Friday, September 18, 2009

Nana and the New Year

The celebration of Rosh Hashanah, commonly referred to as the Jewish New Year, begins tonight at sundown.

I cherish my memories of Nana and the New Year.

Me: It’s not the new year, the new year is in January.
Nana: It is the new year of the Hebrew calendar and I think you know that.
Me: Shouldn’t there be just one calendar, seems confusing to have two.
Nana: Oh there are more than two. Didn’t you go to Chinatown for Chinese New Year?
Me: I thought that was just a festival with fireworks and costumes.
Nana: Really? That’s what you thought? So the book you read and the report you did for “extra bonus” (she meant extra credit), what was that about?

I’m sure my face was all mushed up at this point and my evil little eyes were gleaming. I loved teasing Nana, she enjoyed it so.

Me: Will you read to me in Russian and Hebrew?
Nana: No, you have no respect.
Me: feigning hurt – But …
Nana: Of course I’ll read to you as long as you try to pronounce the words the right way. We have a deal. You fix my English, I teach Russian and Hebrew and all the Yiddish sayings you love so much.
Me: Fine – still being a pain
Nana: I teach 3 languages, you teach 1. Doesn’t seem fair.
Me: I’ll go get the challah bread.

Challah bread is one of the gifts of the universe. Round, with a golden colored crust and light layers of goodness inside.

Nana: We’ll go together. And we’ll stop at the park to feed the squirrels and birds. I have some old bread ready for them. And some plain nuts.
Me: Is it Jewish Rye?
Nana: Yes, it is Jewish Rye for the birds for the New Year – she is laughing.
Me: And why are we throwing away the plain nuts?
Nana: Because I hate them, they are like eating rocks.
Me: But you can’t eat the salty ones, the doctor …
Nana: You’re not the boss of me – laughing even more

My father did not allow me to go to synagogue with Nana and she would not allow me to defy him or lie to my Mother. So I would walk her there and wait in the park in the back. The sound of the shofar always made me cry a bit – it still does.



I wish my aunts and uncles had exhibited more respect for Nana’s beliefs and traditions. My grandfather, a Christian, has insisted his children be raised in the Roman Catholic church. He was of the opinion that this would “make them more American”. Nana agreed. I think my grandfather was a source of huge hurt and disappointment to Nana. She had been so young when she married him and then they had fled Russia and then they struggled to just survive in America. I know she loved him and she would not want me to be disrespectful. Even now. I can hear her – “I don’t care how old you are! Some things are do what I say. Period.”

Years and years later one of my uncles embraced Judaism when he married.

I was always uncomfortable with organized religion but I was always fascinated by the history and the traditions. To this day I have a hodge podge of traditions that comfort me and that I believe honor Nana.



We would have New Year’s dinner together. Apples and honey cooked and baked into and onto a million different things. Rich thick cider and sparkling water.

Me: All these fruits and vegetables, I want a hamburger.
Nana: I made you a hamburger.
Me: No way!
Nana: I did, I did.
She would have some little dish covered with her “fancy holiday cloth napkins” and she would offer it across the table.
Me: This is really going to be a hamburger?
Nana: as I removed the napkin – Yes it is schmutz face, made from the tongue of a yak.

Nana’s giggle was music. Tonight at sundown I will close my eyes and hear it, and her Yiddish jokes, and her singing in Russian. I will hear the shofar. I will remember how the cloth napkins always smelled like spices.

I will remember, as I always do, that she was one of the most extraordinary people to have ever lived.

Shana Tova my friends. Be happy, be kind. Accept. Live and Learn.

And, as always, there is Hope …

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Patrick Swayze

1952 - 2009

“I found that dance was key to keeping depression out of my life. When you dance, things just go away, things don't seem so bad. There's no better way to take care of health than through something as joyous and beautiful as dance.” - Patrick Swayze




With his wife Lisa ...




... they were together since 1970.

Patrick was often named sexiest man alive, sexiest actor, sexiest dancer ...



I always thought he was a good guy, a regular guy, a genuine person.

"If you live through the initial stage of fame and get past it, and remember that's not who you are. If you live past that, then you have a hope of maybe learning how to spell the word artist." - Patrick Swayze



Peaceful Journey Patrick

Sunday, September 13, 2009

We Were Ready For Some Football

Today was the first Sunday of the NFL season.

My Jets won - granted it was against Houston but a win is a win.

The rookie QB, Mark Sanchez, had a decent game. He calmed down very quickly and ultimately seemed very relaxed and confident ...



Hope was decked out for the opener. She did have some concerns during the first few plays ...



But she was very excited when they scored a touchdown. She was about to throw her hands up in the air in the traditional touchdown sign when Dad threw her up in the air instead.




Hope's outfit is courtesy of Nana. She will model her other Jets outfit later in the season, it was too warm today for the full ensemble.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Every Single Day Heroes

thanks everyone for the support in the prior post. i got back late and was exhausted. today is not the day to dwell on myself. i will update you all later.

I just spoke to my son. He is at work on the streets of lower Manhattan just as he was on the morning of September 11, 2001. He and his co-workers are doing the job of keeping communication lines running in the midst of a memorial service. Just as they kept vital communications running 8 years ago in the midst of an enormous crisis.

This was my son's "office" - he really works on the streets - in manholes, on rooftops, in sub-basements. He was going to return to this building that morning but decided to go straight home. He had worked the night shift of 9/10/2001 and had taken on some overtime the morning of 9/11. He was relieved at the work site by someone who will never come home again.



My son and the rest of the guys on his crew are very emotional today. From September 12, 2001 well into the summer of 2002 they worked side by side with thousands of others to clear and secure the WTC site.

My son became close with many he worked beside and they were all humbled by the strength and resolve of the First Responders ...





My son calls himself "just a phone guy" - much like the way the rest of the workers called themselves - steel guys, Con Ed guys, trucker guys, military guys, construction guys, machinist guys, welder guys, medical guys ...

This was their "office" for 12 to 16 hours a day, day after day after day ...





7 out of 10 first responders, mostly FDNY, are sick today and require long term care and support.

You can read more about that HERE

There are no clear cut statistics on how many of the recovery workers are sick. There is no single place or agency that supports them.

The average salary of a firefighter is $42,000 a year. They ran into burning, crumbling buildings populated by investment brokers making hundred of thousands a year.

The men and women who worked at Ground Zero are now having their shifts cut, their overtime restricted, their very jobs eliminated.

All the memorials and all the sad songs and all the celebrity benefits will not fix what is broken.

What is broken in this country is respect for workers. Value for people who make things.

I agree that we should never forget those who are gone. Yet the harder job is to never forget those who are here ...

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Oh Yeah!? Well Prove It Day

So tomorrow is the big day when I get "evaluated" by ...



... the big time doctor for the disability insurance company.

I can't remember the last time I needed to prove I was sick. I think I was 12 and Nana just wasn't hearing "but I have cramps".

I'm not worried about it really. I have truth on my side and we all know that truth is all that matters in this country. Oh wait ...

Well OK, I did what I was supposed to do. I insured myself in case I ever got sick or hurt. It was the responsible thing to do. And we all know that if you act responsibly in this country then ...

Let me try this - surely justice and fair play wins in America.

Oh fuck me, I'm screwed.

I did get the insurance company to pay for transportation. First I had to explain to some office assistant sitting somewhere in Butt Cheeks, Wisconsin that it doesn't matter if Google Maps says it's only 38.7 miles.

This is NJ. I need to travel north and west, the state wasn't built for that. And I need to travel at rush hour ...



And come back home at rush hour.

And it is going to rain - hard and all day ...



Mapquest says it will take 57 minutes to get there, so that of course means 2 hours. If I could sit in and operate a moving vehicle for 2 straight hours, go thru a day of medical tests and then drive home for another 2 hours ...

Well I wouldn't be fucking disabled would I?

I can hardly wait until I need to explain that the car service I chose is just called a Limo Service. Don't worry oh great guardians of CEO profits, they're sending a piece of crap. Maybe it'll be a clunker.

Then again, it would be deliciously delightful to arrive at the medical center in style ...



And on we go.

Monday, September 7, 2009

President Obama's Speech to the Schools

The full text of President Obama's upcoming speech is below, taken directly from whitehouse.gov. It was released early to hopefully quiet the .... I'm sorry, I don't know what to call the rambles of the illiterate; the shrieks of the insane; the fake outrage of the right wing media; the obvious bigotry; the clear cut hatred; the lack of respect; the pathetic fears of the ignorant; the sinister fake fears of the hateful.

Indoctrinate our children. That's what many of these hysterics say. Indoctrinate them into what? Learning? Self-esteem? Responsibility?

Then there are the ones who say that the President shouldn't talk to their children without them present. What is he? A crack dealer? A pedophile?

I'd love to know how many of these righteous parents ever watched a Presidential address with their children. Any President.

These "parents" - and it saddens me that they are parents - are teaching their children that if you disagree with someone you shouldn't listen to them; if someone is different from you then you should fear them.

Shame on every single parent who forces their child to ignore current events. Shame on every asshat who whipped up the frenzy. Shame on every self serving politician and pundit who further polarizes our country.

It is a sweet and friendly and benign speech.

I wonder how many of these "parents" will read it? I wonder how many of them can read it.

Shameful. This is the kind of single minded, fearful, dark, oppressive crap that happens in countries the USA invades in order to set them free.

One more painful reminder of how much work needs to be done here before we dare act as though we are morally superior to any other country.

Prepared Remarks of President Barack Obama
Back to School Event
Arlington, Virginia
September 8, 2009

The President: Hello everyone – how’s everybody doing today? I’m here with students at Wakefield High School in Arlington, Virginia. And we’ve got students tuning in from all across America, kindergarten through twelfth grade. I’m glad you all could join us today.

I know that for many of you, today is the first day of school. And for those of you in kindergarten, or starting middle or high school, it’s your first day in a new school, so it’s understandable if you’re a little nervous. I imagine there are some seniors out there who are feeling pretty good right now, with just one more year to go. And no matter what grade you’re in, some of you are probably wishing it were still summer, and you could’ve stayed in bed just a little longer this morning.

I know that feeling. When I was young, my family lived in Indonesia for a few years, and my mother didn’t have the money to send me where all the American kids went to school. So she decided to teach me extra lessons herself, Monday through Friday – at 4:30 in the morning.
Now I wasn’t too happy about getting up that early. A lot of times, I’d fall asleep right there at the kitchen table. But whenever I’d complain, my mother would just give me one of those looks and say, "This is no picnic for me either, buster."

So I know some of you are still adjusting to being back at school. But I’m here today because I have something important to discuss with you. I’m here because I want to talk with you about your education and what’s expected of all of you in this new school year.

Now I’ve given a lot of speeches about education. And I’ve talked a lot about responsibility.
I’ve talked about your teachers’ responsibility for inspiring you, and pushing you to learn.
I’ve talked about your parents’ responsibility for making sure you stay on track, and get your homework done, and don’t spend every waking hour in front of the TV or with that Xbox.
I’ve talked a lot about your government’s responsibility for setting high standards, supporting teachers and principals, and turning around schools that aren’t working where students aren’t getting the opportunities they deserve.

But at the end of the day, we can have the most dedicated teachers, the most supportive parents, and the best schools in the world – and none of it will matter unless all of you fulfill your responsibilities. Unless you show up to those schools; pay attention to those teachers; listen to your parents, grandparents and other adults; and put in the hard work it takes to succeed.
And that’s what I want to focus on today: the responsibility each of you has for your education. I want to start with the responsibility you have to yourself.

Every single one of you has something you’re good at. Every single one of you has something to offer. And you have a responsibility to yourself to discover what that is. That’s the opportunity an education can provide.

Maybe you could be a good writer – maybe even good enough to write a book or articles in a newspaper – but you might not know it until you write a paper for your English class. Maybe you could be an innovator or an inventor – maybe even good enough to come up with the next iPhone or a new medicine or vaccine – but you might not know it until you do a project for your science class. Maybe you could be a mayor or a Senator or a Supreme Court Justice, but you might not know that until you join student government or the debate team.

And no matter what you want to do with your life – I guarantee that you’ll need an education to do it. You want to be a doctor, or a teacher, or a police officer? You want to be a nurse or an architect, a lawyer or a member of our military? You’re going to need a good education for every single one of those careers. You can’t drop out of school and just drop into a good job. You’ve got to work for it and train for it and learn for it.

And this isn’t just important for your own life and your own future. What you make of your education will decide nothing less than the future of this country. What you’re learning in school today will determine whether we as a nation can meet our greatest challenges in the future.
You’ll need the knowledge and problem-solving skills you learn in science and math to cure diseases like cancer and AIDS, and to develop new energy technologies and protect our environment. You’ll need the insights and critical thinking skills you gain in history and social studies to fight poverty and homelessness, crime and discrimination, and make our nation more fair and more free. You’ll need the creativity and ingenuity you develop in all your classes to build new companies that will create new jobs and boost our economy.

We need every single one of you to develop your talents, skills and intellect so you can help solve our most difficult problems. If you don’t do that – if you quit on school – you’re not just quitting on yourself, you’re quitting on your country.

Now I know it’s not always easy to do well in school. I know a lot of you have challenges in your lives right now that can make it hard to focus on your schoolwork. I get it. I know what that’s like. My father left my family when I was two years old, and I was raised by a single mother who struggled at times to pay the bills and wasn’t always able to give us things the other kids had. There were times when I missed having a father in my life. There were times when I was lonely and felt like I didn’t fit in. So I wasn’t always as focused as I should have been. I did some things I’m not proud of, and got in more trouble than I should have. And my life could have easily taken a turn for the worse. But I was fortunate. I got a lot of second chances and had the opportunity to go to college, and law school, and follow my dreams. My wife, our First Lady Michelle Obama, has a similar story. Neither of her parents had gone to college, and they didn’t have much. But they worked hard, and she worked hard, so that she could go to the best schools in this country.

Some of you might not have those advantages. Maybe you don’t have adults in your life who give you the support that you need. Maybe someone in your family has lost their job, and there’s not enough money to go around. Maybe you live in a neighborhood where you don’t feel safe, or have friends who are pressuring you to do things you know aren’t right.

But at the end of the day, the circumstances of your life – what you look like, where you come from, how much money you have, what you’ve got going on at home – that’s no excuse for neglecting your homework or having a bad attitude. That’s no excuse for talking back to your teacher, or cutting class, or dropping out of school. That’s no excuse for not trying.
Where you are right now doesn’t have to determine where you’ll end up. No one’s written your destiny for you. Here in America, you write your own destiny. You make your own future.
That’s what young people like you are doing every day, all across America.

Young people like Jazmin Perez, from Roma, Texas. Jazmin didn’t speak English when she first started school. Hardly anyone in her hometown went to college, and neither of her parents had gone either. But she worked hard, earned good grades, got a scholarship to Brown University, and is now in graduate school, studying public health, on her way to being Dr. Jazmin Perez.

I’m thinking about Andoni Schultz, from Los Altos, California, who’s fought brain cancer since he was three. He’s endured all sorts of treatments and surgeries, one of which affected his memory, so it took him much longer – hundreds of extra hours – to do his schoolwork. But he never fell behind, and he’s headed to college this fall.

And then there’s Shantell Steve, from my hometown of Chicago, Illinois. Even when bouncing from foster home to foster home in the toughest neighborhoods, she managed to get a job at a local health center; start a program to keep young people out of gangs; and she’s on track to graduate high school with honors and go on to college.

Jazmin, Andoni and Shantell aren’t any different from any of you. They faced challenges in their lives just like you do. But they refused to give up. They chose to take responsibility for their education and set goals for themselves. And I expect all of you to do the same.

That’s why today, I’m calling on each of you to set your own goals for your education – and to do everything you can to meet them. Your goal can be something as simple as doing all your homework, paying attention in class, or spending time each day reading a book. Maybe you’ll decide to get involved in an extracurricular activity, or volunteer in your community. Maybe you’ll decide to stand up for kids who are being teased or bullied because of who they are or how they look, because you believe, like I do, that all kids deserve a safe environment to study and learn. Maybe you’ll decide to take better care of yourself so you can be more ready to learn. And along those lines, I hope you’ll all wash your hands a lot, and stay home from school when you don’t feel well, so we can keep people from getting the flu this fall and winter.
Whatever you resolve to do, I want you to commit to it. I want you to really work at it.

I know that sometimes, you get the sense from TV that you can be rich and successful without any hard work -- that your ticket to success is through rapping or basketball or being a reality TV star, when chances are, you’re not going to be any of those things. But the truth is, being successful is hard. You won’t love every subject you study. You won’t click with every teacher. Not every homework assignment will seem completely relevant to your life right this minute. And you won’t necessarily succeed at everything the first time you try. That’s OK. Some of the most successful people in the world are the ones who’ve had the most failures. JK Rowling’s first Harry Potter book was rejected twelve times before it was finally published. Michael Jordan was cut from his high school basketball team, and he lost hundreds of games and missed thousands of shots during his career. But he once said, "I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."

These people succeeded because they understand that you can’t let your failures define you – you have to let them teach you. You have to let them show you what to do differently next time. If you get in trouble, that doesn’t mean you’re a troublemaker, it means you need to try harder to behave. If you get a bad grade, that doesn’t mean you’re stupid, it just means you need to spend more time studying.

No one’s born being good at things, you become good at things through hard work. You’re not a varsity athlete the first time you play a new sport. You don’t hit every note the first time you sing a song. You’ve got to practice. It’s the same with your schoolwork. You might have to do a math problem a few times before you get it right, or read something a few times before you understand it, or do a few drafts of a paper before it’s good enough to hand in.

Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it. I do that every day. Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s a sign of strength. It shows you have the courage to admit when you don’t know something, and to learn something new. So find an adult you trust – a parent, grandparent or teacher; a coach or counselor – and ask them to help you stay on track to meet your goals.

And even when you’re struggling, even when you’re discouraged, and you feel like other people have given up on you – don’t ever give up on yourself. Because when you give up on yourself, you give up on your country.

The story of America isn’t about people who quit when things got tough. It’s about people who kept going, who tried harder, who loved their country too much to do anything less than their best. It’s the story of students who sat where you sit 250 years ago, and went on to wage a revolution and found this nation. Students who sat where you sit 75 years ago who overcame a Depression and won a world war; who fought for civil rights and put a man on the moon. Students who sat where you sit 20 years ago who founded Google, Twitter and Facebook and changed the way we communicate with each other.

So today, I want to ask you, what’s your contribution going to be? What problems are you going to solve? What discoveries will you make? What will a president who comes here in twenty or fifty or one hundred years say about what all of you did for this country?

Your families, your teachers, and I are doing everything we can to make sure you have the education you need to answer these questions. I’m working hard to fix up your classrooms and get you the books, equipment and computers you need to learn. But you’ve got to do your part too. So I expect you to get serious this year. I expect you to put your best effort into everything you do. I expect great things from each of you. So don’t let us down – don’t let your family or your country or yourself down. Make us all proud. I know you can do it.

Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Two Months of Hope

Today is her big 2 month birthday.

She is becoming quite the fashionista. Here she gleefully models an outfit sent to her by AUNTIE DARYL ...




Then she gets all up in the camera demanding more moisturizer ...



We all know being beautiful can be exhausting ...



So she settles down for a bottle and a nap with Dad ...