Monthly Archives: May 2008

Ben Franklin Slept Here

Historic Philly: I venture out to see the sites.  The weather is gorgeous—sunny and not too hot.  Old Town, the historic area of about one square mile, is a short walk from the hotel.  I see quite a few things, including Betsy Ross’s house, Christ Church, and Mikveh Israel.  The old buildings are great, and I love the actors in period costumes who wander around and tell stories.  Some of them have mastered the knack of using present tense, as if they are still in their own era.  I learn the following interesting bits of trivia:

  • Betsy Ross was an upholsterer.
  • George Washington wanted six-pointed stars, as those in his family crest.  Betsy held out for five-pointed stars, as they are “easier to cut and sew.”  Would the nation’s history have been different had the flag been adorned with a bunch of magen david
  • Mikveh Israel, one of the nation’s oldest b’tei knesset, is Sephardi.
  • Philadelphia was considered the most free and liberal city, with an unusual tolerance for different religions.  Compare that to what was going on at the time in the Puritanical New England area, where people could be jailed for not attending church!
  • Despite being a Quaker, Betsy made ammo in her cellar to help the Revolutionaries.
  • I knew about the bifoculs, but I didn’t know that ol’ Ben invented swim flippers!

The oddest part of the day defitely has to be going into a discount store run by Rastafarians, and hearing the sales clerk speak Hebrew on the phone.  She freaked a bit when I talked to her, then grinned. 

Insults on Demand

Shakespearean style:  Need something creative to hurl at the next annoying cretin who blights your day?  Try this.

Philly or Bust

Well, that was fun: I arrive safe and relatively sound (if not totally sane).  My TLF to CDG let was horrible.  I was jammed in between two large people, one of whom feel asleep and practically leaned on me.  The Paris to Philly leg was better; the plane wasn’t full and I had an aisle seat, so I could get up and move around from time to time.  My back, while not great, was not as horrible as I feared.  The few nights before I left were just awful, and I was really worried about getting here.

Unfortunately several large flights arrived together in Philly, so the lines at imigration and customs were horrible.  It took an hour to get out of the airport!

More later…

Russian Shmaltz

Feh!  Russia wins Eurovision.  I stay up way too late to watch.  Boaz at least does not embarrass us, as he ends up in the top ten, garnishing points from many countries.  (Personally, I think he did a great job with a really great song.)  A few surprises: some of the other plastic entries that I expected to do well (Poland and Sweden, for example) ended up near the bottom.  UK finished in a very undeserved last place, while Germany was also at the bottom (and rightly so).  Check out some interesting links here and some very strange statistics here.  What never ceases to amaze me is that for some people in Europe, joke entries like those of Spain and Latvia were clearly the favorites, as they received top points a few times (though still not coming close to being real contenders).

Cool cats and other animals: Northern LS sends us this story about animals getting along, while Central LS has another cool cat story.

 

Countdown to the Finals!

Always a surprise: The second semi-final for Eurovision #53 was last night.  As usual, we end up witha mixed bag.  A few of my favorites made it (Turkey, Croatia, and Albania), but Switzerland is out (too bad—we were overdue for some Italian in the finals) and Malta’s attempt to woo the Slavic bloc with their song “Vodka” failed.  No surprise that the totally plastic glam of Sweden made it, but why Latvia?  Oh, God, why?  I have to be greatful that Lithuania didn’t make it (what was that guy thinking?), as well as Belarus and Bulgaria, both exquisitely awful in their own way.  The true joy of Eurovision is that some of the “serious” entries are much funnier than that those that attempt to be humorous.  The finals are this motzei shabbat, so break out the booze and get ready to party.  Here’s the final lineup in the order that they’ll be performing:

  1. Romania
  2. UK
  3. Albania
  4. Germany
  5. Armenia
  6. Bosnia and Hrzegovina
  7. Israel
  8. Finland
  9. Croatia
  10. Poland
  11. Iceland
  12. Turkey
  13. Portugal
  14. Latvia
  15. Sweden
  16. Denmark
  17. Georgia
  18. Ukraine
  19. France
  20. Azerbaijan
  21. Greece
  22. Spain
  23. TBA (wildcard draw to be announced on the night; based on highest losing vote in semi-finals)
  24. Russia
  25. Norway

So that’s it.  If you weed out the jokes (Latvia and Spain), the gimmicks (Azerbaijan, Bosnia and Herzegovina), sappy ballads (Poland, Georgia, Russia) and the annoying pop fluff (Germany, Iceland, Sweden, Denmark, Ukraine, and Norway), there are still a few fun ones out there.  As usual, I’ll probably be surprised at how the voting goes, but that’s half the fun.

See y’all on the other side! 

We’re In!

Boaz does us proud: Amidst the ludicrous, the embarrassing, and the gimick-laden acts, Boaz Mauda stood on the stage and sang.  And it was good… good enough to earn us a spot in the finals this coming motzei shabbat.  See who else got in here.

I’m still alive: My back, which has been bothering me for about a month, got so bad that I showed up at a client site yesterday wearing a brace.  I may have looked like a dork, but the brace got me through a longish day (left the house at 5:30 and got home at 20:30) that included a full day seminar.   The group was fun and energetic, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.  Looks like I might be wearing this bizarre corset on my transatlantic flights, too…  Wish me luck.

Sales Israeli Style

What size are you?  Only in Israel would I wear a size LARGE in some things, yet be too small for the smallest size in other stores.  Go figure.  I have never managed to get a handle on women’s clothing here.  Here are a few choice moments from a recent shopping expedition:

  • On asking a clueless sales-dude what “size 1” means (as in 36, 38, etc.), he said, “Small.  I think.”  Yes, but what is it in sizes?
  • A sales clerk asks me what size I am.  I tell her.  “Oh, no,” she says, sadly shaking her head, “you’re at least <two sizes larger>.”  I am confused, but agree to try on the skirt in the size she says.  It is enormous.  I ask for a smaller size.  “That is the smallest we carry,” she says.  Aha.  The coin drops.  I now understand why she attempted to supersize me.
  • “Are you shopping for your mother?” asks a very snooty sales clerk when I accidentally wander into a plus-size shop. 
  • “Oh, all you have to do is take it in here a bit,” enthuses a sweet young thing.  I explain that I would rather not pay their outrageous prices and then pay my seamstress to alter it.  Oi.
  • “Try this,” suggest another helpful and equally clueless ditz, handing me a skirt that would be age-appropriate for a girl in junior high.
  • “How about purple?” in response to my request for a grey skirt.  Of course!  They are so similar.
  • “Why do you want that?” is the quintessential Israeli response whenever you ask for something that they don’t have.  (Close second: ein devar k’zeh—as in, “there’s no such thing.”)

I suppose that I should be used to it by now, but sometimes it still annoys the crap out of me.