HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Hey, mishpuha!
2003 is in its last day - I am taking stock.
War and destruction in the word - brought by our unelected junta.
Still, on a smaller level, seeds of change are sown in the fabric of the darkness.
Politically, I was part of a movement that brought a candidate in the presidential race - who will win the nomination and beat bush in 2004 (you heard it here first).
Locally, our activism was able to stop a power grab by the NYC's billionaire mayor. He invested 7.3 million of his personal money in a campaign to render the democratic party powerless in NYC. With some enthusiasm, shoe leather and the truth, we defeated this referendum by 70% to 30% of the vote.
Personally, a good year as well. We had a rainy summer and fall, lots of mushies, lots of love.
Maya is in a new school, Children's Workshop, in K-1. She reads and writes and loves it! (working these days on a letter to her teacher about cooking a dish from to cookshop recipee book - her idea)
Of course the most significant event in our life this year was joining the Dias y Flores community garden in May, after the Rites of Spring parade.
It transformed our entire year, this little piece of NYC. The summer blackout became a party because of it, Dolores's sculptures grace the gates, our lot, Halloween taught Maya that "giving is better than receiving", the Winter Solstice was magic...And we'll sing there again tomorrow, all in the family & all the garden members and whomever wants to join us - the doors are open!
It's a symbol of hope for us!
Here's to whishing 2004 an even better year to all of us - may all your wishes come true!
I can see baby new Year approaching now!
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Sunday, December 21, 2003
Back from the garden!
I got this card from Victor.
The garden was a dream! The former pit of our pond had a wheelbarrow in it where a bonfire was on. Next to it a fir tree (real, living one) was decked in red and green lights. A pot of hot chocolate was brewing next to the fire. Our garden people were gathered around the fire with song sheets caroling. Victor braved the cold playing the guitar to accompany. Some were doing percussion with sticks and barrels/canisters - and that worked beautifully for the "Little Drummer Boy" finale.
We had such a great time we decided to do it again on New Year's day. I'll teach them "Sorcova Vesela"
I got this card from Victor.
The garden was a dream! The former pit of our pond had a wheelbarrow in it where a bonfire was on. Next to it a fir tree (real, living one) was decked in red and green lights. A pot of hot chocolate was brewing next to the fire. Our garden people were gathered around the fire with song sheets caroling. Victor braved the cold playing the guitar to accompany. Some were doing percussion with sticks and barrels/canisters - and that worked beautifully for the "Little Drummer Boy" finale.
We had such a great time we decided to do it again on New Year's day. I'll teach them "Sorcova Vesela"
Happy 7th Anniversary to us!
Today Victor and I have 7 years together. We are also preparing the Solstice celebration (it will come at 2 AM here). So, for tthe darkness we ate some black foods (rice and black beans, chocolate and blackberry jam). We exchanged presents and we are now going to the garden for a solstice hot chocolate and songs gathering. Tomorrow, we'll eat yellow foods for the sun!
Happy winter solstice, everyone!
Today Victor and I have 7 years together. We are also preparing the Solstice celebration (it will come at 2 AM here). So, for tthe darkness we ate some black foods (rice and black beans, chocolate and blackberry jam). We exchanged presents and we are now going to the garden for a solstice hot chocolate and songs gathering. Tomorrow, we'll eat yellow foods for the sun!
Happy winter solstice, everyone!
Where Political Influence Is Only a Keyboard Away
More than ever, the Internet gives people a connection -- and a voice -- in campaigns.
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  By Matea Gold, Times Staff Writer
NEW YORK — Every morning, before her 5-year-old daughter wakes up, Leah Faerstein sits down at her computer in her East Village apartment and logs onto Democratic presidential candidate Wesley K. Clark's Web site.
A few years ago, Faerstein was politically indifferent and didn't own a computer. But now the stay-at-home mom spends hours a day on Clark's Web log, or blog, munching on chocolate Clark bars and chatting with other aficionados of the former NATO commander. Â
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 Recently, she was thrilled to hear Clark use a phrase about democracy that she had suggested on the blog.
"I'm not going to take the credit," said Faerstein, 50. "But I think it's osmosis. There's a back and forth between us and the campaign. I couldn't feel more connected."
Faerstein is one of hundreds of thousands of people who have turned to the Internet this year to participate in national politics, relying on a technology that is playing a central role in the way citizens are experiencing the 2004 presidential campaign.
More than ever, the Internet gives people a connection -- and a voice -- in campaigns.
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  By Matea Gold, Times Staff Writer
NEW YORK — Every morning, before her 5-year-old daughter wakes up, Leah Faerstein sits down at her computer in her East Village apartment and logs onto Democratic presidential candidate Wesley K. Clark's Web site.
A few years ago, Faerstein was politically indifferent and didn't own a computer. But now the stay-at-home mom spends hours a day on Clark's Web log, or blog, munching on chocolate Clark bars and chatting with other aficionados of the former NATO commander. Â
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 Recently, she was thrilled to hear Clark use a phrase about democracy that she had suggested on the blog.
"I'm not going to take the credit," said Faerstein, 50. "But I think it's osmosis. There's a back and forth between us and the campaign. I couldn't feel more connected."
Faerstein is one of hundreds of thousands of people who have turned to the Internet this year to participate in national politics, relying on a technology that is playing a central role in the way citizens are experiencing the 2004 presidential campaign.
Monday, December 15, 2003
Thursday, December 04, 2003
NYC
Today, Victor and I went with Maya's class to a field trip: a Broadway play. Best deal in town $1 per family!
The play: The 3 Little Pigs was made very funny by the audience reaction (the whole room was schools).
At the end the actors chatted with the kids. Best exchange:
Kid (to Wolf): I liked it when you kept trying to eat those pigs.
Wolf: Thank you!
In other news: I gave an interview to a LA Times reporter about the Clark campaign & internet (she read my blog at CCN and wrote me). I hope she won't spin me. We had 2 phone conversations and 3 e-mails, so this time I may be featured.
Today, Victor and I went with Maya's class to a field trip: a Broadway play. Best deal in town $1 per family!
The play: The 3 Little Pigs was made very funny by the audience reaction (the whole room was schools).
At the end the actors chatted with the kids. Best exchange:
Kid (to Wolf): I liked it when you kept trying to eat those pigs.
Wolf: Thank you!
In other news: I gave an interview to a LA Times reporter about the Clark campaign & internet (she read my blog at CCN and wrote me). I hope she won't spin me. We had 2 phone conversations and 3 e-mails, so this time I may be featured.
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
I am thankful this year for all of you, my garden, my city, the mushrooms I found and the hope for the future - and the chance of working for it.
Our party was great - 12 new relatives (from Victor's father's side) came by from all over the country. They were visiting NYC for the hollyday and came by.
6 very polite, very good looking kids, 6 grown ups - - 3 men named Tom. Maya was the life of the party - sang, danced and worked the room. Victor and Erica played the guitar, everybody sang and a good time was had by all.
I am thankful this year for all of you, my garden, my city, the mushrooms I found and the hope for the future - and the chance of working for it.
Our party was great - 12 new relatives (from Victor's father's side) came by from all over the country. They were visiting NYC for the hollyday and came by.
6 very polite, very good looking kids, 6 grown ups - - 3 men named Tom. Maya was the life of the party - sang, danced and worked the room. Victor and Erica played the guitar, everybody sang and a good time was had by all.
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Sunday, November 16, 2003
Just returned from my New Hampshire working weekend. 11 hours on the bus - back and forth, 150 doors knocked - poll numbers coming up as a result - quite the exciting experience.
When I came home - Maya had 3 surprises for me:
a song she composed - played on the glockenspiel (tambal)
a card she write: "Dear Mom, I missed you very much, Maya
a heart she cut and decorated.
All her ideas.
I am ferklempt.
When I came home - Maya had 3 surprises for me:
a song she composed - played on the glockenspiel (tambal)
a card she write: "Dear Mom, I missed you very much, Maya
a heart she cut and decorated.
All her ideas.
I am ferklempt.
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Friday, October 31, 2003
Happy Halloween everyone!
The best Halloween ever started with a field trip to the farmer's market with Maya's class. Both Victor and I went along on this sunny warm day of October. We all walked there and spread into teams for scavenger hunt. Each team (3 kids per grown up) had a list of things to spot in the market, then check then off a list and draw them.
We managed a detour on the way back so the class passed by our garden and see the display.
I picked Maya from school with the witches costumes (hers and mine) and we tricked of treated our way home.
Later, Victor took Maya downtown, where a community theater was putting on a Hounted House. In spite of chosing "Safe Lane" Maya came out really fast - and asked Victor not to talk to me about it "except maybe when I can't hear you"
Next thing we went into our garden. Victor and Maya made a bag of popcorn, some candy and hot cider were ready for visitors. A record player with scary sounds was on. The pond was emptied for the winter and was now being used as a fire pit - a nice bonfire got going.
Maya became our hostess - getting people in costumes from the street to come on, serving popcorn and candy. (We were witches - the 3 of us, BTW).
She concluded after tonight that it feels better to give than to get treats.
So, while she was doing that, we sat around the fire chatting with the great garden people in the clear warm night, under the bright new moon.
The best Halloween ever started with a field trip to the farmer's market with Maya's class. Both Victor and I went along on this sunny warm day of October. We all walked there and spread into teams for scavenger hunt. Each team (3 kids per grown up) had a list of things to spot in the market, then check then off a list and draw them.
We managed a detour on the way back so the class passed by our garden and see the display.
I picked Maya from school with the witches costumes (hers and mine) and we tricked of treated our way home.
Later, Victor took Maya downtown, where a community theater was putting on a Hounted House. In spite of chosing "Safe Lane" Maya came out really fast - and asked Victor not to talk to me about it "except maybe when I can't hear you"
Next thing we went into our garden. Victor and Maya made a bag of popcorn, some candy and hot cider were ready for visitors. A record player with scary sounds was on. The pond was emptied for the winter and was now being used as a fire pit - a nice bonfire got going.
Maya became our hostess - getting people in costumes from the street to come on, serving popcorn and candy. (We were witches - the 3 of us, BTW).
She concluded after tonight that it feels better to give than to get treats.
So, while she was doing that, we sat around the fire chatting with the great garden people in the clear warm night, under the bright new moon.
Monday, October 27, 2003
Halloween Dog Costumes Parade
New York
Yesterday in Tompkins Square (dubbed by Maya Pumpkin Fare) we watched the great show! Most of our favorites won: Carmen Miranda - complete with hat, earrings, a Harlem Globe Trotter with the team shirt and afro wig, White Trash (underwear, undershirt, cap with the flag and six pack of bear attached to the leash, Fluffy - the Harry Potter 3 headed dog (2 fake heads attached), Charlie's Angels (complete with a cigar chumping Charlie).
Our garden is a veritable haunted house as well - with creative characters made from stuffed clothes, pumpkin heads, New Year hats and a lot of imagination. There's a mailbox with two arms ready to grab you, ghosts and witches everywhere.
Bucharest
Sandra and Adrian's departure to Germany is coming close. Everyone is jittery with anticipation and missing each other already.
New York
Yesterday in Tompkins Square (dubbed by Maya Pumpkin Fare) we watched the great show! Most of our favorites won: Carmen Miranda - complete with hat, earrings, a Harlem Globe Trotter with the team shirt and afro wig, White Trash (underwear, undershirt, cap with the flag and six pack of bear attached to the leash, Fluffy - the Harry Potter 3 headed dog (2 fake heads attached), Charlie's Angels (complete with a cigar chumping Charlie).
Our garden is a veritable haunted house as well - with creative characters made from stuffed clothes, pumpkin heads, New Year hats and a lot of imagination. There's a mailbox with two arms ready to grab you, ghosts and witches everywhere.
Bucharest
Sandra and Adrian's departure to Germany is coming close. Everyone is jittery with anticipation and missing each other already.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Monday, September 15, 2003
Maya writes before she can read
The other day she came home very proud: "I drew a picture of all the family and I sounded all the names and wrote them down"
Yesterday she complained that she cannot read, Surprised, I asked her about all the names she wrote."Maya I could read. Mama too. But not the others" "But you wrote them" "Yes, but I couldn't remember which one was grandma and which one grandpa.
The other day she came home very proud: "I drew a picture of all the family and I sounded all the names and wrote them down"
Yesterday she complained that she cannot read, Surprised, I asked her about all the names she wrote."Maya I could read. Mama too. But not the others" "But you wrote them" "Yes, but I couldn't remember which one was grandma and which one grandpa.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
I made "The Clark Tribune! Sept 6:
. The quote of the day comes
from Leah Faerstein:
"A very anti-military democratic voter was converted to support Clark by what he said
... it was the raising of the political discourse 'not Iraq, not the economy, but the
need to restore the debate in society as basis for making decisions.
Dean surged in polls because he identified our anger. But it's Clark who figured
the real cause. It's not the unwarranted war - upsetting as it was. It's being called
focus groups. It's not the destroying of the economy as much as the stealing of my
vote. This is the theme: 'It's the Democracy, stupid'"
. The quote of the day comes
from Leah Faerstein:
"A very anti-military democratic voter was converted to support Clark by what he said
... it was the raising of the political discourse 'not Iraq, not the economy, but the
need to restore the debate in society as basis for making decisions.
Dean surged in polls because he identified our anger. But it's Clark who figured
the real cause. It's not the unwarranted war - upsetting as it was. It's being called
focus groups. It's not the destroying of the economy as much as the stealing of my
vote. This is the theme: 'It's the Democracy, stupid'"
Families for Peaceful Tomorrow
organized a pilgrimage to Ground Zero from Union Square - Circle of Hope. We were to encircle the site with our lights and observe silence in the memory - not only of those who died on September 11, but all the victims of violence - in Afghanistan, Iraq, ME and other parts of the world.
Some thousands of Colombians - some dressed in white, hats, carrying elabirate floral arrangements intermingled with us turning the vigil in some sort of a carnival/Columbian rally (they did come from Columbia to pay homage).
I haven't been at Ground Zero these two years - it was the right way to finally do it.
There were lists of names, pictures, flowers, signs: "DO NOT BUID ON MY SISTER'S GRAVE". it was very emotional. Many hundreds of thousands of people were there.
organized a pilgrimage to Ground Zero from Union Square - Circle of Hope. We were to encircle the site with our lights and observe silence in the memory - not only of those who died on September 11, but all the victims of violence - in Afghanistan, Iraq, ME and other parts of the world.
Some thousands of Colombians - some dressed in white, hats, carrying elabirate floral arrangements intermingled with us turning the vigil in some sort of a carnival/Columbian rally (they did come from Columbia to pay homage).
I haven't been at Ground Zero these two years - it was the right way to finally do it.
There were lists of names, pictures, flowers, signs: "DO NOT BUID ON MY SISTER'S GRAVE". it was very emotional. Many hundreds of thousands of people were there.
Monday, September 01, 2003
Labor Day
bush celebrated it by cutting raises to government emloyees and overtime payment to all. We celebrated it the traditional way - with a barbecue in the garden. We sang, played music, Maya ran around nd conversed with everyone - we partied 'till midnight.
Tomorrow we go to the country for a few days.
bush celebrated it by cutting raises to government emloyees and overtime payment to all. We celebrated it the traditional way - with a barbecue in the garden. We sang, played music, Maya ran around nd conversed with everyone - we partied 'till midnight.
Tomorrow we go to the country for a few days.
Friday, August 29, 2003
Happy Birthday Bubbie!
Today, Dolores, Maya's grandmother turned 75.
We went to celebrate at the Vegetarian Paradise - Victor's favorite place. After that, we walked to his place and had a chocolate cake, we listened to music (calypso) and we danced. On the way home, we passed by the garden so the birthday girl could see her works displayed on our community garden's gate.
Today, Dolores, Maya's grandmother turned 75.
We went to celebrate at the Vegetarian Paradise - Victor's favorite place. After that, we walked to his place and had a chocolate cake, we listened to music (calypso) and we danced. On the way home, we passed by the garden so the birthday girl could see her works displayed on our community garden's gate.
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
A Candide Sign From God?
After watching on CNN the removal of the graven image of the 10 Commandments from the Alabama court (to the gnashing of the teeth of the faithful ignoring the 2nd Amendment, and the comments on the wrath of God) we went to our garden. There, coiled in an apple tree was a 7ft boa constrictor . I read it to mean: ignore the idiots, just cultivate your garden...
After watching on CNN the removal of the graven image of the 10 Commandments from the Alabama court (to the gnashing of the teeth of the faithful ignoring the 2nd Amendment, and the comments on the wrath of God) we went to our garden. There, coiled in an apple tree was a 7ft boa constrictor . I read it to mean: ignore the idiots, just cultivate your garden...
Saturday, August 23, 2003
HOWL is on!
The First Annual Festival of East Village Arts is on - dedicated to Alan Ginsburg. There are events all over my neighborhood. Yesterday there was poetry recital in the park and songs made with Ginsburg's lirics. A poem with "Bomb Saddam-bush-Armageddon was a big hit). There'll be a Charlie Parker Jazz festival, Wigstock is coming back where it started (Thompkins Square Park), a F* You Broadway event, a children event are some of the things we'll get to go. I love my neighborhood!
P.S. Wigstock is a carnival -like extravaganza for transvestites and anyone who wants to have fun (I'll get a funny hat too). After it got very successful, it left its humble venue for larger ones, got movies made about it and launched starts. Now, they are back.
The First Annual Festival of East Village Arts is on - dedicated to Alan Ginsburg. There are events all over my neighborhood. Yesterday there was poetry recital in the park and songs made with Ginsburg's lirics. A poem with "Bomb Saddam-bush-Armageddon was a big hit). There'll be a Charlie Parker Jazz festival, Wigstock is coming back where it started (Thompkins Square Park), a F* You Broadway event, a children event are some of the things we'll get to go. I love my neighborhood!
P.S. Wigstock is a carnival -like extravaganza for transvestites and anyone who wants to have fun (I'll get a funny hat too). After it got very successful, it left its humble venue for larger ones, got movies made about it and launched starts. Now, they are back.
Saturday, August 16, 2003
Picosecond's Blackout story
I was in New York for the blackout and believe it or not, I had a KICK-ASS TIME!!! It was like a big outdoor party, at least in my section on Manhattan.
I was at work when all the power went out. My computer and a couple other guys’ boxes were still running after everything else went dead; apparently we were on a circuit that included the backup generator, so we were sucking juice from it. After we shut down, we all just kinda hung out and chatted in the dark. This was a temporary thing, we figured – then somebody came in and said it’s not just our building. The whole block is out of power.
So a bunch of us run downstairs to see, and everybody’s outside their buildings, just looking around. The sidewalks were so packed, it was like a parade. Traffic lights were dead but there were already cops directing cars(props to ‘em for that). A bunch of us tried getting through to people on our celphones, but they were either down or overloaded. Somebody had a radio and that’s when we heard that not only was the WHOLE CITY out, but so was Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Connecticut, Ohio, Michigan – all the way out to Toronto, Canada. We were like, “Holy Fucking Shit!”
We all went our own way after that. I joined the massive river of people walking uptown, figuring I could hang out in Union Square till the power came back, and take the first train back to Brooklyn. Some funny shit went on: People stealing water from guys on delivery bikes, people climbing up fire escapes to escape the massive crowds. People were walking in the streets because the sidewalks were jammed – by Cooper Square, some asshole in a BMW honked his horn and tried plowing through a crowd of people. A couple of guys hit the BMW’s windows with their bags. The Beemer Man got out and was trying to be tough, like “Who the fuck did that? Which one of you assholes tried to break my window?” Somebody screamed out “It was ALL of us!” Then some old black lady screamed, “Yeah, what? Brooklyn in da house! Whatchoo gonna do, stop us? HAH!” Everybody gave Beemer Man the finger. Beemer Man(wisely) got back in his car and took off. There was some kind of chant going on in the sea of people, actually: This black lady would holler ”BROOKLYYYYYN!!!!” and people would holler back: ”YEEEEAAAAHHH!!!”
Cabbies were blasting news on their car radios and crowds would gather around to hear the latest updates. People would just turn to me and start chatting about what they thought was going on. The radio announcers kept saying things like, “It could be terrorism, but we don’t know yet.” Later, the papers told a bunch of stories about how “terrorism fears were allayed” by Bush and Mayor Bloomberg. I was there and out of all the people I spoke with, only one guy really thought it was terrorism in the first place. The rest of us used common sense – We figured that since the power had been out X amount of hours and there were no bombs going off, no missiles being fired, no Al Qaeda marching in the streets with AK-47s, it probably wasn’t. One guy I talked to said, “I’ll bet there’s terrorists scrambling right now, trying to figure out how they can use this – or how to take credit for it.” Another guy said, ”They probably fucked up something while doing repairs or changes. They’re just saying they don’t know what happened, because they don’t want us seeing how stupid they were – that would piss people off a lot more than if it was a terrorist attack.” The final verdict on what caused this hasn’t come in yet, but still, those were way smarter observations than anything I heard on the radio.
Anyway, I get to Union Square, and the first person I see is this guy Bob I knew in high school. Bob was with another guy named Bob, who was a cool guy and happens to have a pretty funny Website. I sat down with Bob & Bob, figuring it was safer to stick with people I know, even if I don’t really know ‘em that well. Later on my friend Rachel came & sat with us, and this girl named, I guess, Cullen(It was like “Colleen” but with one “e”) joined our party. She was from Tennessee and didn’t know anyone – she’d only been in NY for four days. We pooled our meager cash and bought beer, donuts & juice drinks. Then we just sat & watched the crowd go by, drinking and talking until the sun went down. When it did, people started making out under the trees and some musicians started a drum circle and people were dancing in the park. It was like this big hippie campout festival kinda thing. Rachel was bugging out because you could actually see stars in New York, for the first time any of us could remember. A guy named Reverend Billy put on a show for the crowd, and later this massive group of bike riders took over the streets – for a couple of minutes, there were a hundred people on bikes, just all around the park.
People were wondering out loud when the looting would start, talking about what they’d grab if they got a chance. We were joking that we should be ready when it starts – plan out what stores to hit, what escape routes we’d take, etc. I was just marveling over how different and how quiet the city was, with nothing but the lights from cars, lanterns & road flares. It should have been creepy, but somehow it wasn’t. I guess it was too amazing to be creepy. No looters meant it felt safe to go exploring the rest of the city, so Rachel and I walked around. She had a digital camera and we wandered all over, just taking pics of the dark alleys and stuff. I think she got a few really great shots. I carried her bag, and she let me smoke her cigarettes. I got free beer from some friendly bartenders, and later we got free ice cream cones from this old drunk who bought cones for everyone. Those Mr. Softee trucks must’ve made a huge profit – when night came, they were the only cheap food around.
Around 1am, we figured it was time to get home. First we tried catching a cab – I had exactly two dollars left, but lovely Rachel agreed to let me ride with her, and then I could go from there on foot. Problem was, no cabbies wanted to go out to Brooklyn. I talked to a cop, and they said no cabs are leaving Manhattan because they’re almost out of gas, and every gas pump & filling station in the city is electric. We tried calling car services but couldn’t get through. Buses were still running, but they were so full they weren’t making half their stops. Rachel decided to keep trying; I decided I was sleeping wherever. The streets were mostly empty by then – it was incredible wandering around SoHo and being the only person for blocks around, with hardly any light. I felt like I’d survived the Apocalypse, and I was the last person alive in the city.
Eventually I wandered back to Union Square. On the way I met this guy named Clayton,
Who told me about how he met these two drunk NYU girls and hooked up with them both. He said there was “threesome potential” but the girls were so drunk they peed on themselves, so that pretty much killed the mood. From what I smelled wandering around, there were lots of dark alleys that became temporary urinals. Clayton and I went off in different directions when we got to the Square -- it was like a refugee camp. Hundreds of people just crashed out on the lawn, on the steps, wherever, surrounded by empty bottles and plastic bags. I followed their lead, and went to the nearest empty park bench to lie down. My feet were in serious pain, but that was the first time I really noticed. I laid on that park bench and watched the moon for a while, listening to people chattering and musicians playing, with this cool breeze blowing on me. It was actually pleasant.
I guess it was around 4am when I went to sleep; I woke up at 7:05am, according to my celphone. The first thing I did was wander down to my work, just out of curiosity – plus my bank is two blocks away from it. If they were open, I could take out some cash and pay for a cab home. It was a longshot, but I didn’t have any other options. When I got there I talked to two security people who’d spent the night. They’d gotten specific orders not to let anyone in, which sucked because I really needed to use the bathroom. The banks weren’t open either. So I found a bush over in Battery Park, then sat down by the seaside for a while. I figured that since I was walking home, I’d better conserve energy.
Walking over the Brooklyn Bridge, I met this really cool girl who was trying to bum rides back from hippies. She said, “I look for old guys with beards, who are driving station wagons that have hippie bumper stickers. Then I say, ‘Hey man, peace – are you going to Brooklyn?’ “
We traded stories, and she told me that the buses were running for free today. I could’ve kissed her when she told me that – no ten mile hikes for me today! I went to the nearest bus stop, and three bus rides later, I was within walking distance of my apartment. I finally got home around 12:30pm – first thing I did was use the bathroom. I’ve never been so happy to use a toilet. Then I cleaned out the fridge, pulled out whatever didn’t seem spoiled and called my relatives. After a nice long shower(with cold water – damn electric water heaters) and a big meal, the power finally came back on.
So overall, I had a lot of fun during the blackout. I saw the city in a whole new way, hung out with people I normally wouldn’t, and got to know a really cool(and pretty cute) girl a lot better, which is always a good thing.
I was in New York for the blackout and believe it or not, I had a KICK-ASS TIME!!! It was like a big outdoor party, at least in my section on Manhattan.
I was at work when all the power went out. My computer and a couple other guys’ boxes were still running after everything else went dead; apparently we were on a circuit that included the backup generator, so we were sucking juice from it. After we shut down, we all just kinda hung out and chatted in the dark. This was a temporary thing, we figured – then somebody came in and said it’s not just our building. The whole block is out of power.
So a bunch of us run downstairs to see, and everybody’s outside their buildings, just looking around. The sidewalks were so packed, it was like a parade. Traffic lights were dead but there were already cops directing cars(props to ‘em for that). A bunch of us tried getting through to people on our celphones, but they were either down or overloaded. Somebody had a radio and that’s when we heard that not only was the WHOLE CITY out, but so was Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Connecticut, Ohio, Michigan – all the way out to Toronto, Canada. We were like, “Holy Fucking Shit!”
We all went our own way after that. I joined the massive river of people walking uptown, figuring I could hang out in Union Square till the power came back, and take the first train back to Brooklyn. Some funny shit went on: People stealing water from guys on delivery bikes, people climbing up fire escapes to escape the massive crowds. People were walking in the streets because the sidewalks were jammed – by Cooper Square, some asshole in a BMW honked his horn and tried plowing through a crowd of people. A couple of guys hit the BMW’s windows with their bags. The Beemer Man got out and was trying to be tough, like “Who the fuck did that? Which one of you assholes tried to break my window?” Somebody screamed out “It was ALL of us!” Then some old black lady screamed, “Yeah, what? Brooklyn in da house! Whatchoo gonna do, stop us? HAH!” Everybody gave Beemer Man the finger. Beemer Man(wisely) got back in his car and took off. There was some kind of chant going on in the sea of people, actually: This black lady would holler ”BROOKLYYYYYN!!!!” and people would holler back: ”YEEEEAAAAHHH!!!”
Cabbies were blasting news on their car radios and crowds would gather around to hear the latest updates. People would just turn to me and start chatting about what they thought was going on. The radio announcers kept saying things like, “It could be terrorism, but we don’t know yet.” Later, the papers told a bunch of stories about how “terrorism fears were allayed” by Bush and Mayor Bloomberg. I was there and out of all the people I spoke with, only one guy really thought it was terrorism in the first place. The rest of us used common sense – We figured that since the power had been out X amount of hours and there were no bombs going off, no missiles being fired, no Al Qaeda marching in the streets with AK-47s, it probably wasn’t. One guy I talked to said, “I’ll bet there’s terrorists scrambling right now, trying to figure out how they can use this – or how to take credit for it.” Another guy said, ”They probably fucked up something while doing repairs or changes. They’re just saying they don’t know what happened, because they don’t want us seeing how stupid they were – that would piss people off a lot more than if it was a terrorist attack.” The final verdict on what caused this hasn’t come in yet, but still, those were way smarter observations than anything I heard on the radio.
Anyway, I get to Union Square, and the first person I see is this guy Bob I knew in high school. Bob was with another guy named Bob, who was a cool guy and happens to have a pretty funny Website. I sat down with Bob & Bob, figuring it was safer to stick with people I know, even if I don’t really know ‘em that well. Later on my friend Rachel came & sat with us, and this girl named, I guess, Cullen(It was like “Colleen” but with one “e”) joined our party. She was from Tennessee and didn’t know anyone – she’d only been in NY for four days. We pooled our meager cash and bought beer, donuts & juice drinks. Then we just sat & watched the crowd go by, drinking and talking until the sun went down. When it did, people started making out under the trees and some musicians started a drum circle and people were dancing in the park. It was like this big hippie campout festival kinda thing. Rachel was bugging out because you could actually see stars in New York, for the first time any of us could remember. A guy named Reverend Billy put on a show for the crowd, and later this massive group of bike riders took over the streets – for a couple of minutes, there were a hundred people on bikes, just all around the park.
People were wondering out loud when the looting would start, talking about what they’d grab if they got a chance. We were joking that we should be ready when it starts – plan out what stores to hit, what escape routes we’d take, etc. I was just marveling over how different and how quiet the city was, with nothing but the lights from cars, lanterns & road flares. It should have been creepy, but somehow it wasn’t. I guess it was too amazing to be creepy. No looters meant it felt safe to go exploring the rest of the city, so Rachel and I walked around. She had a digital camera and we wandered all over, just taking pics of the dark alleys and stuff. I think she got a few really great shots. I carried her bag, and she let me smoke her cigarettes. I got free beer from some friendly bartenders, and later we got free ice cream cones from this old drunk who bought cones for everyone. Those Mr. Softee trucks must’ve made a huge profit – when night came, they were the only cheap food around.
Around 1am, we figured it was time to get home. First we tried catching a cab – I had exactly two dollars left, but lovely Rachel agreed to let me ride with her, and then I could go from there on foot. Problem was, no cabbies wanted to go out to Brooklyn. I talked to a cop, and they said no cabs are leaving Manhattan because they’re almost out of gas, and every gas pump & filling station in the city is electric. We tried calling car services but couldn’t get through. Buses were still running, but they were so full they weren’t making half their stops. Rachel decided to keep trying; I decided I was sleeping wherever. The streets were mostly empty by then – it was incredible wandering around SoHo and being the only person for blocks around, with hardly any light. I felt like I’d survived the Apocalypse, and I was the last person alive in the city.
Eventually I wandered back to Union Square. On the way I met this guy named Clayton,
Who told me about how he met these two drunk NYU girls and hooked up with them both. He said there was “threesome potential” but the girls were so drunk they peed on themselves, so that pretty much killed the mood. From what I smelled wandering around, there were lots of dark alleys that became temporary urinals. Clayton and I went off in different directions when we got to the Square -- it was like a refugee camp. Hundreds of people just crashed out on the lawn, on the steps, wherever, surrounded by empty bottles and plastic bags. I followed their lead, and went to the nearest empty park bench to lie down. My feet were in serious pain, but that was the first time I really noticed. I laid on that park bench and watched the moon for a while, listening to people chattering and musicians playing, with this cool breeze blowing on me. It was actually pleasant.
I guess it was around 4am when I went to sleep; I woke up at 7:05am, according to my celphone. The first thing I did was wander down to my work, just out of curiosity – plus my bank is two blocks away from it. If they were open, I could take out some cash and pay for a cab home. It was a longshot, but I didn’t have any other options. When I got there I talked to two security people who’d spent the night. They’d gotten specific orders not to let anyone in, which sucked because I really needed to use the bathroom. The banks weren’t open either. So I found a bush over in Battery Park, then sat down by the seaside for a while. I figured that since I was walking home, I’d better conserve energy.
Walking over the Brooklyn Bridge, I met this really cool girl who was trying to bum rides back from hippies. She said, “I look for old guys with beards, who are driving station wagons that have hippie bumper stickers. Then I say, ‘Hey man, peace – are you going to Brooklyn?’ “
We traded stories, and she told me that the buses were running for free today. I could’ve kissed her when she told me that – no ten mile hikes for me today! I went to the nearest bus stop, and three bus rides later, I was within walking distance of my apartment. I finally got home around 12:30pm – first thing I did was use the bathroom. I’ve never been so happy to use a toilet. Then I cleaned out the fridge, pulled out whatever didn’t seem spoiled and called my relatives. After a nice long shower(with cold water – damn electric water heaters) and a big meal, the power finally came back on.
So overall, I had a lot of fun during the blackout. I saw the city in a whole new way, hung out with people I normally wouldn’t, and got to know a really cool(and pretty cute) girl a lot better, which is always a good thing.
It was easier for us who were home at the time. I heard of very wild parties going on in Tompkins
Square - a bonfire and music mostly - but younger style than in our garden - with my guy and 2
others with guitars and one with bagpipe were playing their own songs and an international
repertory (I even found myself singing "Internationala" in Romanian. On the roof, a neighbor was
telling the story of a paparazzi event with Tracy Lords.
It was ugly to see the peddling of flimsy flashlights for $10 or water for $ 5 but on my street we
had plenty of stores selling candles and water in their doors at regular prices and giving free
matches.
Heroes: WNYC for their 24h transmission via telephone by flashlights (they usually have 5-6 h a
day)
Rep Marty Markovitz of Brooklyn who stood on a soapbox with a loudspeaker at their end of the
Brooklyn Bridge greeting people coming home: "You've made it! You are in Brooklyn- the capital of
USA! You are safe now! Everything will be all right. The next day he told people to throw the
largest block party with the contents of their freezers.
New Yorkers who self-appointed themselves traffic agents (traffic lights were dead too)
The guy who bought the last ice cream but gave it to my little girl refusing the money (and the
guy who left the line saying: "I can't take it from the pretty girl with the nice eyes - )
jeers: Bloomberg who tried hard to pull a "Giuliani" but spouted one inane statement after
another "Go home, open your windows - it's hot" and, when proven wrong about power coming
back on the 14: "well, Con Ed told me that, because nothing is broken. If it were, this could have
taken months to fix. As it is, who cares? A few hours, a few days - no big deal!"
He also did nothing for people at higher levels who lacked water .
Pataki - for blaming Canada as South Park recommended and being his usual removed and
ineffective, the same day he pledged NY's support to Arnuld Scwatzennegger..
bush - for not bothering to interrupt his vacation for this and extremely vague, delayed
statements. WNYC said: "he said people must be taken care of - so Bloomberg dispatched
thousands of policemen" (bushco understanding of being taken care of)
My super for turning off the emergency lights on the corridors (they are for emergency only)
Square - a bonfire and music mostly - but younger style than in our garden - with my guy and 2
others with guitars and one with bagpipe were playing their own songs and an international
repertory (I even found myself singing "Internationala" in Romanian. On the roof, a neighbor was
telling the story of a paparazzi event with Tracy Lords.
It was ugly to see the peddling of flimsy flashlights for $10 or water for $ 5 but on my street we
had plenty of stores selling candles and water in their doors at regular prices and giving free
matches.
Heroes: WNYC for their 24h transmission via telephone by flashlights (they usually have 5-6 h a
day)
Rep Marty Markovitz of Brooklyn who stood on a soapbox with a loudspeaker at their end of the
Brooklyn Bridge greeting people coming home: "You've made it! You are in Brooklyn- the capital of
USA! You are safe now! Everything will be all right. The next day he told people to throw the
largest block party with the contents of their freezers.
New Yorkers who self-appointed themselves traffic agents (traffic lights were dead too)
The guy who bought the last ice cream but gave it to my little girl refusing the money (and the
guy who left the line saying: "I can't take it from the pretty girl with the nice eyes - )
jeers: Bloomberg who tried hard to pull a "Giuliani" but spouted one inane statement after
another "Go home, open your windows - it's hot" and, when proven wrong about power coming
back on the 14: "well, Con Ed told me that, because nothing is broken. If it were, this could have
taken months to fix. As it is, who cares? A few hours, a few days - no big deal!"
He also did nothing for people at higher levels who lacked water .
Pataki - for blaming Canada as South Park recommended and being his usual removed and
ineffective, the same day he pledged NY's support to Arnuld Scwatzennegger..
bush - for not bothering to interrupt his vacation for this and extremely vague, delayed
statements. WNYC said: "he said people must be taken care of - so Bloomberg dispatched
thousands of policemen" (bushco understanding of being taken care of)
My super for turning off the emergency lights on the corridors (they are for emergency only)
Friday, August 15, 2003
Blackout story
It started yesterday at 4:11 PM. As soon as we realized what it was, Maya proposed we eat the ice cream in the freezer - which we did. We spent the rest of the evening between the garden and the roof. People were treating everyone with ice cream and other goodies from the lifeless refrigerators. We had a little TV with batteries and transistor radio so we had the news. The phone was working but not over seas. The flash light dies so we used the little TV instead. The unpleasant part started when we went home - climbing 4 stories in the dark, sleeping in a hot appartment - very humid.
The next day we went into the garden right away and stayed cool and happy. We capped the day with a barbecue - people brought the stuff in their freezers. Victor, 2 other guys with guitars and a guy with bagpipes jammed while Maya ran around in the dark with another little girl. By this time, all NYC had power except our neighborhood.
By 9:00 PM we saw lights coming out in the buildings around us and we all cheered. After which we continued singing, dancing and eating until late.
It started yesterday at 4:11 PM. As soon as we realized what it was, Maya proposed we eat the ice cream in the freezer - which we did. We spent the rest of the evening between the garden and the roof. People were treating everyone with ice cream and other goodies from the lifeless refrigerators. We had a little TV with batteries and transistor radio so we had the news. The phone was working but not over seas. The flash light dies so we used the little TV instead. The unpleasant part started when we went home - climbing 4 stories in the dark, sleeping in a hot appartment - very humid.
The next day we went into the garden right away and stayed cool and happy. We capped the day with a barbecue - people brought the stuff in their freezers. Victor, 2 other guys with guitars and a guy with bagpipes jammed while Maya ran around in the dark with another little girl. By this time, all NYC had power except our neighborhood.
By 9:00 PM we saw lights coming out in the buildings around us and we all cheered. After which we continued singing, dancing and eating until late.
Sunday, August 03, 2003
Summertime news
Romania - I imagine Sandra's honeymoon
Israel -
Eden +Dorina are having a good old time together
New York - we had just our day in the garden yesterdsy. We opened it for public, Maya fed the fish in the pond and happily helped sweep the porch. Then we all got to open a city fire hydrant to fill our barrels (no watering needed because it rained. An artist was giving watercoloring lessons and in between chores, Maya managed to produce some masterpieces.
Romania - I imagine Sandra's honeymoon
Israel -
Eden +Dorina are having a good old time together
New York - we had just our day in the garden yesterdsy. We opened it for public, Maya fed the fish in the pond and happily helped sweep the porch. Then we all got to open a city fire hydrant to fill our barrels (no watering needed because it rained. An artist was giving watercoloring lessons and in between chores, Maya managed to produce some masterpieces.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
Sunday, July 13, 2003
Friday, July 11, 2003
Our Garden Lot
Last night we found out we have been assigned a lot in the Dias & Flores garden. It's under a tree - not alot of light - like most of the garden. But right now it's quite pretty covered in ivy.
Today Maya picked in the Farmer's Market some impatients (little colorful flowers that grow in the shade) and she planted it in a corner - so it's started. We are planning to grow mostly mushrooms - although that's a long term plan. I'll go back to move my violets in there. (cooler than inside)
Last night we found out we have been assigned a lot in the Dias & Flores garden. It's under a tree - not alot of light - like most of the garden. But right now it's quite pretty covered in ivy.
Today Maya picked in the Farmer's Market some impatients (little colorful flowers that grow in the shade) and she planted it in a corner - so it's started. We are planning to grow mostly mushrooms - although that's a long term plan. I'll go back to move my violets in there. (cooler than inside)
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
I just went with Maya to Venieros - an ice cream parlor reminding me of the old Casata or Nestor. Mirrors, marble, stained glass ceilings - great cakes - we ordered a slice each of different chocolate cake. We shared and giggled and Maya sang to me.We talked of birthdays and pets and things we like and things we don't. We decided to start a tradition - every year for my birthday.
Thoughts on turning 50
I still want to be a writer when I grow up - and I am not there yet (I've been wearing my Cookie monster T-shirt today). I also expect something important to start today, something good, long term.
When I turned 30, I was weeks from motherhood - which, in spite of eventual pain along the line is still the greatest thing in my life.
When I turned 40, I finally picked myself up from the abyss I've been in and decided to start all over again.
Today I feel the start of something fresh, important, far reaching. Like the other events, it won't reveal itself immediately, but in time I'll know that it started today. Exciting expectations...
Thoughts on turning 50
I still want to be a writer when I grow up - and I am not there yet (I've been wearing my Cookie monster T-shirt today). I also expect something important to start today, something good, long term.
When I turned 30, I was weeks from motherhood - which, in spite of eventual pain along the line is still the greatest thing in my life.
When I turned 40, I finally picked myself up from the abyss I've been in and decided to start all over again.
Today I feel the start of something fresh, important, far reaching. Like the other events, it won't reveal itself immediately, but in time I'll know that it started today. Exciting expectations...
Happy Birthday to me!
I cannot link here all the nice cards I got - the pig eating cake from Dorina, nor the cake drumbeating itself fom Tania, nor Cati's, but the day is still young and I've been celebrated plenty. Victor and Maya started last night (there was a box of chocolate Maya was dying to open). So they got me an album of talking pictures (you can actually record a 12 sec message under every pic) So we had great fun doing it and listening to it. ) Their present goes very well with the wonderful present from Cati and mama that Bogdan and Cristina brought me - a collection of pictures from childhood/adolescence that allowed me all this time travelling - good for the soul.
Today is a beautiful day (even weatherwise - remarkably so!
I cannot link here all the nice cards I got - the pig eating cake from Dorina, nor the cake drumbeating itself fom Tania, nor Cati's, but the day is still young and I've been celebrated plenty. Victor and Maya started last night (there was a box of chocolate Maya was dying to open). So they got me an album of talking pictures (you can actually record a 12 sec message under every pic) So we had great fun doing it and listening to it. ) Their present goes very well with the wonderful present from Cati and mama that Bogdan and Cristina brought me - a collection of pictures from childhood/adolescence that allowed me all this time travelling - good for the soul.
Today is a beautiful day (even weatherwise - remarkably so!
Monday, June 30, 2003
Sunday, June 29, 2003
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Circus Amok - Homeland Security
Today, in Tompkins Square Maya, Victor, Bobbie & Grandpa watched the best political satire of these times!
Giorgio Bushwhack, the freedom fries, Officer Friendly Fire were all interspersed with juggling,
acrobats and clowns and an excellent klezmer music band. A bearded woman was the
ringmaster, there were mohawks and a lot of cross dressing - reminded me of the Cockettes -
just as funny only rated G. The crowd went wild and United for Peace was getting a lot of
attention and new members. I'll go again at 5 with my video camera. Georgio Bushwhack was a
lion tamer (so terrible, that when he was born they had to slap his mother)who in the end loses
his head in a lion's mouth. The troop then comes out to celebrate with such signs as :
"SECURITY" "FOOD" "SHELTER" "GOOD ART" . Some hung up signs listed: SECURITY, SEQUINS,
GOOD SHOES, NO KILLER COPS, ARHUNDATI ROY and B61 BUS(?)
They'll perform in parks in NYC all June - look for them! (circusamok.org)
Today, in Tompkins Square Maya, Victor, Bobbie & Grandpa watched the best political satire of these times!
Giorgio Bushwhack, the freedom fries, Officer Friendly Fire were all interspersed with juggling,
acrobats and clowns and an excellent klezmer music band. A bearded woman was the
ringmaster, there were mohawks and a lot of cross dressing - reminded me of the Cockettes -
just as funny only rated G. The crowd went wild and United for Peace was getting a lot of
attention and new members. I'll go again at 5 with my video camera. Georgio Bushwhack was a
lion tamer (so terrible, that when he was born they had to slap his mother)who in the end loses
his head in a lion's mouth. The troop then comes out to celebrate with such signs as :
"SECURITY" "FOOD" "SHELTER" "GOOD ART" . Some hung up signs listed: SECURITY, SEQUINS,
GOOD SHOES, NO KILLER COPS, ARHUNDATI ROY and B61 BUS(?)
They'll perform in parks in NYC all June - look for them! (circusamok.org)
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Happy Summer Solstice!
At exactly 3:11 PM we went on the roof - under a pouring rain. Minutes before, inside we sang a
few sun songs. Then we launched a white balloon with all our wishes.
Harry Potter Party
Wasn't really one. At 11:30 the library filled with people - the best thibg was the countdown -
better than New Year's. I got my number early so I was the second person to get her book
after midnight. I am already halfway through it (870 pages). After I write this, I'm going back.
At exactly 3:11 PM we went on the roof - under a pouring rain. Minutes before, inside we sang a
few sun songs. Then we launched a white balloon with all our wishes.
Harry Potter Party
Wasn't really one. At 11:30 the library filled with people - the best thibg was the countdown -
better than New Year's. I got my number early so I was the second person to get her book
after midnight. I am already halfway through it (870 pages). After I write this, I'm going back.
Friday, June 20, 2003
Graduation Party
Just came back from Maya's show for the graduation party. Their class did "A Day in the Life of
east Village Community School". Each of them was supposed to impersonate someone - as the
labels they were wearing indicated. Either "STUDENT" or a certain teacher. One little boy got to
impersonate Gianlucca, the teacher who comes dressed as a bunny or in dresses sometimes. he
had a choice of these get-ups and picked up a dress. Maya was Julie - a boring teacher saying a
boring line ("Good Morning everyone, let's start the class"). But she said it very well! I filmed it all
and made a copy for the teachers. This whole nunmer was kept under wraps - they were told to
keep it a secret from us. Maya proudly did (as a result, I missed several lines, not knowing what
to film)
Just came back from Maya's show for the graduation party. Their class did "A Day in the Life of
east Village Community School". Each of them was supposed to impersonate someone - as the
labels they were wearing indicated. Either "STUDENT" or a certain teacher. One little boy got to
impersonate Gianlucca, the teacher who comes dressed as a bunny or in dresses sometimes. he
had a choice of these get-ups and picked up a dress. Maya was Julie - a boring teacher saying a
boring line ("Good Morning everyone, let's start the class"). But she said it very well! I filmed it all
and made a copy for the teachers. This whole nunmer was kept under wraps - they were told to
keep it a secret from us. Maya proudly did (as a result, I missed several lines, not knowing what
to film)
Monday, June 16, 2003
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Friday, June 06, 2003
Maya's school picnic
On a most perfect day of the year, they all gathered in the neighborhood park (Pumpkin Fare - as Maya used to call Tompkins Square). Maya's clown club put on a little show - where Maya was "Cheese Hot Dog" clown.She had a scene where she gets a bawl of spagetti put on her head (not real) where her dead pan played very well. She kept her straight face throughout, even leaving with the bawl of strings(spaghetti) on her head. They had relay races, sprinklers and a lot of fun was had by all. Tonight, singing circle - Bogdan and Cristina will join us.
On a most perfect day of the year, they all gathered in the neighborhood park (Pumpkin Fare - as Maya used to call Tompkins Square). Maya's clown club put on a little show - where Maya was "Cheese Hot Dog" clown.She had a scene where she gets a bawl of spagetti put on her head (not real) where her dead pan played very well. She kept her straight face throughout, even leaving with the bawl of strings(spaghetti) on her head. They had relay races, sprinklers and a lot of fun was had by all. Tonight, singing circle - Bogdan and Cristina will join us.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
Monday, June 02, 2003
Introducing the new artist in the family - the art of Kotsofi.Ltd
From Rehovot, Israel, we get this mindblowing characters - made in baked clay:
Vasilica - an ET and
Mishu-the Troll
A little name dropping is in order: not only do I know the artist way back when she wasn't famous, but many years ago we had a mud workshop together (Ceramica Cociok) where I witnessed her debut.Who knew?
From Rehovot, Israel, we get this mindblowing characters - made in baked clay:
Vasilica - an ET and
Mishu-the Troll
A little name dropping is in order: not only do I know the artist way back when she wasn't famous, but many years ago we had a mud workshop together (Ceramica Cociok) where I witnessed her debut.Who knew?
Sunday, June 01, 2003
And, from Bucharest, the wedding ceremony folks at
Bogdan and Cristina 's wedding. And here are
the newlyweds and again
Just Married
Bogdan and Cristina 's wedding. And here are
the newlyweds and again
Just Married
Saturday, May 31, 2003
Friday, May 30, 2003
Happy Wedding, Bogdan and Cristina!
Here it is
Bogdan's wedding
Everyone looking good _ and I am waiting to see the newlyweds in NYC in a few days!
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Sunday, May 11, 2003
Happy Mother's Day!
Here in US we celebrate Mother's Day - so I am sending good wishes to mama and all the other
mothers in our family.
My Mayetchka made me a tie-died T-shirt, a card she wrote herself ("Happy Mother's Day - I love
You) and got me a little marigold in a cup. I wish all my kids to feel as loved and happy as I feel
today!
Here in US we celebrate Mother's Day - so I am sending good wishes to mama and all the other
mothers in our family.
My Mayetchka made me a tie-died T-shirt, a card she wrote herself ("Happy Mother's Day - I love
You) and got me a little marigold in a cup. I wish all my kids to feel as loved and happy as I feel
today!
Friday, May 02, 2003
Star Name Day
Today it was Maya's star name day. Since the beginning of the school year, names were pulled out of a pumpkin and each kid was the center of attention for a day. Maya got portraits from everybody - bound in a book. She was so happy, she went to the bathroom and made up a song: "It's star name day for me..."
Today it was Maya's star name day. Since the beginning of the school year, names were pulled out of a pumpkin and each kid was the center of attention for a day. Maya got portraits from everybody - bound in a book. She was so happy, she went to the bathroom and made up a song: "It's star name day for me..."
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
New York Peace-Budget March/Rally
I had just returned from what I thought would be a very small event. It felt throughout the week
that I was the only one putting stickers and giving out leaflets. The crowd in Washington Square
started to look impressive. I managed to give an interview to NY1: "My kid will not go to the pool
this summer - the city pool are closing because we have to fix the rest of the world. I am not
with anyone (because the previous interviewees said they were with the Green party). I am just
a mother angry as hell because our lives are going down the drain in the name of war" (My kid
was in the stroller, holding a big sign).
The Broadway march was good - I can only tell we were stretching over 2 blocks - so,
thousands. A guy in a bush mask with an Earth beach ball was doing a Great Dictator impression.
We were supposed to get to City Hall but we were stopped and penned in Federal Plaza - many
blocks away from City Hall. I used the stroller benefit to get through the barriers, closer to City
Hall and then I saw it: MILLIONS! An ocean of green and blue T-shirts - a huge union rally. The
United for peace people that marched with me have no idea of this. Herding people into pens
serves the goal of obscuring our numbers...I was as angry as I was energized by the sight. So,
spread the word: it was a HUGE rally!
I had just returned from what I thought would be a very small event. It felt throughout the week
that I was the only one putting stickers and giving out leaflets. The crowd in Washington Square
started to look impressive. I managed to give an interview to NY1: "My kid will not go to the pool
this summer - the city pool are closing because we have to fix the rest of the world. I am not
with anyone (because the previous interviewees said they were with the Green party). I am just
a mother angry as hell because our lives are going down the drain in the name of war" (My kid
was in the stroller, holding a big sign).
The Broadway march was good - I can only tell we were stretching over 2 blocks - so,
thousands. A guy in a bush mask with an Earth beach ball was doing a Great Dictator impression.
We were supposed to get to City Hall but we were stopped and penned in Federal Plaza - many
blocks away from City Hall. I used the stroller benefit to get through the barriers, closer to City
Hall and then I saw it: MILLIONS! An ocean of green and blue T-shirts - a huge union rally. The
United for peace people that marched with me have no idea of this. Herding people into pens
serves the goal of obscuring our numbers...I was as angry as I was energized by the sight. So,
spread the word: it was a HUGE rally!
Monday, April 28, 2003
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Friday, April 25, 2003
Take your daughter to school day
was yesterday. It's a rather new idea - observed for 8-9 years. I believe that angry white males already had their paws over it (it's now daughter or son).
Anyway, Maya went to daddy's school and helped him prepare a new poster - the second verse from Itsy-Bitsy spider which she learned in her school.
She dictated the words, Victor wrote and she made little drawings. After the kids came, Maya spent the morning with them, making a friend and having a good time. At lunch I picked her up.
was yesterday. It's a rather new idea - observed for 8-9 years. I believe that angry white males already had their paws over it (it's now daughter or son).
Anyway, Maya went to daddy's school and helped him prepare a new poster - the second verse from Itsy-Bitsy spider which she learned in her school.
She dictated the words, Victor wrote and she made little drawings. After the kids came, Maya spent the morning with them, making a friend and having a good time. At lunch I picked her up.
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Monday, April 21, 2003
Vacation update
We went to a seder this saturday . Maya had a good time playing with a weird little boy and a cat. Victor and Erica played their guitars and sang. We ate silly. Yesterday, same bunch we went to the Prospect park zoo the one our Republican mayor is fixing to close - along with the pools this summer. Maya was a
little anxious about getting stung by the wallabies but had a great time. Afterwards we went to
the carousel.
Israel
Bulgarii also returned from their European vacation which was also a reunion with Adina. It
involved a lot of joy laughter and partying - sounds like something we should do all together.
We went to a seder this saturday . Maya had a good time playing with a weird little boy and a cat. Victor and Erica played their guitars and sang. We ate silly. Yesterday, same bunch we went to the Prospect park zoo the one our Republican mayor is fixing to close - along with the pools this summer. Maya was a
little anxious about getting stung by the wallabies but had a great time. Afterwards we went to
the carousel.
Israel
Bulgarii also returned from their European vacation which was also a reunion with Adina. It
involved a lot of joy laughter and partying - sounds like something we should do all together.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
New York Weather - summer today - up to 77F of 27 C
Thought of the Day
As we bightly gallop towards yet a new war, on the used, unproven lies that sparked the one still going on, here's what our predecesor used to say:
"I give a propaganda reason for starting the war. Never mind whether it is plausible or not. The
victor will not be asked afterward whether he told the truth or not. In starting and waging war it
is not right that matters, but victory."
Adolph Hitler
Thought of the Day
As we bightly gallop towards yet a new war, on the used, unproven lies that sparked the one still going on, here's what our predecesor used to say:
"I give a propaganda reason for starting the war. Never mind whether it is plausible or not. The
victor will not be asked afterward whether he told the truth or not. In starting and waging war it
is not right that matters, but victory."
Adolph Hitler
Monday, April 07, 2003
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Some clarifications
Questions I got tell me they are necessary:
Eggplant I cooked for the multicultural shares - called "Vinete" in Romanian - are the common summer apetiser there and completely unknown here. People go crazy when they taste it (and I couldn't make them without the trusty wooden chopper Cati gave me - a tool non-existant here).
"Could be worse" - the book Maya read is the story of a grandpa who was reacting this way to anything his grandchildren would say. When he heard then saying that "nothing interesting ever happened to him" he makes up a cock and bull story to impress them (It has the abominable snow man, giant goldfish and a monster named Something-or-Other).
It was a useful book to teach Maya about truth and fiction (lies) since they read at school "The true Story of the 3 Pigs by A. Wolf". They stayed on it for a week, discussing and building houses but the teachers left out the main theme: this was the self-serving version of the wolf in which he is good, the pigs are guilty and black is white. Maya was convinced that this was the truth ("it says so in the title") and only "Could be Worse" helped me shake this belief. We talked about reasons people make up stories.
Since these days our entire media is in the hands of wolves berating pigs, lambs and the Little Red Riding Hood standing in their way, I thought it an important lesson to learn.
Questions I got tell me they are necessary:
Eggplant I cooked for the multicultural shares - called "Vinete" in Romanian - are the common summer apetiser there and completely unknown here. People go crazy when they taste it (and I couldn't make them without the trusty wooden chopper Cati gave me - a tool non-existant here).
"Could be worse" - the book Maya read is the story of a grandpa who was reacting this way to anything his grandchildren would say. When he heard then saying that "nothing interesting ever happened to him" he makes up a cock and bull story to impress them (It has the abominable snow man, giant goldfish and a monster named Something-or-Other).
It was a useful book to teach Maya about truth and fiction (lies) since they read at school "The true Story of the 3 Pigs by A. Wolf". They stayed on it for a week, discussing and building houses but the teachers left out the main theme: this was the self-serving version of the wolf in which he is good, the pigs are guilty and black is white. Maya was convinced that this was the truth ("it says so in the title") and only "Could be Worse" helped me shake this belief. We talked about reasons people make up stories.
Since these days our entire media is in the hands of wolves berating pigs, lambs and the Little Red Riding Hood standing in their way, I thought it an important lesson to learn.
Friday, April 04, 2003
Multicultural Share at Maya's School
Last night, the entire school (more or less) gathered in the cafeteria to sample foods from all the countries and traditions . I brought my eggplant and ate till I couldn't breathe - other people's stuff.. It was extraordinary! After that a show followed. The usual - with kids starting a piano piece 10 times - but we lived through it.
Last night, the entire school (more or less) gathered in the cafeteria to sample foods from all the countries and traditions . I brought my eggplant and ate till I couldn't breathe - other people's stuff.. It was extraordinary! After that a show followed. The usual - with kids starting a piano piece 10 times - but we lived through it.
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
No Zoo trip today!
Somehow, the teachers became tripped out: they have a Staten Island Zoo trip next week (yeah, yet another NYC Borrough). I complained about the fact that Queens remained uncovered and I feel that the Zoo geography part of Maya's instruction is incomplete.
But Maya will share a book today (read it to the class from the teacher's chair) so she's fine.
Somehow, the teachers became tripped out: they have a Staten Island Zoo trip next week (yeah, yet another NYC Borrough). I complained about the fact that Queens remained uncovered and I feel that the Zoo geography part of Maya's instruction is incomplete.
But Maya will share a book today (read it to the class from the teacher's chair) so she's fine.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Happy April's Fools Day!
This fool was parted with her computer for almost 20 hours and almost went nuts! After parting with a lot of money, the computer was back! Maya asked me today to give her an April Fool idea. I told her to go to the window and say: "It's snowing!" She asked me to help. So, we both went to the window and Maya whispered: "It's snowing" I broadcasted itit and everyone came to the window. "April fool!" Maya whispered. I yelled it out loud and a good time was had by all. When the computer guy showed a little later he said: "It's snowing!" It was.
This fool was parted with her computer for almost 20 hours and almost went nuts! After parting with a lot of money, the computer was back! Maya asked me today to give her an April Fool idea. I told her to go to the window and say: "It's snowing!" She asked me to help. So, we both went to the window and Maya whispered: "It's snowing" I broadcasted itit and everyone came to the window. "April fool!" Maya whispered. I yelled it out loud and a good time was had by all. When the computer guy showed a little later he said: "It's snowing!" It was.
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Breaking News from Israel:
ADINA HAS BEEN ADMITTED AT THE UNIVERSITY!!!
Congratulations to Adina and to all who kept their fingers crossed!
From Bucharest - fair weather and an "all war all the time" TV channel with goodies dangled under the guise of "reconstruction". The Romanian saying is: "La pomul laudat..."
Saturday, March 29, 2003
From our correspondent in Rehovot (Dorina):
They are planning to go on vacation for Passover. Adina is still having a great time - now in New Delhi. She has witnessed there some huge anti-war demonstrations as well.(It must've been this one:
CALCUTTA, India, March 30 (Reuters) - More than 150,000 people marched on
Sunday in the eastern city of Calcutta in India's largest anti-war protest yet, and set
alight dozens of effigies of U.S. President George W. Bush.
Uniformed firemen, schoolchildren, teachers, and businessmen, some holding
placards that asked "How many deaths per gallon?" joined tens of thousands of
communist party members as they marched through the city centre, causing major
traffic jams.
The peaceful protest, to which some marchers brought dogs with "Bush" and "Blair"
written on them, wound its way through the city for nine km (six miles).
Groups of women in cotton saris sang in Bengali, "Stop the war, stop the
bloodletting, let peace prevail," while others waved banners that read: "America, the
biggest terrorist in the world" and "U.S.A: killer of innocent Iraqis".
She loves the place - hopefully we'll get more stories, pics.
And also, please everybody - more material about you - I don't want this to be a "me,me,me" story!
They are planning to go on vacation for Passover. Adina is still having a great time - now in New Delhi. She has witnessed there some huge anti-war demonstrations as well.(It must've been this one:
CALCUTTA, India, March 30 (Reuters) - More than 150,000 people marched on
Sunday in the eastern city of Calcutta in India's largest anti-war protest yet, and set
alight dozens of effigies of U.S. President George W. Bush.
Uniformed firemen, schoolchildren, teachers, and businessmen, some holding
placards that asked "How many deaths per gallon?" joined tens of thousands of
communist party members as they marched through the city centre, causing major
traffic jams.
The peaceful protest, to which some marchers brought dogs with "Bush" and "Blair"
written on them, wound its way through the city for nine km (six miles).
Groups of women in cotton saris sang in Bengali, "Stop the war, stop the
bloodletting, let peace prevail," while others waved banners that read: "America, the
biggest terrorist in the world" and "U.S.A: killer of innocent Iraqis".
She loves the place - hopefully we'll get more stories, pics.
And also, please everybody - more material about you - I don't want this to be a "me,me,me" story!
Paranoiac Times
Yesterday, those of us who were in Brooklyn were almost stranded. It seems 3 persons were arrested on the Williamsburg Bridge dropping a suspect package (complete with the "middle eastern tag) It lead to searches of all the bridges with the ensuing traffic chaos and even to a further fall of the dollar on the market. The lack of follow up news convinces me that they were in fact the usual teens with a bag of spray paint preparing for a grafitti spree.
Yesterday, those of us who were in Brooklyn were almost stranded. It seems 3 persons were arrested on the Williamsburg Bridge dropping a suspect package (complete with the "middle eastern tag) It lead to searches of all the bridges with the ensuing traffic chaos and even to a further fall of the dollar on the market. The lack of follow up news convinces me that they were in fact the usual teens with a bag of spray paint preparing for a grafitti spree.
What's New?
Not much, but some of you complained about the lull. So, little news: this Wednesday, Maya's class was going to the Brooklyn Zoo but an ear infection stopped Maya from going. She is now taking amoxicilyn and feels fine. Plus, next week, the class will go to the Queens Zoo (learning the NYC boroughs one zoo at a time).
Not much, but some of you complained about the lull. So, little news: this Wednesday, Maya's class was going to the Brooklyn Zoo but an ear infection stopped Maya from going. She is now taking amoxicilyn and feels fine. Plus, next week, the class will go to the Queens Zoo (learning the NYC boroughs one zoo at a time).
Sunday, March 23, 2003
Maya's Third Birthday Party
Took place today at her grandparents house. It was the grown-ups party - with good food and lively conversations. At one point it got very heated politically (on details, all present marched yesterday). Victor took me aside to cool me down for a while - and I was able to be a host again. Maya sang two songs for us, danced the troika with Bubbie and Pipa and was all around adorable.
Took place today at her grandparents house. It was the grown-ups party - with good food and lively conversations. At one point it got very heated politically (on details, all present marched yesterday). Victor took me aside to cool me down for a while - and I was able to be a host again. Maya sang two songs for us, danced the troika with Bubbie and Pipa and was all around adorable.
Saturday, March 22, 2003
Today I was proud of my New York!
Our march was a beaut'! It started to get good since the subway where a whole contingent of "Kids for peace" was taking the same train with us for 36 and Broadway - my 5 years old was very happy. Some other groups started chanting right in the subway station. We miraculously met the rest of our family at 36 and Broadway - but then the cops said we missed our chance to get in there and we need to walk on the sidewalk another block. I got a less than friendly arm squeeze but that was the worst of it. They were actually allowing people to join the march in progress - and it went on for as far as the eye could see. Some of the signs I remember: "I LIKE MY FRIES FRENCH" "LITTLE DICKS GROW UP TO BE DICTATORS" FREEDOM FRIES WHILE BAGDAD BURNS" "AFTER THE WAR HE'LL HAVE A JOB - WILL YOU?" (with a shifty Cheney next to an oil well.)
The crowd was spirited, chanting: "PEACE NOW". It was a beautiful spring day. Some were blowing bubbles, people were waving from windows with peace signs.
The cops actually let us march - they even complimented my guys anti-bush T-Shirt (a MacDonald reversed arches in a W " Billions of corporations served")
Someone in Union Square was distributing free water bottles - it was hot by then.
I was looking around me at the spirited faces - all ages - I felt so proud to be with them!
Towards the end, someone asked: "Bartcop?" (I had todays cartoon on my back and a whole collection of others on my sign getting lots of attention). It was Nolita NYC - and we talked forum for a while. The march ended su abruptly, I kick myself I forgot to give her one of my BUSH KNEW buttons (next time!).
Our march was a beaut'! It started to get good since the subway where a whole contingent of "Kids for peace" was taking the same train with us for 36 and Broadway - my 5 years old was very happy. Some other groups started chanting right in the subway station. We miraculously met the rest of our family at 36 and Broadway - but then the cops said we missed our chance to get in there and we need to walk on the sidewalk another block. I got a less than friendly arm squeeze but that was the worst of it. They were actually allowing people to join the march in progress - and it went on for as far as the eye could see. Some of the signs I remember: "I LIKE MY FRIES FRENCH" "LITTLE DICKS GROW UP TO BE DICTATORS" FREEDOM FRIES WHILE BAGDAD BURNS" "AFTER THE WAR HE'LL HAVE A JOB - WILL YOU?" (with a shifty Cheney next to an oil well.)
The crowd was spirited, chanting: "PEACE NOW". It was a beautiful spring day. Some were blowing bubbles, people were waving from windows with peace signs.
The cops actually let us march - they even complimented my guys anti-bush T-Shirt (a MacDonald reversed arches in a W " Billions of corporations served")
Someone in Union Square was distributing free water bottles - it was hot by then.
I was looking around me at the spirited faces - all ages - I felt so proud to be with them!
Towards the end, someone asked: "Bartcop?" (I had todays cartoon on my back and a whole collection of others on my sign getting lots of attention). It was Nolita NYC - and we talked forum for a while. The march ended su abruptly, I kick myself I forgot to give her one of my BUSH KNEW buttons (next time!).
Friday, March 21, 2003
Happy Birthday
Adrian !
May you have the best year - with the wedding coming up and may everything else be wonderful with the one(s) you love! (in the pic with Sandra, in Austria)
Adrian !
May you have the best year - with the wedding coming up and may everything else be wonderful with the one(s) you love! (in the pic with Sandra, in Austria)
It's also Purim
and here's a
Little Devil (or Mazek) to prove it. It reminds me of an
even tinier devil
(Ava - Halloween 1985)
and here's a
Little Devil (or Mazek) to prove it. It reminds me of an
even tinier devil
(Ava - Halloween 1985)
Life Goes on
I read Der Fuhrer went to bed early after starting WWIII and our national anthem was booed in Canada at a hockey game, but our senate voted a resolution praising the fearless leader. But spring started anyway and our freezing rain turned into warm rain. And here's a picture from Eden's birthday wikth her daddy - Uzi and her mommy - Ilinca.
I read Der Fuhrer went to bed early after starting WWIII and our national anthem was booed in Canada at a hockey game, but our senate voted a resolution praising the fearless leader. But spring started anyway and our freezing rain turned into warm rain. And here's a picture from Eden's birthday wikth her daddy - Uzi and her mommy - Ilinca.
Thursday, March 20, 2003
"I Feel Great!!!" He Confided
before announcing that he just started Dubya Dubya Three. So, now, in Israel they are strapping on their gas masks (or just schlepping them around everywhere), and here in NYC cops and National guard are stopping and searching everyone (to find terrorists and intimidate protesters). So, we'll go in Time Square this afternoon, but without Maya - I expect rough trade. Stay safe, everyone! In other news, spring also starts today.
Update: The Times Square crowd was impressive, in spite of the freezing rain. The cops were herding them in pend along 41 Street which I find demeaning and depressing. No incidents - at least for the time we were there. But we are angry.
before announcing that he just started Dubya Dubya Three. So, now, in Israel they are strapping on their gas masks (or just schlepping them around everywhere), and here in NYC cops and National guard are stopping and searching everyone (to find terrorists and intimidate protesters). So, we'll go in Time Square this afternoon, but without Maya - I expect rough trade. Stay safe, everyone! In other news, spring also starts today.
Update: The Times Square crowd was impressive, in spite of the freezing rain. The cops were herding them in pend along 41 Street which I find demeaning and depressing. No incidents - at least for the time we were there. But we are angry.
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Bowling Trip
Today, in one of what's going to be probably remembered as the last day before WWIII, Maya's class went to a bowling alley. So, I put protesting aside and went with them. A great time was had by all!
Today, in one of what's going to be probably remembered as the last day before WWIII, Maya's class went to a bowling alley. So, I put protesting aside and went with them. A great time was had by all!
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Eden's Birthday
Eden and her foxy grandma (see picture) spent the eve of her birthday together with Tom and Jerry and Romanian fairy tales ("Scrofita Rosie" et al). This morning the two of them are off to the mall for children purim events. It seems that the picture I posted captures the spirit of the day. Have fun, girls!
Eden and her foxy grandma (see picture) spent the eve of her birthday together with Tom and Jerry and Romanian fairy tales ("Scrofita Rosie" et al). This morning the two of them are off to the mall for children purim events. It seems that the picture I posted captures the spirit of the day. Have fun, girls!
Happy Birthday
Eden
We wish you all the love, luck and happiness! Have a great birthday, sweetheart - and maybe someone, tell us all about it!
Eden
We wish you all the love, luck and happiness! Have a great birthday, sweetheart - and maybe someone, tell us all about it!
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Candle Light vigil in Union Square (NYC)
At 7 PM we went do do our part in the Moveon
international action.
We chose that spot not just because it's close (we had a
richness of locations next to us). But
ever since 9.11 Union Square has been a spontaneous
place for us to get together and find our
sanity amongst the warmongering rhetoric. Tonight more
than half of the park was filled up -
I'd say several thousands of people were there. On the
steps on the South of the Park a street
show was going on. At 7:00 PM they respectfully stopped
for us. A group came singing softly
"We shall overcome" and we joined in. A guy with a box of
chalk was drawing hearts on the
pavement and giving away chalk. Our little girl got pretty
good at writing "NO WAR" (pretty
much the extent of her writing so far). We then gave the
chalk to other kids (There were
plenty of them around. There was one deranged man
yelling about a cousin lost in 9.11. Some
tried to explain to him the facts but the man came there to
scream so scream he did - but
walking away very fast.
There was a great atmosphere and no cops in sight.
We left after 30 minutes (bed times to be kept) but the
crowd was still there, and people
were still coming. From across the street, the thousands of
lights on the steps looked like the
sky itself. People were asking us on the way home what
was going on (since we were carrying
our lit candles). An older woman thanked us for doing this.
Some security guard asked very defensively what does this
mean. "Peace? Is that a religious
thing?" "No. It's just a desire not to kill"
At 7 PM we went do do our part in the Moveon
international action.
We chose that spot not just because it's close (we had a
richness of locations next to us). But
ever since 9.11 Union Square has been a spontaneous
place for us to get together and find our
sanity amongst the warmongering rhetoric. Tonight more
than half of the park was filled up -
I'd say several thousands of people were there. On the
steps on the South of the Park a street
show was going on. At 7:00 PM they respectfully stopped
for us. A group came singing softly
"We shall overcome" and we joined in. A guy with a box of
chalk was drawing hearts on the
pavement and giving away chalk. Our little girl got pretty
good at writing "NO WAR" (pretty
much the extent of her writing so far). We then gave the
chalk to other kids (There were
plenty of them around. There was one deranged man
yelling about a cousin lost in 9.11. Some
tried to explain to him the facts but the man came there to
scream so scream he did - but
walking away very fast.
There was a great atmosphere and no cops in sight.
We left after 30 minutes (bed times to be kept) but the
crowd was still there, and people
were still coming. From across the street, the thousands of
lights on the steps looked like the
sky itself. People were asking us on the way home what
was going on (since we were carrying
our lit candles). An older woman thanked us for doing this.
Some security guard asked very defensively what does this
mean. "Peace? Is that a religious
thing?" "No. It's just a desire not to kill"
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Maya's Birthday Party
took place this afternoon. Only 3 out of 6 guests showed up - which turned out to be a blessing
for our small space. Erica and Victor played request songs. We ate pizza, eggplant and other
goodies and then we adjourned it on the roof (we were blessed with a gorgeous day!) . The girls
had the time of their lives
running around (with or without music). It was so pleasant, we took the cake upstairs and had it
there (not easy lighting the candles, but it was great!). We capped it by watching the
Sponge Bob "lost episode" - Priscilla's present and then the guests left. Bubbie and Erica are
still here, playing with the presents
took place this afternoon. Only 3 out of 6 guests showed up - which turned out to be a blessing
for our small space. Erica and Victor played request songs. We ate pizza, eggplant and other
goodies and then we adjourned it on the roof (we were blessed with a gorgeous day!) . The girls
had the time of their lives
running around (with or without music). It was so pleasant, we took the cake upstairs and had it
there (not easy lighting the candles, but it was great!). We capped it by watching the
Sponge Bob "lost episode" - Priscilla's present and then the guests left. Bubbie and Erica are
still here, playing with the presents
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
New York News
Last Saturday, as I was at the demonstration, Victor and Maya went ice-skating. Victor had a fall on his arm with pain and popping sounds but heroically stayed there for Maya to get her day in the rink. She eventually got to glide without holding hands.
Victor finally got to a doctor today and the Xrays show a hairline fracture. We'll know in 2 days if that will require a cast or not.
We are now waiting untill 12:08 AM to toast to Maya's exact moment of birth while churning labor tales...
Last Saturday, as I was at the demonstration, Victor and Maya went ice-skating. Victor had a fall on his arm with pain and popping sounds but heroically stayed there for Maya to get her day in the rink. She eventually got to glide without holding hands.
Victor finally got to a doctor today and the Xrays show a hairline fracture. We'll know in 2 days if that will require a cast or not.
We are now waiting untill 12:08 AM to toast to Maya's exact moment of birth while churning labor tales...
Sunday, March 09, 2003
Jacky and Alex Birthday Party Pictures:
Here are
Jacky and Alex and their birthday cakes. And here they are with their little cousin
Eden
And here's
Alex and Eden
and
Jacky
Saturday, March 08, 2003
"Just back from a Code Pink peace protest (2 actually)"
At Hillary's office again - "It takes a US Bomber ta Raze a
Village".
Organized by Brooklyn Parents for peace, was inviting
women to done
floppy hats and boas. A petition was circulated asking
Hillary to vote
for the Byrd-Kennedy Amendment. Tbere were speakers,
singers and
a very colorful crowd (I'd say about 1000) in the most
outrageous
outfits. Men were there - some sporting pink
bathrobe and
turbans
with a very creative collection of hars. The
chicks with the
strap-on
missiles were there
I had great fun for a while with a spirited group asking car
drivers to
honk for peace - most of them did - and we were cheering
them back.
It was great fun! On the way home, another event - about
the same
size was going on in Union Square. That was IAC though
and Palestine
was more proeminent than Iraq in the speeches and signs -
so I just
told some people about the other pritest and I left. Just a
day in NYC
in the crazy bush times.
One speaker confirmed that we will have a march on March 22 although the location is still unknown.
On the way home, in the subway station I was reading over someone's shoulder from NY Post: "Non to War, Oui to Treason" I let my fabulous purple boa brush against the paper, the reader looked up at my purple hat filled with anti-war buttons and smiled approvingly.
On the way home I was thinking: "hey, it's great to feel both
glamorous and righteous at the same time! This was a blast!
At Hillary's office again - "It takes a US Bomber ta Raze a
Village".
Organized by Brooklyn Parents for peace, was inviting
women to done
floppy hats and boas. A petition was circulated asking
Hillary to vote
for the Byrd-Kennedy Amendment. Tbere were speakers,
singers and
a very colorful crowd (I'd say about 1000) in the most
outrageous
outfits. Men were there - some sporting pink
bathrobe and
turbans
with a very creative collection of hars. The
chicks with the
strap-on
missiles were there
I had great fun for a while with a spirited group asking car
drivers to
honk for peace - most of them did - and we were cheering
them back.
It was great fun! On the way home, another event - about
the same
size was going on in Union Square. That was IAC though
and Palestine
was more proeminent than Iraq in the speeches and signs -
so I just
told some people about the other pritest and I left. Just a
day in NYC
in the crazy bush times.
One speaker confirmed that we will have a march on March 22 although the location is still unknown.
On the way home, in the subway station I was reading over someone's shoulder from NY Post: "Non to War, Oui to Treason" I let my fabulous purple boa brush against the paper, the reader looked up at my purple hat filled with anti-war buttons and smiled approvingly.
On the way home I was thinking: "hey, it's great to feel both
glamorous and righteous at the same time! This was a blast!
Happy March 8 to all women in the world - especially the ones in our family!
A few days ago, Dorina sent me a great Rosie the Riveter poster - but I wasn't able to transfer it here.
Anyway, March 8 in US is usually not noticed. However in this year of protests, a Code Pink action is taking place in DC and one in NYC too.
Women are going to celebrate by protesting war - and we'll do it in floppy hats, boas and beads.I was going to do this with Maya but I think she'll be skating with Daddy instead. (floppy hats and boas are fun, but one protest a week at the age of 5 should be enough). So, how's your March 8 in your neck of the woods?
"Once upon a time there was a boy named Daddy and a mama named Woman" (Maya fairy tale discovered in her diary)
A few days ago, Dorina sent me a great Rosie the Riveter poster - but I wasn't able to transfer it here.
Anyway, March 8 in US is usually not noticed. However in this year of protests, a Code Pink action is taking place in DC and one in NYC too.
Women are going to celebrate by protesting war - and we'll do it in floppy hats, boas and beads.I was going to do this with Maya but I think she'll be skating with Daddy instead. (floppy hats and boas are fun, but one protest a week at the age of 5 should be enough). So, how's your March 8 in your neck of the woods?
"Once upon a time there was a boy named Daddy and a mama named Woman" (Maya fairy tale discovered in her diary)
Thursday, March 06, 2003
A Blast from the Past
Here's a picture I called
Maya la nai
It was taken in the spring 2000 - after Sandra's first visit here. She brought Victor a nice flute du Pan - or nai as it is called in Romania. Playing it it's deceptively simple - we all tried and were not even able to get a sound out of it. All, except Victor that is.
Here's a picture I called
Maya la nai
It was taken in the spring 2000 - after Sandra's first visit here. She brought Victor a nice flute du Pan - or nai as it is called in Romania. Playing it it's deceptively simple - we all tried and were not even able to get a sound out of it. All, except Victor that is.
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
Candlelight vigil for Peace
The three of us went tonight with a few thousand New Yorkers. Maya holding her candle looked so beautiful that several photographers asked my permission to photograph her. I forgot my camera. Anyway, by the time it got to Washington Square it looked like
this
The three of us went tonight with a few thousand New Yorkers. Maya holding her candle looked so beautiful that several photographers asked my permission to photograph her. I forgot my camera. Anyway, by the time it got to Washington Square it looked like
this
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
New York Skating News
Maya's class took a trip to a skating rink (Woolman Rink - Prospect Park). I went too, hoping that I may be of help. My usefulness stopped right after tying up the skating shoes. I did not get skates for myself (my last foray in skating, in my teen years ended in a split upper lip). So I am carefully holding Maya and one of her classmates, Roni as they walk on skates. Once we got there, I understood why they charged 25c admission for the kids: they isolated a minuscule portion of the rink for all the kids (about 100 of them) and a ruffian was pushing them to the right, yelling at them to hold on to the edge. Next thing I knew, she is holding up a crying Maya - she'll go last- he yelled.
I finally retrieved her and tried to guide her from the outside, holding her hands over the edge. The same handler "caught " me - and gave me a good yelling: "It's dangerous! You'll sue us!" (They had left a lot of ice to accumulate outside the rink, so rather than clean it, they just forbade access). I noticed a mother discretely in her shoes on ice so I took my chances - managing to get Maya to glide a little. Of course I got a second trashing.
By now, Maya and her partner Roni were both crying - so I took them out and to cheer them up, we sat on a bench eating lunch. No sooner did I open the milk cartoons for them, I get yelled at for the third time - we were eating in the wrong place. So, haul two little girls and their lunches to the other end of the building. In the end, Maya decided to give it another try - so, with assistance, got to go back and forth along the edge. "I skated!!!" she beamed. I was happy because she overcame the fear and then I had to deal only with the crying when they had to get out: "BUT I WANT TO SKATE SOME MOORE!!!!"
All in all, an emotional day.
She is in the bathroom now: "I am talking to my imaginary friend, mama"
Maya's class took a trip to a skating rink (Woolman Rink - Prospect Park). I went too, hoping that I may be of help. My usefulness stopped right after tying up the skating shoes. I did not get skates for myself (my last foray in skating, in my teen years ended in a split upper lip). So I am carefully holding Maya and one of her classmates, Roni as they walk on skates. Once we got there, I understood why they charged 25c admission for the kids: they isolated a minuscule portion of the rink for all the kids (about 100 of them) and a ruffian was pushing them to the right, yelling at them to hold on to the edge. Next thing I knew, she is holding up a crying Maya - she'll go last- he yelled.
I finally retrieved her and tried to guide her from the outside, holding her hands over the edge. The same handler "caught " me - and gave me a good yelling: "It's dangerous! You'll sue us!" (They had left a lot of ice to accumulate outside the rink, so rather than clean it, they just forbade access). I noticed a mother discretely in her shoes on ice so I took my chances - managing to get Maya to glide a little. Of course I got a second trashing.
By now, Maya and her partner Roni were both crying - so I took them out and to cheer them up, we sat on a bench eating lunch. No sooner did I open the milk cartoons for them, I get yelled at for the third time - we were eating in the wrong place. So, haul two little girls and their lunches to the other end of the building. In the end, Maya decided to give it another try - so, with assistance, got to go back and forth along the edge. "I skated!!!" she beamed. I was happy because she overcame the fear and then I had to deal only with the crying when they had to get out: "BUT I WANT TO SKATE SOME MOORE!!!!"
All in all, an emotional day.
She is in the bathroom now: "I am talking to my imaginary friend, mama"
Saturday, March 01, 2003
In other Important News: Maya is a SUBSTITUTE!
As they reshuffled responsibilities in her class yesterday, she got to be THE SUBSTITUTE! "That means that every time someone is not there, I get to do his/her job"
Mucea-Cacicea? I think not! (OK, I do, but she is very proud, the name sounds so very impressive) Besides, with the kind of attendance they have, she is one busy substitute: yesterday she had 3 jobs! (Line leader, putting materials out AND putting them away)
As they reshuffled responsibilities in her class yesterday, she got to be THE SUBSTITUTE! "That means that every time someone is not there, I get to do his/her job"
Mucea-Cacicea? I think not! (OK, I do, but she is very proud, the name sounds so very impressive) Besides, with the kind of attendance they have, she is one busy substitute: yesterday she had 3 jobs! (Line leader, putting materials out AND putting them away)
Friday, February 28, 2003
Happy
Martisor !
This has been sent by Cati to all the women and girls, big and small in the family!
The Romanian writing on the card says: "First Day of Spring" - which March First was according to some Roman calendar. (I am minutes from March 1st)
For those with slight Romanian roots, here is the story:
the essential prt of the Martisor is the little thread in the lower right corner of the picture. It's made of red and white silk, twisted together. It was the custom with the Romans to make this gift representing passion and purity to the women in their lives. The custom survived EXCLUSIVELY in Romania.
There is another tradition connected to this: save your Martisor thread until you see the first tree in blossom. Tie it around that branch and make a whish (Maya and I did it for a couple of years)
Martisor !
This has been sent by Cati to all the women and girls, big and small in the family!
The Romanian writing on the card says: "First Day of Spring" - which March First was according to some Roman calendar. (I am minutes from March 1st)
For those with slight Romanian roots, here is the story:
the essential prt of the Martisor is the little thread in the lower right corner of the picture. It's made of red and white silk, twisted together. It was the custom with the Romans to make this gift representing passion and purity to the women in their lives. The custom survived EXCLUSIVELY in Romania.
There is another tradition connected to this: save your Martisor thread until you see the first tree in blossom. Tie it around that branch and make a whish (Maya and I did it for a couple of years)
Birthday Party for Jack and Alex
took place today in Rehovot, Israel. From the phone where I participated, everyone seemed to have a good time. Tania and Dodo were happy to have their sons home and so were the birthday boys - ahem - men.
They both sounded good. Jacky was very pleased with the weblog, their birthday announcement ("I showed my friends that I am famous"). He only objected to the actual pics - so any time I'll get better ones, they'll be replaced.
It fell good talking to them all and hearing the two brothers close, and helping each other cope.
took place today in Rehovot, Israel. From the phone where I participated, everyone seemed to have a good time. Tania and Dodo were happy to have their sons home and so were the birthday boys - ahem - men.
They both sounded good. Jacky was very pleased with the weblog, their birthday announcement ("I showed my friends that I am famous"). He only objected to the actual pics - so any time I'll get better ones, they'll be replaced.
It fell good talking to them all and hearing the two brothers close, and helping each other cope.
Thursday, February 27, 2003
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
Saturday, February 22, 2003
Friday, February 21, 2003
Happy Birthday
Ilinca
Here pictured four years ago, after Eden's birth (newer photos welcome). Be happy Ilinca with all those you love!
Ilinca
Here pictured four years ago, after Eden's birth (newer photos welcome). Be happy Ilinca with all those you love!
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
Also, after Victor's birthday
We stil did not get to celebrate him with a dinner out, but here's his birthday... pie
We stil did not get to celebrate him with a dinner out, but here's his birthday... pie
Weather update
It snowed through the night and some today. We are all home - a snow day nicely came after the Presidents' Day yesterday, keeping Victor home (Maya is on vacation).
They went on the roof to try to build a snowman Snow was blocking the door to the roof shut so they ended building it indoors .
It snowed through the night and some today. We are all home - a snow day nicely came after the Presidents' Day yesterday, keeping Victor home (Maya is on vacation).
They went on the roof to try to build a snowman Snow was blocking the door to the roof shut so they ended building it indoors .
Monday, February 17, 2003
Sunday, February 16, 2003
In other news: Bucharest, Romania:
The Olteanus and their in-laws (Adrian's family) to be had their first official dinner together, at Zambaccian nr 1. It all went without a hitch and they are now feasting on left-overs. I do not have a picture of Adrian's family so here's one of his Group (he's the lead singer)
Bogdan's wedding is set for May 31.
The Olteanus and their in-laws (Adrian's family) to be had their first official dinner together, at Zambaccian nr 1. It all went without a hitch and they are now feasting on left-overs. I do not have a picture of Adrian's family so here's one of his Group (he's the lead singer)
Bogdan's wedding is set for May 31.
Happy Birthday Victor!
It's a freezing day in NYC today, so we are postponing our celebratory dining out for tomorrow. Maya (and I) drew daddy a picture and wrote our names (OK, Maya did the writing for both of us) and we had a birthday berries pie (healthy but good) complete with candle blowing and pictures. More celebrations - tomorrow.
It's a freezing day in NYC today, so we are postponing our celebratory dining out for tomorrow. Maya (and I) drew daddy a picture and wrote our names (OK, Maya did the writing for both of us) and we had a birthday berries pie (healthy but good) complete with candle blowing and pictures. More celebrations - tomorrow.
Saturday, February 15, 2003
"Back from the march - I stand by 1 million there!"
We started up 3rd ave - the Lower East Side walking
uptown - we stretched for blocks -
chanting and getting approval honkings from cars. By 23rd
street, another group was on
the other side of the street. A few blocks later, new feeder
marches joined with ours
and
soon, by the 40s we were occupying 3rd ave wall to wall.
We passed 49 str, then 50th,
51 and the streets east were blocked - the cops wouldn't let
us get to 1st ave (where
the rally was). Upon asking, tthey said that maybe 24 blocks
later at 64str we can join
the rally - but they may close that too (the permit only went
up to 68 str) I realized
that
we'll never make it so we squeezed out through the
barricades, on Second ave, then to
First: we got right in front of the stage. We heard/saw
Kuchinich, Sheila Jackson Lee,
heard Pete Seeger. The cops said we need to move (only
the caged in the middle could
stay). So, we made our way back, advising journalists that
Third ave is wall to wall
people (which is why I am doubling the 1/2 million estimate I
heard on Link. They did
their best to keep us separated and fragmented so our
numbers wouldn't show. But it
was great!
[edit]
We started up 3rd ave - the Lower East Side walking
uptown - we stretched for blocks -
chanting and getting approval honkings from cars. By 23rd
street, another group was on
the other side of the street. A few blocks later, new feeder
marches joined with ours
and
soon, by the 40s we were occupying 3rd ave wall to wall.
We passed 49 str, then 50th,
51 and the streets east were blocked - the cops wouldn't let
us get to 1st ave (where
the rally was). Upon asking, tthey said that maybe 24 blocks
later at 64str we can join
the rally - but they may close that too (the permit only went
up to 68 str) I realized
that
we'll never make it so we squeezed out through the
barricades, on Second ave, then to
First: we got right in front of the stage. We heard/saw
Kuchinich, Sheila Jackson Lee,
heard Pete Seeger. The cops said we need to move (only
the caged in the middle could
stay). So, we made our way back, advising journalists that
Third ave is wall to wall
people (which is why I am doubling the 1/2 million estimate I
heard on Link. They did
their best to keep us separated and fragmented so our
numbers wouldn't show. But it
was great!
[edit]
Friday, February 14, 2003
Advice needed on etiquette and beyond - by the end of the weekend
Here's my dilemma: there is a pair of twins in Maya's class that any sane parents would have separated - they are tearing each other apart. Like their parents, the boy is pleasant and liked by all while the girl - if the looks could kill she'd spread death around. As birthday parties were being talked about, the other day, Carina came to Maya - IN MY PRESENCE - and said: "Do not come to my birthday" "How lovely" I said as Maya asked: "What?" "Do you want me to say it again?" she asked. "No, try to keep your venom inside" I said and went straight to the party store to buy invitations for Maya's party next month. As I discusses guests later with Maya, I told her to say nothing to the kids who are not coming. "Like Carina did"? "Yeah, that's mean" We agree we don't invite her(them) but Maya said: but I still want to give her a valentine (we made for all the kids). I praised her for it. Yesterday, as instructed by their parents, the twins gave invitations to all the kids - including Maya. Incapable to hold a grudge, Maya wants them invited and wants to go. So far I said: that brat is not coming in my house, and you do not go. This morning though, Darrow (the brother) came to me and gave me a big hug: "Happy Valentine's day" and lated did the same to Maya. So now I feel lousy about him. Please tell me.
One more thing: one reason we don't want them here is: at another birthday party, the mother dropped them and picked them - not on time (when we left, Darrow was crying for mommy)
I have to make a decision (RSVP or not to their invitation) by this weekend.So, let me know.
Here's my dilemma: there is a pair of twins in Maya's class that any sane parents would have separated - they are tearing each other apart. Like their parents, the boy is pleasant and liked by all while the girl - if the looks could kill she'd spread death around. As birthday parties were being talked about, the other day, Carina came to Maya - IN MY PRESENCE - and said: "Do not come to my birthday" "How lovely" I said as Maya asked: "What?" "Do you want me to say it again?" she asked. "No, try to keep your venom inside" I said and went straight to the party store to buy invitations for Maya's party next month. As I discusses guests later with Maya, I told her to say nothing to the kids who are not coming. "Like Carina did"? "Yeah, that's mean" We agree we don't invite her(them) but Maya said: but I still want to give her a valentine (we made for all the kids). I praised her for it. Yesterday, as instructed by their parents, the twins gave invitations to all the kids - including Maya. Incapable to hold a grudge, Maya wants them invited and wants to go. So far I said: that brat is not coming in my house, and you do not go. This morning though, Darrow (the brother) came to me and gave me a big hug: "Happy Valentine's day" and lated did the same to Maya. So now I feel lousy about him. Please tell me.
One more thing: one reason we don't want them here is: at another birthday party, the mother dropped them and picked them - not on time (when we left, Darrow was crying for mommy)
I have to make a decision (RSVP or not to their invitation) by this weekend.So, let me know.
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
From Israel, an
opinion shared by Dorina
For those with remote roots from Romania - it's a drink made of prunes, called there tsuica (or palinka) and is best taken with bacon and onions.
Dorina is also emphatizing with Maya's mayonnaise habits. It reminded her of her own mis of mystard, salt and pepper savored in the closet under the stairs as her parents were asleep.
I was sneaking my bowls of home made mayo in my room and savoring them with a good book. I was always eating it with the wooden spoon I had used for mixing. ...Mmmm...Mayonnaise!
opinion shared by Dorina
For those with remote roots from Romania - it's a drink made of prunes, called there tsuica (or palinka) and is best taken with bacon and onions.
Dorina is also emphatizing with Maya's mayonnaise habits. It reminded her of her own mis of mystard, salt and pepper savored in the closet under the stairs as her parents were asleep.
I was sneaking my bowls of home made mayo in my room and savoring them with a good book. I was always eating it with the wooden spoon I had used for mixing. ...Mmmm...Mayonnaise!
Monday, February 10, 2003
It's snowing in New York.
Big, nice looking, wet snow flakes covering one's glasses in a second...
Maya said that today, before singing the snack song, Marquis and Kirby were playing with her apple. She told them to please stop playing but they did not, so they dropped it. So she had to ask to go in Velda's room [next door class] to wash it.
Yesterday we all went to the peace rally headquarters - got us buttons, stickers and leaflets - we are getting ready! They look
like this
Big, nice looking, wet snow flakes covering one's glasses in a second...
Maya said that today, before singing the snack song, Marquis and Kirby were playing with her apple. She told them to please stop playing but they did not, so they dropped it. So she had to ask to go in Velda's room [next door class] to wash it.
Yesterday we all went to the peace rally headquarters - got us buttons, stickers and leaflets - we are getting ready! They look
like this
Sunday, February 09, 2003
Like Mother like Daughter
After disappearing in the kitchen and suspicious silence, I found
Maya in the bathroom with her whole hand in the mayonnaise jar - half of the content on her face: "I couldn't find anything else [to eat]"she said from behind the wall of mayonnaise. I burst out laughing so my lecture did not come out very convincing. Which is why she then asked me not to tell daddy. (She's dying to tell herself but resisting)
For those of you wondering about the title, in my early teen years I used to mix myself bowls of mayo and eat it with the spoon (no pre-mixed mayo existed then)
Update: Before going to sleep she did confess to Daddy: "I ate mayonnaise in the bathroom"
After disappearing in the kitchen and suspicious silence, I found
Maya in the bathroom with her whole hand in the mayonnaise jar - half of the content on her face: "I couldn't find anything else [to eat]"she said from behind the wall of mayonnaise. I burst out laughing so my lecture did not come out very convincing. Which is why she then asked me not to tell daddy. (She's dying to tell herself but resisting)
For those of you wondering about the title, in my early teen years I used to mix myself bowls of mayo and eat it with the spoon (no pre-mixed mayo existed then)
Update: Before going to sleep she did confess to Daddy: "I ate mayonnaise in the bathroom"
Saturday, February 08, 2003
Jacky and Alex Nowadays
Courtesy of Sandra who kindly sent me more recent pictures (Thanks!)
and a clearer
Alex from Tania.
Courtesy of Sandra who kindly sent me more recent pictures (Thanks!)
and a clearer
Alex from Tania.
Friday, February 07, 2003
A Send Off Party in Israel
As I write this, my cousin Tania and the rest of the mishpuha there are throwing a party for
Alex who is leaving for the army in a few days. He is the one on the left in the picture taken in Bucharest, Romania with Jacky and Cati in 1991 in front of Zammbaccian 1 (yes, I need fresher pictures). His twin brother Jacky is already in the army for some months now. So let's all drink to them all - may them be safe and sound - may there be peace!
Update
I just spoke to Tania, Alex and Jacky. They all sound good and Jacky will have an easier regime soon. Once again guys, to your health!
As I write this, my cousin Tania and the rest of the mishpuha there are throwing a party for
Alex who is leaving for the army in a few days. He is the one on the left in the picture taken in Bucharest, Romania with Jacky and Cati in 1991 in front of Zammbaccian 1 (yes, I need fresher pictures). His twin brother Jacky is already in the army for some months now. So let's all drink to them all - may them be safe and sound - may there be peace!
Update
I just spoke to Tania, Alex and Jacky. They all sound good and Jacky will have an easier regime soon. Once again guys, to your health!
New York Weather Report: It's Snowing in New York!
The groundhog wasn't kidding: "There'll be two winters in the year" (although it feels like 3-4 already, with the first snow in November). Still, everything is white and nice and Maya had to stop every minute to
pick snow with her mittens. We rehearsed this song - indispensable for urban life:
"Watch out where those huskies go
"And don't eat the yellow snow"
Thailand Weather - Clear skies, warm and beautifull all over
And how's the weather in your neck of the woods? (Desperately searching for contributions)
The groundhog wasn't kidding: "There'll be two winters in the year" (although it feels like 3-4 already, with the first snow in November). Still, everything is white and nice and Maya had to stop every minute to
pick snow with her mittens. We rehearsed this song - indispensable for urban life:
"Watch out where those huskies go
"And don't eat the yellow snow"
Thailand Weather - Clear skies, warm and beautifull all over
And how's the weather in your neck of the woods? (Desperately searching for contributions)
We Have Pictures!
From Moeciu, Romania, here are
Sandra and Adrian in the beautiful place they picked for their wedding!
From Moeciu, Romania, here are
Sandra and Adrian in the beautiful place they picked for their wedding!
Thursday, February 06, 2003
In Other International News:
In Romania, my sister Cati and her daughter Sandra are happily wedding ring shopping. Also, unlike me, Cati can now be reached on the phone when on the internet since she got a second line.
In Israel,my cousin Dorina is having the time of her life with her granddaughter Eden while waiting for Costel to return from the skiing vacation in Romania. We want more news from the rest of the mishpuha there.
In New York, Maya is working on her number "2" letter "N" and question mark (writing them) as we are working on trying to save her school from anihilation. When not trying to het our mayor to refrain from destroying public education, we try to get him to respect free speach by approving the demonstration permits for February 15 (Harry Belafonte and Pete Seeger will be there!). Also, trying to achieve world peace - modest little us.
In Canada - we are still waiting for our correspondents in the field to introduce us to everyone in the
Big Family picture we posted (again).
In Paris...well, no one is in Paris but it's a nice place and I just wanted to mention it. Back to our studios in 14 Street...
In Romania, my sister Cati and her daughter Sandra are happily wedding ring shopping. Also, unlike me, Cati can now be reached on the phone when on the internet since she got a second line.
In Israel,my cousin Dorina is having the time of her life with her granddaughter Eden while waiting for Costel to return from the skiing vacation in Romania. We want more news from the rest of the mishpuha there.
In New York, Maya is working on her number "2" letter "N" and question mark (writing them) as we are working on trying to save her school from anihilation. When not trying to het our mayor to refrain from destroying public education, we try to get him to respect free speach by approving the demonstration permits for February 15 (Harry Belafonte and Pete Seeger will be there!). Also, trying to achieve world peace - modest little us.
In Canada - we are still waiting for our correspondents in the field to introduce us to everyone in the
Big Family picture we posted (again).
In Paris...well, no one is in Paris but it's a nice place and I just wanted to mention it. Back to our studios in 14 Street...
Monday, February 03, 2003
We got pictures!
From Thailand (via Israel) Dorina sends us a
picture of Adina and Itai who seem to be having a great time in Thailand.
From Thailand (via Israel) Dorina sends us a
picture of Adina and Itai who seem to be having a great time in Thailand.
Sunday, February 02, 2003
The rest of the good news:Bogdan and Cristina are also getting married this May!
Congratulations to Bogdan and Cristina and to Cati for getting to be double mother-in-law this year!
Congratulations to Bogdan and Cristina and to Cati for getting to be double mother-in-law this year!
Groundhog Day official prediction :
There'll be six weeks of more winter. Booo!
Phil Says Six More Weeks of Winter!
Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
On Gobbler's Knob, Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania at 7:27 a.m. this Groundhog Day, February
2nd, 2003, Punxsutawney Phil, King of Groundhogs, Seer of Seers, imitated but never
equaled, responded to the summons of Groundhog President Bill Cooper. Bill Deeley, his
friend and Handler greeted him affectionately and placed him atop his domicile, the old oak
stump. From this lofty seat he addressed the large enthusiastic throng of faithful followers,
wishing them a "Happy Groundhog Day." Phil may be as cute as a Beanie Baby but when he
predicts in his Groundhogese there is no maybe. He directed president Bill to the appropriate
scroll which reads:
Governor Rendell joins this joyful throng
of several thousand strong
and he like everyone will thrill
at seeing the magic on this hill
as I make my prognostication
and give my justification:
I see my shadow beside me
and that is that magic you see.
It causes this midwinter revelry,
six more weeks of winter there will be.
There'll be six weeks of more winter. Booo!
Phil Says Six More Weeks of Winter!
Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
On Gobbler's Knob, Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania at 7:27 a.m. this Groundhog Day, February
2nd, 2003, Punxsutawney Phil, King of Groundhogs, Seer of Seers, imitated but never
equaled, responded to the summons of Groundhog President Bill Cooper. Bill Deeley, his
friend and Handler greeted him affectionately and placed him atop his domicile, the old oak
stump. From this lofty seat he addressed the large enthusiastic throng of faithful followers,
wishing them a "Happy Groundhog Day." Phil may be as cute as a Beanie Baby but when he
predicts in his Groundhogese there is no maybe. He directed president Bill to the appropriate
scroll which reads:
Governor Rendell joins this joyful throng
of several thousand strong
and he like everyone will thrill
at seeing the magic on this hill
as I make my prognostication
and give my justification:
I see my shadow beside me
and that is that magic you see.
It causes this midwinter revelry,
six more weeks of winter there will be.
From Canada, I received this picture of a big family I can tell you that Sophie, Fima and Ala are to the left. Please introduce us to the rest.
Groundhog Day
For those of you not living in the US - this is a weather-related celebration.
The groundhog is supposed to come out of his hole and check for his shadow. If he sees it, 6 more weeks of winter will follow. If he doesn't, the winter is over.
The legend of Groundhog Day is based on an old Scottish couplet: "If
Candlemas Day is bright and clear, there'll be two winters in the year."
During Candlemas, clergy would bless and distribute candles to their parishioners' homes. The
candles would be lighted and placed in the window. If the sun came out that day, it meant six
more weeks of wintry weather. If the day was cloudy or rainy it marked moderate weather
until the first day of Spring.
The Germans that settled around Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania in the 1700's brought the
Candelmas tradition with them. At that time the Delaware Indians were also living in that
area. The groundhog represented the Wojak, or "grandfather," to the Delawares. Their legend
said that Wojak was once an animal before it became the first man of the earth. The settlers
took the legend of Wojak and combined it with the Candelmas tradition, and Groundhog Day
began.
. The forecast tomorrow is sunny AND clouds, so it would depend on when and where the groundhog is invited out. I'll let you know.
Yesterday, the Chinese New Year started - the year of the Goat.
Update
The weather guy on ABC News just said that it's likely that Chuck from Staten Island will see his shadow today, it being very sunny.
There are several famous groundhogs. The original one Punxsutowney Phil - for some reason the tradition originated in that little town in Pensilvania.
He's even featured in the movie Groundhog Day - try to see it. (Because it's great!)
I have yet to find out the Brooklyn groundhog's name.
However, we, New Yorkers think better of Staten Island
Chuck
For those of you not living in the US - this is a weather-related celebration.
The groundhog is supposed to come out of his hole and check for his shadow. If he sees it, 6 more weeks of winter will follow. If he doesn't, the winter is over.
The legend of Groundhog Day is based on an old Scottish couplet: "If
Candlemas Day is bright and clear, there'll be two winters in the year."
During Candlemas, clergy would bless and distribute candles to their parishioners' homes. The
candles would be lighted and placed in the window. If the sun came out that day, it meant six
more weeks of wintry weather. If the day was cloudy or rainy it marked moderate weather
until the first day of Spring.
The Germans that settled around Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania in the 1700's brought the
Candelmas tradition with them. At that time the Delaware Indians were also living in that
area. The groundhog represented the Wojak, or "grandfather," to the Delawares. Their legend
said that Wojak was once an animal before it became the first man of the earth. The settlers
took the legend of Wojak and combined it with the Candelmas tradition, and Groundhog Day
began.
. The forecast tomorrow is sunny AND clouds, so it would depend on when and where the groundhog is invited out. I'll let you know.
Yesterday, the Chinese New Year started - the year of the Goat.
Update
The weather guy on ABC News just said that it's likely that Chuck from Staten Island will see his shadow today, it being very sunny.
There are several famous groundhogs. The original one Punxsutowney Phil - for some reason the tradition originated in that little town in Pensilvania.
He's even featured in the movie Groundhog Day - try to see it. (Because it's great!)
I have yet to find out the Brooklyn groundhog's name.
However, we, New Yorkers think better of Staten Island
Chuck
Saturday, February 01, 2003
Congratulations Sandra and Adrian! May you be happy always! We are waiting for updates!
P.S. we are still waiting to hear from the protagonists of the other good news!
P.S. we are still waiting to hear from the protagonists of the other good news!
Thursday, January 30, 2003
And more personal bragging rights - OK, as part of a group I belong to - we did
good
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Our efforts against one of the most vicious hatemonger on the airwaves are paying off!
good
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Our efforts against one of the most vicious hatemonger on the airwaves are paying off!
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
"I Will Marry You and Daddy and Skip all the Wedding Thing"
Said Maya to me this evening. Her teacher told them today about getting married and the girls talked about weddings. She eventually asked me: "How come that Bubbie and Pipa live together even though they are grown up?" I explained to her that as they grew up, they left their parents, got married and started a family of their own.
"You will probably do this yourself some day." She did not like that idea at all and told me that she wants to stay with me always. I reassured her that I for one will always enjoy her around so, unless she changes her mind, we stick together. This was going on by 3PM, as we were coming home from school. Tonight, as she was going to sleep, she decided the marriage/no wedding thingy. I wonder what the 4 year olds talked about weddings that turned her off...
Said Maya to me this evening. Her teacher told them today about getting married and the girls talked about weddings. She eventually asked me: "How come that Bubbie and Pipa live together even though they are grown up?" I explained to her that as they grew up, they left their parents, got married and started a family of their own.
"You will probably do this yourself some day." She did not like that idea at all and told me that she wants to stay with me always. I reassured her that I for one will always enjoy her around so, unless she changes her mind, we stick together. This was going on by 3PM, as we were coming home from school. Tonight, as she was going to sleep, she decided the marriage/no wedding thingy. I wonder what the 4 year olds talked about weddings that turned her off...
Monday, January 27, 2003
Bragging Time: I Gave an Interview!
Today, a reporter from the Tennessean called regarding the draft Gore movement. He is working on an in depth piece about us and wanted people from different parts of the country - NYC being one of them - so I was chosen. I'll let you know what makes the actual article, but it felt good to just be heard.
I had been waiting for this call for a few days now, and kinda given up on it. The call woke me up, I couldn't find my glasses, let alone the notes I jotted a few days ago. Still, it's a subject I can talk anyone to death in my sleep - so I think I made my points.
Today, a reporter from the Tennessean called regarding the draft Gore movement. He is working on an in depth piece about us and wanted people from different parts of the country - NYC being one of them - so I was chosen. I'll let you know what makes the actual article, but it felt good to just be heard.
I had been waiting for this call for a few days now, and kinda given up on it. The call woke me up, I couldn't find my glasses, let alone the notes I jotted a few days ago. Still, it's a subject I can talk anyone to death in my sleep - so I think I made my points.
Saturday, January 25, 2003
Picture of the Day:
Bulgarii ,Rehovot, December 1999 - Dorina, Costel, Uzi, Ilinca and a very pretty doll - uh, no, it's actually little Eden - 20 months old at the time
Bulgarii ,Rehovot, December 1999 - Dorina, Costel, Uzi, Ilinca and a very pretty doll - uh, no, it's actually little Eden - 20 months old at the time
Friday, January 24, 2003
Well, we finally got a tiny drop of relief today with a little higher temperature than it's been. We had gotten excited about the family moving to Canada as we were thinking of possibly eventually having to escape to a free society (as fascism seems to be taking over here). But we subsequently decided "Hell, Canada is just too damned cold!" If we can't take it here...Anyway, so far our personal lives are still going well. We certainly would like to visit relatives around the globe.
Victor
Victor
Picture of the Day
From the story of
Halloweens past: 1985, Montclair, NJ
Mama, Brian and Ava, joined by Jeffrey and Diana and their mother Ana are starting to canvass the neighborhood for candy. Beautiful October day - as Halloween should always be. We ate sweets for weeks afterwards.
From the story of
Halloweens past: 1985, Montclair, NJ
Mama, Brian and Ava, joined by Jeffrey and Diana and their mother Ana are starting to canvass the neighborhood for candy. Beautiful October day - as Halloween should always be. We ate sweets for weeks afterwards.
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
We are Making a Difference!
It would seem this story belongs in my political blog (and it's there too). Still, considering that it's about the efforts of our little rag tag band - and the Monica referred there is my friend, I decided to brag about here too. Woo-hoo!
It would seem this story belongs in my political blog (and it's there too). Still, considering that it's about the efforts of our little rag tag band - and the Monica referred there is my friend, I decided to brag about here too. Woo-hoo!
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
Happy Birthday Pipa!
Today is Saul's birthday (also known as "Grandpa" and "Pipa" by Maya).
We did most of the celebrating yesterday since we were all free for Martin Luther King Day. All, except the birthday boy who worked that day.
Maya absolutely insisted that he must have a chocolate cake so I went to Zabar and got one. Maya also wanted to finish the chess game she had going with Pipa (she's still learning the movements, but takes it seriously).
So, we did not go out to eat tonight as originally planned. Instead, we went there, let the chess fanatics advance their game. We ordered chinese food and had the chocolate cake decorated with candles by Maya. She also helped Pipa blow them. Pictures of this are not yet ready, but here's one of Pipa from the Winter Solstice celebration:
picture
Today is Saul's birthday (also known as "Grandpa" and "Pipa" by Maya).
We did most of the celebrating yesterday since we were all free for Martin Luther King Day. All, except the birthday boy who worked that day.
Maya absolutely insisted that he must have a chocolate cake so I went to Zabar and got one. Maya also wanted to finish the chess game she had going with Pipa (she's still learning the movements, but takes it seriously).
So, we did not go out to eat tonight as originally planned. Instead, we went there, let the chess fanatics advance their game. We ordered chinese food and had the chocolate cake decorated with candles by Maya. She also helped Pipa blow them. Pictures of this are not yet ready, but here's one of Pipa from the Winter Solstice celebration:
picture
Monday, January 20, 2003
And now, for a bit of history:
Way back, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, we used to be kids. One Sunday after returning from picking snow-drops in Baneasa (a forrest near Bucharest) Tania and I were photographed in the yard (same yard as in the newer photo). Here it is, in black and white Putza in tsarina
Way back, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, we used to be kids. One Sunday after returning from picking snow-drops in Baneasa (a forrest near Bucharest) Tania and I were photographed in the yard (same yard as in the newer photo). Here it is, in black and white Putza in tsarina
A Picture from Romania!
Cati sent me a picture taken this summer, with Ghizela (mama, Bica, Ghita), herself and Danut in the yard of the Zambaccian nr 1 home in Bucharest, Romania. Since blogspot doesn't accept photos, I uploaded it in my care2 album and can be seen
here
Cati sent me a picture taken this summer, with Ghizela (mama, Bica, Ghita), herself and Danut in the yard of the Zambaccian nr 1 home in Bucharest, Romania. Since blogspot doesn't accept photos, I uploaded it in my care2 album and can be seen
here
Happy 22nd Homecoming Anniversary to me!
On January 20, 1981, Eugene and I landed in New York City along with 98 Vietnamese immigrants coming from Paris on a TWA flight.
Because it was a TWA flight, our plane was in contact with the TWA plane that had the recently liberated Iran hostages on board - so we were some of the first ones to find out about the good news. Everyone on the plane cheered, we more than all of them because we identified with their situation.
The same day, it was Innauguration Day for Ronald Reagan. At the time, we did not know the connection between the two events (i.e: it was Bush Sr who intervened with the Iranians to hold over the hostages until after the elections so Carter can be defeated. The date coincidence was definitely deliberate.)
We were welcomed on the airport by Alfred and Marcelle - as soon as they recognized us, that is. We had sent them photographs but somehow we did not look like immigrants to them - too well dressed, and no wooden suitcases.
At Alfred's home, later that night, we ate giant steaks, sang "America, America" and called Mimi and Papu in Romania with the prearranged message:"I have twins. Boy and girl.They are healthy and everything is OK"
The 20th anniversary I spent protesting the Coronation in Washington D.C.
A few sad notes: Alfred, Mimi, Papu, Eugene had since passed away.
The bright future started looking a bit like the past we left behind.
Ironically, TWA doesn't exist anymore either.
Still, Happy Homecoming to me.
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Also, belated Happy Birthday to Fima (Jan 1st) and Sophie (Jan 5th)
Also, I accept suggestions for a better name for our blog - I can change that.
On January 20, 1981, Eugene and I landed in New York City along with 98 Vietnamese immigrants coming from Paris on a TWA flight.
Because it was a TWA flight, our plane was in contact with the TWA plane that had the recently liberated Iran hostages on board - so we were some of the first ones to find out about the good news. Everyone on the plane cheered, we more than all of them because we identified with their situation.
The same day, it was Innauguration Day for Ronald Reagan. At the time, we did not know the connection between the two events (i.e: it was Bush Sr who intervened with the Iranians to hold over the hostages until after the elections so Carter can be defeated. The date coincidence was definitely deliberate.)
We were welcomed on the airport by Alfred and Marcelle - as soon as they recognized us, that is. We had sent them photographs but somehow we did not look like immigrants to them - too well dressed, and no wooden suitcases.
At Alfred's home, later that night, we ate giant steaks, sang "America, America" and called Mimi and Papu in Romania with the prearranged message:"I have twins. Boy and girl.They are healthy and everything is OK"
The 20th anniversary I spent protesting the Coronation in Washington D.C.
A few sad notes: Alfred, Mimi, Papu, Eugene had since passed away.
The bright future started looking a bit like the past we left behind.
Ironically, TWA doesn't exist anymore either.
Still, Happy Homecoming to me.
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Also, belated Happy Birthday to Fima (Jan 1st) and Sophie (Jan 5th)
Also, I accept suggestions for a better name for our blog - I can change that.
Sunday, January 19, 2003
Sophie and Fima are settled in Canada!
Today I received a phone call from them - happy to be close to their grandaughter. Ala is already in Toronto - 100 km away. We are now on 3 different continents (and I am not even mentioning Thailand here) and a communication board might be a good thing for us all. So, please feed me all the info you want posted - or teach me how to make this accessible to all for posting.
Here is a
picture of Sophie and Fima taken in 1998 when they stopped - too briefly - in our home in NYC. Maya was about 6 months old:
Today I received a phone call from them - happy to be close to their grandaughter. Ala is already in Toronto - 100 km away. We are now on 3 different continents (and I am not even mentioning Thailand here) and a communication board might be a good thing for us all. So, please feed me all the info you want posted - or teach me how to make this accessible to all for posting.
Here is a
picture of Sophie and Fima taken in 1998 when they stopped - too briefly - in our home in NYC. Maya was about 6 months old:
