July 2007

And I have my appointment with the Aliyah Office!!

moocowinthecity 2007-07-02 No Comments

I have my appointment with the Aliyah Organization & Shaliach (Emissary) on July 16th. I plan on being in Israel starting in February, of course it really depends on when a Nefesh B’Nefesh flight is, since I’d rather get full benefits instead of sacrificing full benefits for a $50.00 flight.

More information for the NYC crew on when I’ll be down and where I’ll be when I book it.

And so it begins…this is pretty cool. I need a new binder though, so I can sort all of the information…I’ll pick that up later this week.

…but I’m gunna be a dual citizen, how cool is that!?

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth…

moocowinthecity 2007-07-02 No Comments

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth if I forgot your shining seas and the deserts that reach up in praise to the Lord. The mountains of Nazareth and the deserts of the Negev. Oh Israel my heart beats for thee. Should I forget your beauty let God freeze me in my feet. The winds that blow before the Western Wall coming over me and wrapping me in your comfort as prayers are raised on the wings of angels to the sky and even the voices of the downtrodden and the poor and the weak are heard.

From and the mountains of Nazareth and the deserts of the Negev, oh Israel my heart beats for thee. Should I forget your beauty let god freeze me in my stance; the winds that blow before the western wall; the water that bathed the feet of my forefathers and my mothers in the days of old, city stones bearing witness to the triumphs and the humiliations, the happiness and the pain of my people: for without the darkness we can never know the gift of light.

And within my chest the feeling of praise is felt. No greater than a prostitute, no more and no less holy than those who drape themselves in philacteries and who inscribe the name of the lord upon their forehead and upon the palms of their hand and upon their chest: to each their own connection/and with step by step addressing the hate that’s still sadly found within our community.

Rise up.

kuroinox (1:28:13 PM): I used to wonder where such bad fic ideas came from. Now I know – they’ve been reading spam.

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth…

moocowinthecity 2007-07-02 No Comments

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth if I forgot your shining seas and the deserts that reach up in praise to the Lord. The mountains of Nazareth and the deserts of the Negev. Oh Israel my heart beats for thee. Should I forget your beauty let God freeze me in my feet. The winds that blow before the Western Wall coming over me and wrapping me in your comfort as prayers are raised on the wings of angels to the sky and even the voices of the downtrodden and the poor and the weak are heard.

From and the mountains of Nazareth and the deserts of the Negev, oh Israel my heart beats for thee. Should I forget your beauty let god freeze me in my stance; the winds that blow before the western wall; the water that bathed the feet of my forefathers and my mothers in the days of old, city stones bearing witness to the triumphs and the humiliations, the happiness and the pain of my people: for without the darkness we can never know the gift of light.

And within my chest the feeling of praise is felt. No greater than a prostitute, no more and no less holy than those who drape themselves in philacteries and who inscribe the name of the lord upon their forehead and upon the palms of their hand and upon their chest: to each their own connection/and with step by step addressing the hate that’s still sadly found within our community.

Rise up.

kuroinox (1:28:13 PM): I used to wonder where such bad fic ideas came from. Now I know – they’ve been reading spam.

How does “Let’s get a family portrait taken” turn into a…

moocowinthecity 2007-07-01 No Comments

How does “let’s get a family portrait taken” turn into a $3,000.00 catered BBQ with 70 Guests and a professional Bartender who may or may not be wearing a shirt (I know we’re having a professional bartender come in, I don’t know if my dad’s caterer knew he was joking when he asked for a Chippendale)? I love my family, I do…I love my father, I really do…but sometimes he over complicates things to the point where they’re more of a pain in the ass to do and no longer fun.

I did not want a $3,000.00 catered event, nor did I want the work required (setup, organizing, having him go psychotic and sending me on 400 errands to 400 stores and then arguing with me over what I’ve picked up) associated with such an endeavor and if I tell him that this isn’t what I wanted (I wanted a photograph, taken on one of our digital cameras and maybe I would have even picked up a nice frame when I got back to Buffalo) then I’m spoiled because clearly everyone wants a $3,000.00 fucking BBQ that requires a professional staff of waiters and a caterer…

When I get married (whether recognized by a government or not) I (well, my partner and I) will be paying for the entire event ourselves. We will plan the entire event ourselves. My parents will have no input (if I have to hire armed security to enforce this decision, consider it done with orders to shoot meddlers on site). They will get two plane tickets in the mail and will be told when and where they are to show up: that’s it.

Ask my father for an Omlet and all of a sudden you find yourself in charge and responsible for an entire fucking farm.

…maybe I just need more coffee…

I know that I’ll have fun today, as soon as there are guests…because that puts 70 people between my father and I…he has been yelling and talking at me, for the past 48 hours and if I don’t get a break soon, we’re going to put on boxing gloves and deal with it the old fashioned way.