Showing posts with label jewishness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jewishness. Show all posts

Sunday, December 27, 2009

hanukkah fairy stops traffic at times square

so i realized i never shared with you my finished hanukkah fairy costume (with faux fur jacket!). sadly, i didn't get a chance to take a picture of the awesome felt menorah oh-so-cleverly glued onto the back, but i think you get the idea.

some costume details to look for:
* actual dreidels sewn into the skirt of my dress
* jewish star "pasties" glued onto ... ahem .... well you can guess where
* blue fairy wand
*hanukkah "dingle hoppers" headband
* jewish stars puff painted on dress to cover booze spilled in previous years ;)

oh, the crafy craftiness knows no bounds.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

why miss dewey decimal loves xmas


this may just be my year to finally drive a tractor!

Monday, October 6, 2008

a page from the book of life

god has this book, see? it's a book of life. and in the book he/she writes down all the good things and all the bad things about each and every person.

even though one could make an argument that i "am not very jewish," i think we can all agree that my jewish heritage is important to me in my own way. so even though i was trapped ... ahem, i mean working ... at library-in-the-hood this rosh hashanah i still celebrated it in my own way, thinking about my own book of life.

i decided to have a program with the children and discuss what rosh hashanah is about. when asked the kids knew the following points:

1. rosh hashanah is a day they have off from school
2. rosh hashanah is a jewish holiday
3. people pray on rosh hashanah

well, i'll give it to them. all those things are true. but i decided to elaborate on those things, telling them that rosh hashanah is the beginning of the jewish new year, and explaining how the jewish calendar is different from the regular calendar. then i told them that on rosh hashanah we think about how sweet life is, and about eating apples and honey, and how we remember all the good things we've done in the past year, while also thinking about what good deeds we can do in the future. i told them about mitzvahs, and how mitzvahs are good things you do for others (not for yourself). then i told them about how we also think about what bad things we've done, and we think about how we can make up for these bad things. oh and i talked about the shofar, which is always exciting.

then we did a craft. oh how i love crafts. we each made a book and colored in rosh hashana pictures. then we wrote all the mitzvahs we had done in the past year, and wrote a list of anything bad that we did that we would like to improve on or feel sorry about.

i made a big point of telling them that it is okay to have done something bad. everyone does. no one is perfect. but that we need to realize when we've done something bad and try to apologize for it, or do better next time. i also emphasized the importance of forgiving others when the apologize to us, and also forgiving ourselves. not that i'm trying to convert anyone, but i like for people to understand that judaism isn't one of those burn-in-hell type religions.

we went around and said some of the good things that we've done, and some of the things we feel sorry for. there were a couple of kids who do community service, so they discussed the volunteer work they're involved in. this led to a discussion about the community here, and what type of problems it has. a few kids mentioned domestic violence (and even used the term "domestic violence"). it was a bit disturbing. they went around the room citing examples of domestic violence that they had witnessed. one kid said that he was walking down the street with his friend's mother and a man approached her and began to beat her in the street. someone else confirmed that they had seen this happening from their apartment window. although the kids were clearly upset by these incidents, they also accepted them as a typical part of life.

after my friend rasha died, i had this epiphany that just being alive and well is a pretty amazing feat, and should not be taken lightly. our day-to-day problems, although they seem monumental to us, are not really a big deal. most things will be solved in due time. and if they aren't, then in due time we will learn to live with those problems that cannot be solved. but listening to these kids tell countless stories of domestic violence, i was overwhelmed with both sadness and fear. they have real problems to overcome. problems the rest of us will never know.

be thankful for what you have dear blog readers. be thankful.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

kids are funny

i admit it. i was looking at the facebook pictures one of my friends posted of this weekend's toga party. a 5th grade girl sneaks up behind me and gets a look at me and another girl, both in togas, hanging on mr. katz. she looks at the picture and asks, "oh, is that a jewish holiday?"

ahhhh, kids. gotta love 'em. maybe we should encorporate togas into the passover seder. did i ever tell you about the time i almost convinced my mom to throw a costume seder in which we would all dress up as our favorite jews? yet another brilliant idea that never came to fruition.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

we just call him god

why have my posts become so religious? or are they anti-religious?

the other day i was standing on the sidewalk, waiting for the lovely man at the autoshop to patch my flat tire ... a young man walked by and said good morning to me. i hate greeting strangers in public. i am a friendly person. i love meeting new people. but i do not want to talk to unknown people when i'm out and about trying to run errands. much like my strong feelings against getting to know one's neighbors. it's not that i'm rude, i just enjoy minding my own business. anyway, i was feeling generous so i smiled and said good morning.

a few minutes later he returned, smiling at me and saying that he hoped that everything was okay with my car. at this point i assumed he was trying to hit on me, so i went into defense mode.

me: it'll be fine thanks (please read: leave me the hell alone)
guy: is there anything i can do to help?
me: i think these autoshop guys have it covered
guy: i think i have some reading material that may interest you
me: i'm sure it won't
guy: well why don't you check it out
then he rummages through his bag and gives me a leaflet entitled "Being Saved by Jesus" or something like that. as soon as i see the word "jesus" i put my hands up and back away like he's trying to hand me molten lava.
me: no! sorry! i don't believe in jesus! (then i shield my eyes from said pamphlet)
guy: jesus is the only one who can save you. god wants you to accept his son as the one true savior.
me: god likes me just fine thanks.
guy: god loves everyone, but in order to be saved by god you must be baptised.
me: no, my god doesn't care if you're baptised. my god only wants you to be a good person.
guy: who is your god?
me: huh?
guy: what is your god's name?
me: we just call him god.

i can understand how back in the good old days of preachin' and convertin', missionaries could use all sorts of magic tricks and brainwashing to get innocent tribal people to fall for this stuff. but really, an on-the-street conversion? in brooklyn? does that ever work? what is the success rate of this practice? does your average jew-on-the-street ever denounce their faith after reading a short pamphlet? do heathens ever see the error of their ways because some complete stranger told them that if they didn't, they weren't going to get to bounce around on clouds in the afterlife? please. behaviors like this just reinforce my strong feelings against interacting with others.





Sunday, August 10, 2008

in g-d's house

i am not a religious person. i do not believe in anything. i do not believe that she is in a better place. or that she is with god. or that this is all part of a divine plan that will somehow make sense if you just have faith. i have no faith. i wish i could take comfort in the idea of something after this existence, something larger than myself, but i just can't.

on those rare occasions when i find myself in a synagogue, in a house of the supposed god, i am typically unmoved. it doesn't touch me or give me solace. usually i am just waiting to leave. but this weekend i found myself in a temple in maine, trying to celebrate with my family, while simultaneously attempting to ignore the impending reality that one of my friends is gone. and then i came across this passage in a prayerbook, and it made me cry.


where has this week vanished?
is it lost forever?
will i ever recover anything from it?
the joy of life,
the unexpected victory,
the realized hope,
the task accomplished?

will i ever be able to banish the memory of pain,
the sting of defeat,
the heaviness of boredom?

on this day let me keep for a while what must drift away.
on this day let me be free of the burdens that must return.
on this day, abide.

help me to withdraw for a while
from the flight of time.
contain the retreat of the hours and days
from the grasp of frantic life.

let me learn to pause, if only for this day.
let me find peace on this day.
let me enter into a quiet world this day.
on this day, abide.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

another passover mystery solved

just to keep you all in the loop, my sister-in-law found the missing haggadahs from passover. turns out they were in her house the whole time. so i apologize if any family members think i may have accused them of shamelessly stealing our haggadahs. (but know that i'm watching you! i haven't seen my menorah in a while ....)

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

my craftiness and my jewishness will blow your mind

you must bask in the glory of my continually crafty craftiness! after a while you would think i might run out of ideas. maybe i would get all dried up and washed out. maybe i would lose my idealistic ideals and become a sell out. but no, this is not the case.
today i will be discussing passover with the children and then we will be making these fabulous seder plates. you are probably thinking to yourself, "how on earth did miss dewey decimal make such a lovely seder plate?" well, it was not as easy as one might think. surprisingly, all the passover crafts i found on the internet were for children who will actually be celebrating passover. stuff like matzoh covers, afikomen holders, passover place cards ... you know, things that the children of the hood would never need. so i had to scour the internet for pictures of the seder plate items that were appropriate for coloring, and then i glued them onto a paper plate which i had colored in with magic marker. then, in the center, as the piece de resistance, i wrote my name in hebrew (hebrew spellings are approximated). so i will be giving all the kids a little print out of the hebrew alphabet and they will figure out how to spell their names in hebrew. what fun!
seriously, i love exposing the children to jewish culture. i am such an oddity to them. none of them have ever met a jew before. i am truly a stranger from a strange land. they are always enthralled whenever i say crazy things like, "well, as a jew i don't celebrate easter." then they collectively gasp and shout in amazement. oh, it will be such fun to describe passover to them. it will blow their minds.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

she's crafty ... she's just my type

i'll give you goyim (i use this term with love) one thing ... you sure do know how to decorate for the holidays. but we are catching up to you! not only do i have my traditional "happy hanukkah" banner up, but i have also created a sort of winter wonderland of snowflakes utilizing old pages of the phonebook. and then i decided that i needed to bring my bike in for the season, so i felt it best to decorate said bike with a paper chain, christmas lights, a few globe-y ornaments, and yes those are blueberry candy canes hanging from the spokes. it is truly a sight to behold.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

jew in the hood

i was speaking to my activities assistant about what sorts of holiday crafts we should do (two christmas, one kwanzaa and one hanukkah) and she admitted to me that she has no idea what a dreidel is! oy vey iz mir!

when i was a kid we used to make dreidel people out of construction paper and then make accordion arms and legs for them (long strips of construction paper folded over and over again). it was very classy looking ... if only my activities assistant hadn't used all my googley eyes.