Quick Update…

Just about one month and counting…things are going full speed already, it seems. This past week really flew by.

It’s been getting a bit cooler here recently – in fact, it rained the other day, quite surprisingly!! I can’t wait til winter – sweatshirt time!!

Classes have continued well – really enjoying them for the most part. Unfortunately, I’m not much of a partner-learner so the two classes we have to learn with partners really annoy me – at least the material we’re learning is good. I think I want to start recording classes like some of the other people do.

Have not been out to much recently, besides for going to the mall and eating some very yummy pizza not available at home (hint hint).

I have to go now, but hope you all have a great sweet year! We’ll talk more soon…

Getting Settled…

Wow I can’t believe it’s been 3 weeks already!! And a busy three weeks they were…trying out classes, going on short day trips (especially to graves of some very important people), attempting to cook myself dinner, “homework” (mostly class prep, not so bad), etc. I had some fun adventures running around the cities trying to catch the right busses (buses?) and getting directions the Fizraili way (Yashar Yasher V’Az Smol – Lo, Yemin). Trying to spend my money wisely – or is that save money – but it’s harder than it seems, especially with big beginning of year costs like schoolbooks and groceries, etc. I’m not relying on chocolate as much as I used to (would you believe it?) only because I’m usually meat for most of the day – lunch is almost always meat (and it is the only meal the school provides us with daily).

I’ve been having some trouble with the food itself as well, not so much healthwise as hashgacha-wise – between “the year where you have to be supercareful about fruits and veggies” and “it’s not as simple as OU or Kof K anymore”, it’s a bit challenging. But not bad.

The classes themselves are incredible – great teachers, interesting subject matter, etc. They push you to make a connection with the staff and teachers, so I have done a bit in that regard! Aren’t y’all proud??

It’s amazing how different a culture it is here, how there’s a different view and attitude towards EVERYTHING. But it’s nice, really nice, and breathtakingly gorgeous. (Note: if you are a worried grandmother or something, you may not to read the next line:) Sometimes I like to sit on the roof of my building – you have to climb thru the bathroom skylight (which is really low - perks of an attic room) and just look out at the houses and land. It’s amazing.

Okay, I’m gonna sign off here, but hopefully I’ll be able to write again soon! Missing you all!

-The Journeyer

And heeeeeeeere she is!!

Welcome to all those who are new to my blog (ie anyone who knows me). Over the next few months I shall attempt to keep yall updated about Dini’s Adventures in Wonderland, aka Life in Fizrail (Some of you should know exactly what I’m talking about…) A few things to bear in mind:

1) I shall be using code names for you people and anyone i meet or talk about, as this is a public blog - see if you can figure out who’s who. For example, I’d like to thank my auntie Molly for this awesome idea of blogging!

2) This blog was previously used as a requirement in a writing class so while you’re free to check out earlier posts, don’t expect too find anything to do with me.

3) I’ll try to keep my audience in mind while I’m writing but I”ve already forgotten who I’ve sent this link to so bear with me if I seem – different (and less grammatically correct) – online. And let me know if you’d like to share the link - I’d like to have some idea of who i’m writing to. Thanks.

4) Newest posts are at the top of this oh-so-stylish page. I would say “of course” but – well, not all of us are so technologically inclined, you know? If you think you missed a post, just scroll down.

5) Please leave comments! Nice ones about how great this blog is! Answer questions I pose! Ask your own questions! And don’t forget, everyone can see your comments once they’re posted. I get to moderate the comments and decide if I should let everyone see the comments, so if you’re personal (or negative) (just kidding), tell me so in the comment (or just email me). Also, as i don’t need the world knowing all about me and who and where i am, please try to be general (or specific with code names).

6) This does NOT free you from your duty to call me, write me, and send me packages hourly! Well, daily. Okay, at least weekly or monthly. (and i thought you were my friends…)

7) If you do not know me personally, this blog will probably make no sense. Sorry.

Well that’s about it! I’ll write more specific adventures another time – i’ll try to write when i can, so you can check back weekly or so and enjoy!!

Bloggeringly yours,

The Journeyer

Come back in a week or so…

I’m gonna keep you posted of current events for me but come back in a wk or so for a real post!

Tools of our tools…

“But lo! men have become the tools of their tools.”

So says Thoreau, and as it happens I’m inclined to agree. Although, perhaps, the tools he was referring to are a bit different than the tools I’m referring to. Technology has advanced a bit, you understand.

What are tools? As I see it, they are means by which to accomplish something, whether it be a hammer to bang in a nail or a vacuum cleaner to clean the carpet. Simple, right? Tools are meant to be used, and use them we do. A lot. I mean, where would we be without pencils and saws and watering cans and ice cream cones?

And yet, by relying heavily on anything, one tends to find themselves almost enslaved to it – “tools” of the object, one might say. Take TV, for instance. TV is a tool through which many find themselves entertained. So entertained, in fact, that they can become like zombies, entranced by the colors and sounds and action. Just ask any parent of a pre-teen. Kids of all ages (and that includes adults, by the way) find they MUST watch some shows and they CAN’T miss an episode and they HAVE to see the whole thing through, every second of it, even commercials. How much more enslaved can you get?

And what about all the stories you read about monsters who overcame their creators? The monsters were created as tools of destruction, perhaps, and yet in the end it was the masters who were forced to serve (or destroyed by) the monsters. You get the idea.

The tools Thoreau was referring to are most likely along the same lines (not about the monsters, about the enslavement to TV); he may have been referring to something as abstract as feelings. Macbeth became a tool of his tool – greed. At first his greed had him simply wishing for more (like the kingship), but his greed eventually took over him and he went around killing people to achieve prophecies and get what he wanted. Using cleverness to steal money in a particularly conniving way is using a tool, but perhaps you may become too clever, in some way, and that “cleverness” will only bring about your downfall or make you trip up.

 It’s never meant to happen – I mean, no one goes around saying “I want to become a tool of my beauty”, or “I want to serve my TV”. But it seems almost inevitable. Relying too heavily on anything cannot have a good outcome. If you rely too hard on your laptop, and it crashes and loses all your life’s work, what then? If you rely too hard on an accomplice, what might happen if they decide to turn you in to the police to get a $1,000 reward?

As Thoreau says, “But lo!” Surprise, surprise, people do find themselves enslaved to the TV or turned in to the police. It’s not because of anything they did, besides for relying on their tools too heavily. Whatever the tools may be, the results are basically the same. Men have become tools of their tools.

 

 

Reading fun

Okay, here’s the post I promised. Topic: Books. Well, specifically good books. For example, recently I have found myself lost in Jasper Fforde’s books – both the Thursday Next series and the Jack Spratt NCD series. Sightly reminiscent of my favorite The Phantom Tollbooth, these books are funny and crazy and confusing and thought-provoking, everything I like in a book. They’re long, too, and you don’t finish them too quickly – one of the best parts! HIGHLY recommended.

Other good books…funny, once I’m immersed in a series I can’t immediately think of other good ones I’ve just read. I’ll get back to you…

See, the problem with really good books is that once you start, you can’t stop and if you have to stop you find any excuse to go back to the book. You’re always thinking about the book, you wish it never ends, and when it finally ends (sob), you search for a sequel or another book by the same author. The most ideal solution is if the author is still alive; if he/she wrote no other books, you can bombard him/her with letters begging him/her to write another, and it actually might happen. If the author’s dead, then you’re in trouble, unless you happen to know a good psychic…

need…post…

I feel the need for a new post. Unfortunately, I have no time now. I’ll do it soon.

Picking a Green President

I personally am not so “yay save the environment”-y but I think it’s a good idea anyway…as do all the Presidential candidates. Of course. If their voters like it, they like it. I bet if everyone was all for saving spiders or worried about using up all the space on the internet, the candidates would be into that too…just a thought…

Anyway, it seems that in comparison to others – well, John McCain specifically – Hillary Clinton has all her “green ideas” figured out, right down to which lightbulbs will be used (in case you were wondering, not incandescent ones). Clinton would increase fuel efficiency standards, and reduce America’s reliance on foreign oil. As far as foreign oil goes, McCain also wants America to be more independent, fuel-wise. I can see their point.

According to McCain’s website (exploringmccain.com), “John McCain believes that America’s economic and environmental interests are not mutually exclusive, but rather inextricably linked”. In other words, it all boils back down to money. The environment needs money, and the economy needs the environment. Clinton also stresses a green economy –  being green and saving energy will provide more jobs, according to her. Perhaps both candidates are subtly expressing that it’s not really about saving our rainforests…

While I’m on the topic of Presidential candidates, I’d like to point out that part of the reason I have no interest in politics is that how will knowing about politics make my life any better? Why should I listen to all these people say what they want, change their mind a few times, have their secret lives exposed, any more than I should pay attention to the lives of pop stars? Movie stars say things all the time, influencing possibly more people than presidential candidates, and I don’t care about them. Saying that the future President will spell my future doesn’t really sway me. Whoever is voted President will do what they want, probably not even half of what they promised, so what they say now doesn’t matter anyway. As for who we think can handle our country? Well, we’ve had some stupid people as President before, and there’s only so much damage they can do. If Congress finds the need, impeach the Prez and change everything back. They all “want to do what’s good for us” – if they say raising the taxes is good, fine. If they say saving the environment is good, fine. They’ll do it anyway, with or without my permission. I can live the rest of my life happily without ever reading an article about what the President changed today or promises for tomorrow. And worst comes to worst, I’ll move to Israel or someplace safe like that. Maybe daily rocket attacks are easier to face than a corrupt or useless government.

Habits and Traditions

“We first make our habits, and then our habits make us” – John Dryden 1631-1700

What makes traditions so important to us? Why is “tradition” an easily accepted answer for many of the strange or odd habits we have?

Well, for one thing, children generally like to emulate their parents. So if their parents always did something specific or superstitional, chances are the children will do the same. Traditions are generally habits handed down from generation to generation, unless someone decides to start their own tradition themself. In a way, these traditions are comforting, if not always rational. One would probably feel comfortable doing what was always done, instead of breaking out of tradition. People don’t usually hold on to traditions because they understand what they are doing and think it is the right thing to do – often, they have no idea why they are doing the action. They do it because it is “tradition” and it is done, rarely for a specific or productive reason. Dryden was right – first the habits are made, and once we’ve been doing them for a while, these very habits affect us. Sometimes we even begin to shape our lives around them.

Traditions can be very good for a person. Perhaps a person’s routine allows them to get the most out of their day. If one is religious, especially if they understand the reasons for practicing their religion, then it is important for them to continue carrying on their traditions. Traditions can complete a person, make a person who they are (as Dryden said). This is not always a bad thing, if you think about it.

Habit and routine are great veils over our existence. As long as they are securely in place, we need not consider what life means; its meaning seems sufficiently incarnate in the triumph of the daily habit. When the social fabric is rent, however, man is suddenly thrust outside, away from the habits and norms he once accepted automatically. There, on the outside, his questioning begins.

- William Barrett Irrational Man

Barret makes it seem like people only feel secure within their habits and normalcy. According to Barrett, people do not question their traditions until the “fabric is rent”, until something makes them stop and think about what they are doing. Some do wait for a catalyst to make them think twice about their traditions. But there are those who question traditions every day – those who question their religion, schedule, or routines – with no “rent fabric”. Through this questioning comes change, sometimes for the better, sometimes not. Maybe more should step back and look critically at their own traditions, without a push, and perhaps improve their own lives.

Poetry – The Embarrassing Episode of Little Miss Muffet

I’m going to be posting some poems I like to read. This first one is a funny one by Guy Wetmore Carryl, who writes parodies of fairy tales and nursery rhymes. This is a favorite of mine. Enjoy! 

THE EMBARRASSING EPISODE OF LITTLE MISS MUFFET

by: Guy Wetmore Carryl (1873-1904)

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      ITTLE Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet,
      (Which never occurred to the rest of us)
      And, as ’twas a June day, and just about noonday,
      She wanted to eat–like the rest of us:
      Her diet was whey, and I hasten to say
      It is wholesome and people grow fat on it.
      The spot being lonely, the lady not only
      Discovered the tuffet, but sat on it.
      A rivulet gabbled beside her and babbled,
      As rivulets always are thought to do,
      And dragon flies sported around and cavorted,
      As poets say dragon flies ought to do;
      When, glancing aside for a moment, she spied
      A horrible sight that brought fear to her,
      A hideous spider was sitting beside her,
      And most unavoidably near to her!
      Albeit unsightly, this creature politely Said:
      “Madam, I earnestly vow to you,
      I’m penitent that I did not bring my hat.
      I Should otherwise certainly bow to you.”
      Thought anxious to please, he was so ill at ease
      That he lost all his sense of propriety,
      And grew so inept that he clumsily stept
      In her plate–which is barred in Society.
      This curious error completed her terror;
      She shuddered, and growing much paler, not
      Only left tuffet, but dealt him a buffet
      Which doubled him up in a sailor knot.
      It should be explained that at this he was pained:
      He cried: “I have vexed you, no doubt of it!
      Your fists’s like a truncheon.” “You’re still in my luncheon,”
      Was all that she answered. “Get out of it!”
      And the Moral is this: Be it madam or miss
      To whom you have something to say,
      You are only absurd when you get in the curd
      But you’re rude when you get in the whey.

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