Corti recently posted about how memes have sort of disappeared from the Jewish blogosphere. I think that’s a shame. I never even got to do one; they can be extinct yet! :-/ I don’t really understand the purpose of this particular meme, per se, since every one of these sentences can use more elucidation than just one line. Nonetheless, the meme does succeed in being fun and giving the reader a glimpse of what’s going on the writer’s head, and that is cool. Also, I think you get to tag people, which I assume means you get to nudge them to do it, or something like that, but again, this the first meme I am participating in. Without further ado:
Corti's Instructions: Finish the Following 8 Sentences.
1.I wish I... had more time in a day. I also wish I could fly and see aurora borealis from the sky. Practically speaking, I wish I had a healthy, cute little baby (preferably girl) destined for our near future, whom I could cradle in my arms…
2.My biggest fear... is the prospect of losing my mind. Scary thought; or potentially lack thereof…
3.I hate(having)to... deal with people who are overly judgmental.
4.I love... my wife and family. If the question would have said "I like" that would have been a whole long list…
5.Today I will... bake some more bread. I think I’ve been bitten by either a yeast or flour borne mosquito. I seem to have an insatiable desire to bake bread. Strange, yet tasty. :-)
6.Yesterday I... planted thyme some thyme in a pot on our kitchen window sill. I don’t really know why. I think it was more of conversation piece. Why you ask? Well, couldn’t everyone use more thyme? I had too much thyme on my hands and it was really only a matter of thyme. (insert additional thyme puns here; no corn, only thyme).
7.My hair... is not listening to me; it’s generally short and dark but now it’s just too long for its own good. If you include the sefira stubble/beard, then my hair is also itchy and scratchy, sans the violence.
8.I will never... be a female’s hair stylist. I've learned my lesson. I think one experience is quite enough for me. ;-)
With the intention of further perpetuating this meme around the blogosphere, I shall tag six people (i figured it was a safe number, but feel free to tag as many people as you want) so that they too can share in this strange activity and spread this strange post-like thing further....
I recently came across a possible moral conundrum. I’m guessing it’s more widespread than I know of, but this is the first time I came across it, well technically it's secondhand, but that doesn't matter. As most of you are well aware, finding an apartment can be an arduous task nowadays. Or as the age-old adage goes: "put your money in land, because they aren’t making more of it." Additionally, once you begin to add other criteria such as location (or "location, location, location") and nearby amenities, conveniences, and other factors, the search becomes either harder or more expensive. Regardless, the current situation, at least in many communities, is lending itself towards being classified as a seller’s market. And with power comes the potential for corruption or misuse.
Here is the situation: An acquaintance of ours was recently apartment hunting and stumbled upon a seemingly good apartment. By good, we're basically talking about an apartment that has new fixtures and appliances, is generously spacious, in a great location, has hardwood flooring, and it even has a dishwasher, washer, and dryer etc. Based on the above criteria the asking rental price is actually very reasonable. The person in question told me that he knows for a fact that there are a lot of people vying for this place, which I assume is a valid assumption. That being said, the current tenant knows that there is a growing demand for their place. Due to the fact that they are still under contract and ultimately have the rights to the apartment for the duration of said agreement, the current tenant is using their leverage to chose their successors, albeit with only one little concession : The new tenant must purchase all their furniture. Arguably the asking price might be slightly inflated compared to current market value. However, it might be safe to assume that they are trying to sell it for what they originally paid. Personally, I have no idea; I don’t know the actual numbers involved nor have I personally appraised the furniture.
I assume the legality of the situation is not in question since the above practice would appear to be legal, albeit questionable and seemingly capitalistic in nature, but I could be overlooking something. Regardless, the question I really am wondering about: is this practice Yashrus?
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Recently, my wife, TAW, needed some help. Well more specifically,
she needed some pertinent info that was hard to come by. After some brainstorming and random sampling, we decided, who better to call than a shadchan, right?
These pros stake their reputation on their ability to ascertain, discern, and relate information. Besides, we all ready had established a rapport after being in shidduchim for a while so why not give it a try....
Being that the subject
matter was rather timely, I asked my wife to make the call without delay, which she diligently proceeded to do right then and there. As an aside, you kind of forget how hard it is to reach certain shadchanim once you’re out of shidduchim;
full voicemail boxes, "busy" hours, unreachable cellphones, getting put on hold every few minutes, and of course the nearly constant
“click” of call waiting. But this was important, so my wife persevered in her attempts to contact said shadchan. As we where about to give up and resume our brainstorming efforts and proceed in another direction entirely, my wife suddenly reached the shadchan.
I can’t say this is exactly how it happened since I wasn't within earshot for the entire conversation, but it went something like this:
Of course the first question asked was, “why are you
calling me, aren’t you already married?” but that was merely in jest and followed by “how
are you and what can I do for you?” My wife responded “b"h very good, thank you. Well you see, I’m looking to make
a shidduch.” “Oh really, that’s very nice; what exactly are you looking for?” “Well,
we’re looking for one that is all-around great, rich, heart of gold,
easy-going, presentable, real, pleasant, and has some personality, you know, more salty
After some thought and deliberation the shadchan replied “Hmm… that’s
quite a long list of requirements, but I think I know exactly what you’re looking
for!” The shadchan then proceeded to enumerate all
the requisite and necessary info, to which my wife neatly and meticulously jotted it all down on to a piece of paper, occasionally pausing to ask questions and clarify some points
here and there. Elated, my wife thanked the talented, kind, and inordinately busy lady for her time and help and then wished her a longwinded goodbye and goodnight.
make a short story long, the shidduch idea worked out fabulously. I mean there
were some hitches along the way, as is customary with these things, but
overall it all turned out okay. In conclusion, that my friends is how we b”h have
some really good potato kugel, all thanks to a wonderful shadchan! What, you
thought shadchanim only make matches with actual people and dates?!
Sometime you wonder what changes when you get married. The following story might shed some light on that, theoretically at least... I kid you not, this really happened!
This past Friday TAW and I were driving around town doing some pre-shabbos errands, when all of a sudden I was besought by a fit of sneezing. Before I was married I would have managed to umm… hide my nasal discharge somewhere. We’ll, if my wife wasn’t around, I probably would have done the same thing. However, being that my wife was with me, and that the sheer quantity of umm… stuff, was quite excessive; hence, I don’t think that my usual plan of action was going to work, nor did my wife. So being that we were smack in middle of an intersection, we started rummaging through ever pocket, purse, and storage compartment looking for a tissue or tissue like object. Unfortunately, and much to my wife’s chagrin, we could not locate a tissue.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
My recommendation was to use my pants. I mean I could just change them when I get home put TAW did not like that idea. She offered another idea. Well, how do I put this… See… she had these umm.. special “handkerchiefs” type things in her purse. You know the kind that comes in those pretty plastic baggies with flowers on them or something like that, I’m really not that well acquainted with them… Of course my first response was: “THERE IS NO FLIPPING WAY I AM USING ONE OF THOSE!” My wife responded: “Why not, they are clean, perfectly fine, and sanitary. It’s not like they’re used or something?!?”
I would have decided to not take the high-road and fight vehemently, but the goo was running down my nose, hands, and fingers while making it mighty hard to drive, so I gave in. I did have one condition though; I would only wipe my nose. ;-) I did have my concerns that somebody might have see the “tail” but that was a risk I was going to have to take. So to make a long story short, I used it and I didn’t even get any weird stares or traffic violations. For the record, my wife did get in a good long smirk. Whatever, I am not doing that again, at least not voluntarily. I have to say those things are not at all absorbent and they shed like crazy. Eww. :-( Lesson learned! I’ll stick to tissues, thanks you very much! :-/
Recently, we decided to volunteer to cook a weekday-night supper for another family as part of one of those collaborative efforts things. This project didn’t exactly strike us as a difficult task. How hard can it be to buy the produce and effectively double our supper? However, the question that needs to be address is: what exactly should we make. So in an effort to tap the collective brainstorming environment called blog readers, I present to you following query. If you were to be making supper for someone else, what would you make them? Or better yet, if you were receiving supper for some else for some odd reason, what dish or items would you prefer?