Saturday, October 04, 2003

Here we go again.....my heart is aching...

I wanted to come and write about the wonderful evening I had in the city but instead I have to report about the latest suicide bombing in Haifa (my birth city). This time at a beach front restaurant. The blast has claimed the lives of 19 people so far and was carried out by a woman. Arabs and Jews were hurt in the bombing. Infact, the restaurant was owned by an Arab. It is being considered the deadliest attack in the past three years.

For a woman to do a suicide bombing is the way women in their culture get to achieve equality. How lucky....so does she get 70 virgins too? How does that work?

I am not trying to make fun of what has happened. It is simply that I am not sure what to say when my heart hurts the way it does.

I guess all I can say is Build the wall, build it now, and hurry up.

Thursday, October 02, 2003

The bane of my existence: Berkeley

I'm sorry for all those who love Berkeley and think it's this wonderful place where freethinkers and free spirits can come and feel loved by all because everyone is open and accepting. Bull Shit. Nothing could be further from the truth. This city is simply a haven for all the radical nutcases out there. There I said it. I finally admitted what I've known all along but was scared to say because of what someone might think of me.

Why do I have to walk through my campus and be bombarded daily with what a horrible country Israel is and how America isn't too dandy either? Why do I deserve that kind of mental and emotional abuse every day? Someone tell me?

You might be wondering why suddenly I am mentioning this. There was a severly disturbing protest going on at Sather Gate today during lunch time (the highest traffic time). Lots of Pro-Palestinian (or should I just call them what they are: Anti-Israel and Anti-Semetic) people chanting, "Israel is an apartheid state!! Free Palestine." And if you can believe it, I even heard them say, "Hey Sharon Hey Bush, how many kids have you killed today?" EXCUSE ME??????? The anger that I felt when they DARED to say such a thing when Israel has to deal with the terror that it goes through. With parents losing children in horrible bombings. They should all be ashamed of themselves. And to the Jews and that one Israeli that took part in this disgusting demonstration. I have one thing to say to you: Shame on you.

During this week of what I consider hell (two midterms in two days in two very challenging classes...) I had to try and put things into perspective. As I stress out, I try and remind myself as to why life is good and that these stupid exams are just annoyances and shouldn't be taken too seriously. Don't get me wrong, I have been studying like a mad woman, but in the end, I have to know that they don't determine my fate in life.

So here's how the thought process goes. Just to give you a taste of Yael's psyche. Maybe you'll be impressed. Perhaps disturbed. Let me know :)

It starts like this. I have been fortunate enough to have the opportunity to go to a very well-respected University to get an education in something that really interests me rather than having to go immediately out into the working field. I am also lucky enough to be able to focus all my energies on my education because my parents wouldn't have it any other way and thankfully they are in a position to make sure I don't have to work during the school year if I don't want to. OK, so yeah yeah...this stuff is important but not the interesting stuff.

I start to comtemplate what I am doing here (at Cal) and how it is that I allowed myself into such a hell hole of stress and social chaos. That quickly becomes a question as to why the hell I am alive to begin with and when one is already worried about exams, to add such a loaded question into the crap going around in one's head can be overwhelming. It boils down to this: It is a miracle that I am in existence today. The more I think about it, the more I have to believe in Hashem (God) because there is no other explanation as to why I am in this world today. I must have some purpose here because the odds were VERY much against my entering this world. I will explain in the next posting.

Tuesday, September 30, 2003

I can't sleep so here I am. As I tried to pass out I recalled a story that my dad told me about my second cousin who is now I believe 2 and a half. I thought I'd share it with you. It goes like this: Idan (that's the boy's name) was asked "where do we get milk from?" and he smartly said "from the breast" as he pointed to his mother's breast I believe (apparently he remembers nursing). So his mother said, "that's right! Where else do we get milk from" hoping to get the answer Cow. He thinks for a second and answers, "the other breast!"

My dad thought this was a clever answer.

Monday, September 29, 2003

The Menu

What did I eat over the weekend...well too much first of all.

My mom, who is a great cook, had the following things prepared for our feasting over the weekend:

Chicken soup with noodles
Chicken in a plum sauce (sweet for the new year)
Potatoes and Yams
Kugel (mmmmmm...I got to take the rest back to school with me)
honey bread
Apples with Honey
Cooked apples with cinnamon
Cooked Zuccini (that was because we all love it..not because it has to do with the new year)


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