Monday, August 8, 2016

#HashtagsAreTheStupidestThingToHappenToHumanity #WhenWillTheyGoAwayAlready?!

I remember when this symbol - # - was called the pound sign and no one knew what it was for.   I actually called it the tic tac toe button, but I may have been the only one.  Simpler times.  Now it's called a hashtag (whatever that means) and it's used to string words together that are impossible to read (like my title for this post...yes, I see the irony) and I don't understand it at all.  I understand creating a hashtag as an actual tag for a wedding or other event, or something else so that all posts about the event or thing can be accessed by just looking up or clicking on that hashtag.  I get that.  That makes a lot of sense.  And I've done that before.
What I don't get is why people write something, and then follow it up with a hashtag and some words all strung together that no one can read.  I also don't understand why you can't just umm...maybe...write that as a regular sentence.  For example, someone might write "Went to the store today.  #freesamples  #neededmilk  #chickenwasonsale  #score".  What is all that gibberish?!  Why can't you just write "I went to the store today b/c I needed milk.  They had free samples.  And chicken was on sale.  Score!"  I once actually saw someone write "#awesomejob"  Really?  You needed a # for that?!  You couldn't just write "Awesome job!"???
Can you imagine if we started actually speaking that way?
person 1: Hey!  Hashtag how are you?
person 2: Hashtag I'm fine.  Hashtag How are you?
person 1: Hashtag good.  Hashtag how was your weekend?
person 2: Hashtag it was nice.  Hashtag we took the kids to the zoo.  Hashtag my little one was scared of the lion, but hashtag my big one played like a hashtag monkey all day.  Hashtag kids!

Hashtag Oy!

Sunday, July 31, 2016

15 years in Washington Heights

I've lived in Washington Heights for 15 years, this July.  I moved in July 2001 after college and a lot has happened since then, and a lot of fun memories were made.

In 15 years living in Washington Heights, I've
had 14 roommates,
lived near Mount Sinai for 13 years,
been a member of Mount Sinai for 12 years,
made 11 videos for friends and/or shul events,
driven to 10 different states for weddings and/or vacations,
served on 9 different shul committees,
moved 8 times
to 7 apartments on 7 different streets,
had 6 jobs,
worked for 5 years on my shul's kiddush committee, (which has a special place in my heart),
run 4 major shul fundraising events,
lived here under the governance of only 3 mayors of NYC (b/c Bloomberg took forever)
lived in 2 zip codes,
and went to 1 Mount Sinai singles event that changed my life forever.


Thursday, June 30, 2016

Just because your phone rings, doesn't mean you have to answer it!

I've been taking the subway for about 17 1/2 years.  It's certainly changed a lot since I it was $1.00 a ride when I started.  Now, it's $2.75 for a one way trip on a regular metrocard.  And while I never bothered with tokens, they still were in circulation when I started taking the subway.  Other than that, not much has changed with the trains.  I have noticed that recently there is a lot of cell phone reception on the trains, especially at certain stops.  I've always enjoyed and appreciated the subway for not having reception b/c at least no one will be talking loudly on their phones for everyone to hear, like they do on the buses.  The quiet is nice.  I'll admit that it's nice to be able to text people while on the train, especially when the train gets stuck and I'm running late, or if I want to let someone know where I am and in how long I'll get to where I'm going.  That's also nice.  And there still isn't consistent reception enough to make a solid phone call.  So it's still quiet.  For now.  But my quiet ride definitely has an expiration date and I bet one day soon, there will be enough reception to make a complete phone call underground from the subway.  For now, though, I will enjoy my (mostly) quiet ride.
Except for those random people who get an incoming call and decide to answer.  And then they spend most of their call yelling something like "I'm on the subway...I'm going to lose you...I'll call y-  $#!t!"  Did you not see that coming?!  You're on the subway!  Underground!  You have about 5 seconds to say anything on the phone!  Sometimes, you don't even have time to say "Hello"!  So why are you picking up your phone?!?!  Just let it go and call them back when you get off the train!  If it's that important, they'll try again and leave you a message.  Or they'll text you, b/c who today doesn't text?  And you can text them back that you're on the train and you'll call them back when you get out.  And your text will probably go thru in a few feet b/c there seems to be service almost every few feet, albeit not enough to make your phone call.  But just b/c your phone rings does not mean you have to answer it!

Monday, November 23, 2015

Fun Morning

  • Overslept and ended up leaving a little later than I wanted :(
  • Got a seat on the subway :)
  • Some rude woman was shoving into my leg, and then finally stepped on my foot :(
  • I kicked her (not hard enough that she would even notice) :)
  • Missed my stop to catch the F train.  Had to take the G train.  Yuck :(
  • Made it to my office safely, altho pretty darn late, but still safely :)

Wednesday, November 4, 2015


Dear horrible woman in the bathroom who let me choke,

I hope you are deaf so that I am guilty of accusing you falsely.  I can not otherwise fathom how you could possibly hear someone coughing like that, so violently, to the point of vomiting, and just walk out of the bathroom without even saying a word.  All you had to do was ask if I were ok.  I had my water bottle.  I eventually turned out ok.  But how would you know that?  You didn't even ask.  Shame on you.  Is this how you observe bein adam lachaveiro?  By walking out on someone in need?  It is not awkward and it is not violating someone's privacy.  It is helping someone who so clearly needs help.  You should be ashamed of yourself.

Signed sadly,
Choking in the private office bathroom in the stall next to you.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Dear Bubby, z"l

Dear Bubby,
I really miss you.  A little more today than other days.  I miss running to the car all excited when Daddy brought you and Zaida to our house.  I miss making "lakalach" with you.  I miss cleaning your kitchen (and making a mess in the process).  I miss playing dress up in your apt with my special red box of jewelry and the giant skirts that you saved for me.  I'm wearing a giant skirt and big earrings today just for you.  (The heavy earrings might not make it all day...sorry.)  I miss cheating at rummy with you.  Don't worry.  Your great-granddaughter, who is named after you, cheats when she plays with me just like I did when I played with you.  So cheating is still in our family.  Isn't that nice.  I remember watching the "Crosby" show for the first time in your apt.  (Nobody likes him anymore, just so you know).  I remember when Meira and I were (not) sleeping over and you would tell us to sleep "tushy to tushy".  I do not miss that part, but I do miss sleeping over.  I remember one time, I was sick and I had to stay home from school, so Daddy brought me to your apt for the day.  Then I got homesick and cried and you made me spaghetti until Daddy came and took me home.  Then I felt bad that I hurt your feelings by leaving you so Daddy helped me call you.  That was a weird day.  I remember when Mommy or Daddy would potch me in the tush b/c of course I did something I shouldn't have, b/c I was no angel, and you used to tell me to make me feel better that they were just swatting the flies away, b/c you thought I was a perfect angel.  (I was not.  But don't tell anyone.)  I miss you coming to our house for Pesach.  That was my favorite.  Giving out parts for Echad Mi Yodaya.  I always gave you the hardest part.  And you just took it, and laughed - maybe more than I did.  I'm not sure why that was ok, but Mommy and Daddy were laughing also.  I wish you could come to my home now for Pesach.  You would love it.  I wish you could've been at my wedding - in your light pink dress with the empire waist.  I wish you could've met Moshe.  You would love him too.  I wish you could've watched me speak at my graduation.  You'd be so proud of me.  I miss helping you set up the kiddush in your shul.  I remember learning how to put together those plastic wine cups.  I thought it was so cool.  So for about 8 years, I helped and then became in charge of setting up kiddush in my shul.  We didn't have those fancy cups like you had...b/c I didn't have a little helper like you had.  You should've been at the shul dinner where they honored me for a lot of things, but mostly for kiddush.  That was all you.  I think I actually mentioned you in my speech.  You would've been so proud.  I remember when it struck me that I ran kiddush and so did my bubby.  That was a mind-blowing moment.  Thank you for passing that torch on to me.  I'd be a very different person without it.
I just really miss you.  I don't know what else to say.  I just really miss you.

your Special :)

Change the what?

Last night, we changed the clocks back an hour.  But did anyone actually change a real clock?  Before changing the clocks last night, I looked around my apt and saw the computers and cell phones and router, which all are basically atomic clocks and change automatically, and I asked "Is there any clock here that we actually have to change?"  My husband thought and said "no" and I was a little surprised.  Is there really no more physically changing the clock anymore?  Like no more rewinding a movie after you watch it?  It made me a little sad.  (Then we thought of our watches...and the radio clock in the bedroom.  Phew!)  But what's next?  Not using a key to turn on the car?  Wait...