no where to be found.
I went through the agony of looking into the re-application process, the worry of it being stolen and the time frame this would cost me. The Passport office in Seattle was a great help. (Applying for another passport takes about 3 weeks rushed --my price range, if you don't already have a plane ticket for a destination.)
The Good News~ One day, as I was looking for an old copy of my passport--I still had those--a strange blue flash peeked out at me from under my document odds and ends in a file.
I dared to hope. There, buried under poetry and library cards was the most beautiful sight. Biloxi Blue stamped with a golden eagle. I stared spellbound at its cover and luxuriated at its weight in my hand. My trusty passport had showed itself just in time--leaving me to apply post haste to the kibbutz of my choice, Yad Hashmona.
I feel like one of those Bedouin shepherds that found the Dead Sea Scrolls It was at a strategic moment in history for the young nation of Israel and a mini-strategic moment for me.
I have been leaving my passport in plain sight at home so it will never get lost in a shuffle of papers again. I have it is in cyberspace now as well.
Passport Info:
I went through the agony of looking into the re-application process, the worry of it being stolen and the time frame this would cost me. The Passport office in Seattle was a great help. (Applying for another passport takes about 3 weeks rushed --my price range, if you don't already have a plane ticket for a destination.)
The Good News~ One day, as I was looking for an old copy of my passport--I still had those--a strange blue flash peeked out at me from under my document odds and ends in a file.
I dared to hope. There, buried under poetry and library cards was the most beautiful sight. Biloxi Blue stamped with a golden eagle. I stared spellbound at its cover and luxuriated at its weight in my hand. My trusty passport had showed itself just in time--leaving me to apply post haste to the kibbutz of my choice, Yad Hashmona.
I feel like one of those Bedouin shepherds that found the Dead Sea Scrolls It was at a strategic moment in history for the young nation of Israel and a mini-strategic moment for me.
I have been leaving my passport in plain sight at home so it will never get lost in a shuffle of papers again. I have it is in cyberspace now as well.
Passport Info:Passport Info: http://travel.state.gov/passport/
The Very First 'What a Guy!' Award
Still more from Stateside
I should tell you about the very first ‘What a Guy!’ I saw in Portland. It inspired this award. We were all in traffic. It was a one of those mid-afternoons where everyone needs to get somewhere in a hurry. A car had stalled right in front of the light. Expecting the ear-pounding honking that would ensue, I was surprised when a head poked out of the truck right in front of us. Seeing what was holding us all up, he immediately left his vehicle, pushed the stalled trailer to the side of the road, jumped back into his truck and resumed his course all before the light turned red again.
I was so impressed with the helpful attitude of this Good Samaritan, I am going to find his website and drop a recommendation. The name on the side of his truck was 'Rose City Cleaning?' (for carpets and upholstery). If his work-ethic is as good as his good-deed turn around, I would say you’ve hired a gem. Here’s to you, Good Carpet guy at the 205 Division Street Freeway onramp!
What a Guy! Awards
Something from Stateside
Welcome to the first annual ‘What a Guy!’ Online Award Presentation.
Today's ‘What a Guy!’ award goes to that poor guy who was looking for his cell phone at the intersection puddle of Glisan and NW 21st. (The puddle looked like it was 12 feet wide and 1 foot deep.) In the pouring rain, he was putting his hands into yucking city water run-off digging for something in the mass pool.
Throwing out debris as he went, maybe he was looking for a cell phone that had slipped out of his hands as he was waiting to cross the street.
When I came around the block 5 minutes later I saw that the puddle had disappeared and there were piles of leaves around the perimeter of the crosswalk. He hadn’t lost his cell phone! He was unclogging the drain of leaves from the week-long Portland showers. Here’s to you--Puddle Guy in front of the Underdog bar on 21st! We salute you and endow honor on your very wet entity.
Today's ‘What a Guy!’ award goes to that poor guy who was looking for his cell phone at the intersection puddle of Glisan and NW 21st. (The puddle looked like it was 12 feet wide and 1 foot deep.) In the pouring rain, he was putting his hands into yucking city water run-off digging for something in the mass pool.
Throwing out debris as he went, maybe he was looking for a cell phone that had slipped out of his hands as he was waiting to cross the street.
When I came around the block 5 minutes later I saw that the puddle had disappeared and there were piles of leaves around the perimeter of the crosswalk. He hadn’t lost his cell phone! He was unclogging the drain of leaves from the week-long Portland showers. Here’s to you--Puddle Guy in front of the Underdog bar on 21st! We salute you and endow honor on your very wet entity.
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Great Israeli Blog Titles
· alabaster cow
I will try to have these up and running with links. Otherwise, you can find some of them in 'blogs I follow'.
What I'm going to Wear to Israel
For now, it looks like my Israeli wardrobe is going to be brown with black, khaki and cream with accents of red, dark blue and turquoise. (I love those jewel tones! I'll have to get them in through colorful scarves. Maybe I'll look like rainbow sherbert meets GI Joe.)
I'm Scandinavian. In my gene pool, bright color is how we bring a revolution. Did you ever see the Finnish ambassador in the 80's? Inspiring.
I haven't ever been into brown, but it's time. I will fulfil my fashion duty. I will wear it like I love it.
(pictures to follow in subsequent posts)
I knew the Israeli dress code to be 'casual, casual, casual' with hints of 'dark neutrals' thrown in there.
I now know better. Here is What to Wear In Israel from someone who has actually been there now. :]
This site is also great too!
(A quick snapshot of what to wear in Israel from Journeywoman below)
-Israel:
Very few Israeli women wear shorts! Even though it is VERY hot in Israel, wear pants and get used to it. Jeans, stretch, or wide legged pants - Shirts that are very "Israeli" can be anything from a tight fitting three quarter blouse or a t-shirt cut at the neck so that it hangs off your shoulders.
And don't depend on borrowing sun tan lotion from an Israeli friend. It is not that common. And most importantly tell your male counterparts not to bring really nice clothing.
Israeli men dress VERY casually (the classic picture is the shirt open at the neck and khaki pants.)
It was Italy's dress code that really got my attention.
They pretty much said, 'Americans, leave your baggy jeans and sneakers at home. Wear heals or classy shoes and nice shirts with fitted pants or skirts. Jeans must be skinny jeans. Don't wear shorts or mini-mini-skirts-even if you see an Italian model wearing one. Mini-skirts will make you look 'easy'.
Journeywoman - Italy: Be sure your clothes fit well. Italians hate sloppy or oversized clothing and will stare at Americans traveling alone or in groups who just don't get it. They feel that presenting a "bella figura" is a personal responsibility, even when traveling.
Great advice if I happen to have a layover in Rome (oh, please, please!)
I'm Scandinavian. In my gene pool, bright color is how we bring a revolution. Did you ever see the Finnish ambassador in the 80's? Inspiring.
I haven't ever been into brown, but it's time. I will fulfil my fashion duty. I will wear it like I love it.
(pictures to follow in subsequent posts)
I knew the Israeli dress code to be 'casual, casual, casual' with hints of 'dark neutrals' thrown in there.
I now know better. Here is What to Wear In Israel from someone who has actually been there now. :]
This site is also great too!
(A quick snapshot of what to wear in Israel from Journeywoman below)
-Israel:
Very few Israeli women wear shorts! Even though it is VERY hot in Israel, wear pants and get used to it. Jeans, stretch, or wide legged pants - Shirts that are very "Israeli" can be anything from a tight fitting three quarter blouse or a t-shirt cut at the neck so that it hangs off your shoulders.
And don't depend on borrowing sun tan lotion from an Israeli friend. It is not that common. And most importantly tell your male counterparts not to bring really nice clothing.
Israeli men dress VERY casually (the classic picture is the shirt open at the neck and khaki pants.)
It was Italy's dress code that really got my attention.
They pretty much said, 'Americans, leave your baggy jeans and sneakers at home. Wear heals or classy shoes and nice shirts with fitted pants or skirts. Jeans must be skinny jeans. Don't wear shorts or mini-mini-skirts-even if you see an Italian model wearing one. Mini-skirts will make you look 'easy'.
Journeywoman - Italy: Be sure your clothes fit well. Italians hate sloppy or oversized clothing and will stare at Americans traveling alone or in groups who just don't get it. They feel that presenting a "bella figura" is a personal responsibility, even when traveling.
Great advice if I happen to have a layover in Rome (oh, please, please!)
Israel - How it all Started
I was helping at a Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles) this fall, near Portland, Oregon. I had taught in China and had recently spent some time serving at a ministry house. I felt a season of transition was upon me and had been praying and praying and praying about what to do next with my life. While in this celebration of our Hebrew roots, surrounded by Jewish realia, my desire to visit Israel and learn Hebrew was stirred anew and faith was built to look into the possibility.
That day, I talked with one of the speakers living in Israel and asked if they knew of any resources for someone wanting to go to live in Israel. They mentioned a kibbutz.
A kibbutz is like a work commune. Israel is famous for them and for having foreigners volunteer at them. Usually the focus of a kibbutz is agriculture but some serve as a retreat center or resort hotel for visitors.
The speaker's wife gave me the name of a Christan kibbutz called Yad Hashmona. I usually don't get to things right away, but I looked this one up that evening. Absorbing page after page of beautiful Biblical scenery and pictures of sociable young volunteers, I was blown away by how much peace I felt about the place. It was a Christian retreat center set-up and run by a group that came from Finland. I am a Christian and my mother is Finnish. It seemed like a perfect match.
After feeling so ill at ease about other things I had looked into (getting my master's, jobs in Portland/Grants Pass, teaching in Asia again, etc. ...) I quickly decided to go in this direction. I just needed an okay from God and maybe a little more confirmation.
The next morning I announced at the breakfast table that I was going to go to Israel. I would volunteer in a kibbutz and I would learn Hebrew! The woman sitting next to me--who was the director of the Sukkot, said, "You are going to need a ticket for that. I am going to buy your ticket!" I couldn't believe it. I just needed a little confirmation from God and He sent me a landslide of, "Yes!! Yes! Go! Go forth and I will be with you...!" Also, what a sweet blessing that my friend wanted to take care of the first financial obstacle of my trip.
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It was my utmost desire to learn Hebrew in Israel and what seemed least likely to ever be possible, but in a moment, that all changed. Now, I'm going to Israel!!!!!! I am going to study Hebrew and work in a kibbutz. :]
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