I love Uke!

Some of you know my friend Yuval.

For those of you who don't - aside from being one of my closest friends, he is an emerging Ukulele player.

For those of you who don't know what a Ukulele is here's a photo of one:

and if you still didn't get a sense of this instrument, or think this is a photo of a toy guitar – pls. Check the Oxford Dictionary definition:

ukulele |ˌyoōkəˈlālē|

noun

a small four-stringed guitar of Hawaiian origin.

ORIGIN late 19th cent.: from Hawaiian, literally ‘jumping flea.’

Anyway – now that everyone's on the same page – I can start my story.

On Friday night Yuval took me to a ukelele showcase and open mic on Maui Tacos. Apparently – ukulele lovers have a few meetup groups that meet all around the city. Last Friday night was considered a “slow” night (supposedly due to the long holiday weekend), as only 25 people showed up. Yuval says that usually there are over a 100 ukulele players and fans. In the spirit of New York City - this gathering presented participants from different nationalities: American, Native Hawaiian, Australian, Thai, Italian, Spanish and of course - 2 Israelis :-)   

During the evening we got to listen to 8 different performers (we were the 9^th attraction, keep reading - coming soon...), each utilizing and adjusting the ukulele to his own musical preference: from country to rock'nroll, from folk to classical music, from blues to jazz – all works!

5 minutes before the event started – Yuval (who has been going to these events for a while now) asked if I would mind to join him in a duet in Hebrew. As an ideal partner in crime – it didn't take much to convince me (I almost hoped he will ask me to :-)). we chose to sing the Famous “Shoov” Duet performed – by Arik Sinai and Hava Alberstein (there's also a version with Josy Katz). That was a knockout!

If you want to join us for the next Ukulele experience – please let us know – and we will keep you posted. And try not to be so cynical like I was. It's an amazing experience!
And one last treat for my followers - check this out:

Thoughts induced by staring at snow flakes

* This post is a homage to the icechewer who inspires me and encourages me to be a better me :-)

Thought #1:

Blizzard

–noun

1. Meteorology .

a. storm with dry, driving snow, strong winds, and intense cold.

b. heavy and prolonged snowstorm covering a wide area.

2. an inordinately large amount all at one time; avalanche: a blizzard of Christmas cards.

What a word. in the past few days this word had been used in every small talk and big talk in the east coast. just the sound of it made me shiver...

Thought #2:

Preperation for the snow has started in the city long before the weather forcasts announced of its coming. shovels, snow blowers and other snow-fighting equipment were sold everywhere.

funniest thing happend. Snow actually came a day after Christmas, right after the day where all stores are closed...

Thought #3: 

The worst chore of all - shoveling snow.

Thought #4:

The second worst chore of all - taking the dog for a walk in this weather.

Thought #5:

A friend from Israel asked me where do all the street cats hide in the snow? The answer is - in NYC there are no street cats. So - she asked - does it means that there are mice then? Yes - there are a handful, and if you listen carefully, especially on stormy nights - you can hear them tiptoing across the room.

Thought #6:

(continues thought # 4) - dogs' urine on the snow is bright yellow. Gross!

Thought #7: 
I went to shop for groceries in 2 supermarkets - empty shelves on both! luckily they had differemnt products missing so I was able to get almost everything I needed :-)

Thought #8:
Romance in the snow: a dad and his son throwing snow balls at each other in the middle of the night, a couple walking hand in hand wearing gloves, a couple cleaning snow off a car, a woman walks a dog wearing a snow coat and tiny little shoes on its 4 legs, people helping each other to cros the slippery roads, people posing to a camera, people cuddling in front of the fire place and watching TV (with or without their significant other), people staring out the window at the snow flakes.

Thought #9:
Totally unromantic in the snow: slipping and falling flat on one's face.

Thought #10:
Where are all the taxis?

Thought #11:
I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.
The Catcher in the Rye
Holden Caulfield in Chapter 1

מזל מקריית מלאכי Mazal

Dear English readers - sorry, but the following post could have been written in Hebrew only, and any attempt to translate the thoughts and feelings described in it - will just get lost in translation. See you in the next post :-)

בשבוע שעבר, בעודי יושבת בסלון הציפורניים השכונתי שלי, נכנסה לחנות אישה - לא צעירה, אך גם לא מבוגרת, לא כהה וגם לא בהירה, לא רזה ולא שמנה - ככה היא באמצע. אבל אני עם החושים הישראליים שלי שמזהים כל אחד ממרחק של קילומטר - ידעתי בדיוק מי היא ומה היא. גם ניחשתי מאיזה איזור גיאוגרפי היא בארץ.

באופן לא מפתיע, האישה השיבה לברכת השלום של בעלת העסק הסינית ביד קפוצה - כמסמנת "רגע", הוציאה טלפון נייד מהכיס, חייגה ואמרה: "כן, כן. אני פה. קחי אותה תגידי לה מה אני רוצה". 

מתוך נימוס פניתי אל הגברת והצעתי לסייע בתרגום. האישה אמרה: "מה, אתה מדברת עברית?" "כן" עניתי, "מה את ישראלית?" "כן" חייכתי בשעשוע.

מאותו רגע והלאה הלך החיוך ודעך. הייתי נתונה למתקפת שאלות חודרניות וביקורתיות:

"מה את עושה כאן?

אתה גרה כאן?

מאיפה את בארץ?

במה את עובדת?

בת כמה את?

עם מי את גרה?

לבד?

רווקה?

אין לך חבר?

אם היית בארץ כבר מזמן מישהו היה חוטף אותך!"

וכן הלאה וכן הלאה...

ברגע אחד שככו הגעגועים שלי לישראל. זה צד של ישראל שאף פעם לא אהבתי - וכנראה אני לעולם לא אוהב. תחושת הבעלות שיש לישראלים על חייהם של אנשים אחרים, בעיקר ישראלים אחרים. החיים של כולנו הם חלק מהקולקטיב העברי, ולכל אחד יש זכות לקבל דו"ח מפורט על המצב המשפחתי שלך, גילך ומקצועך ולבקר את אורחות חייך.

השאלות הבודדות שאני שאלתי היו: האם את זקוקה לעזרה? מה שמך? האם את חיה פה או מבקרת? את שאר התשובות לשאלות שלא שאלתי נידבה מזל מקריית מלאכי בשטף.

והמדהים ביותר - מזל מקריית מלאכי לא עצרה לרגע כדי לשאול אותי לשמי. בינינו, היא גם לא ממש האזינה לתשובותי. נראה היה כאילו שטף השאלות אינו מתוך סקרנות ועניין אמיתי, אלא מתוך הרגל. מגונה.

COLD!

People keep asking me how is the weather in NYC. Well -in one word - COLD!

Do you want to know how much cold? well...

This morning I had to go to the grocery store to buy milk for my coffee.

I picked my regular half gallon (1%), and while walking to the cashier line (why do they only have one cashier in the morning?), I felt my fingers starting to itch with cold.

I paid and chose to carry the bottle with my bare hands (trying to be part of the solution and not the pollution), and stepped outside to the chill. All of a suddon I realized that the bottle of milk is actually warm comparing to the cold air. 

Now you get it?

Happy eschatologycal Hannukah - New York Version

My favourite holiday is back in town! Hanukah!

Holiday of lights, holiday of triumph, holiday of miracles... and all that jazz.

When I got to work today I felt very festive, and decided to spread it all around me. The best way in my opinion - was to get my company's showroom in Midtown West a Menorah.

I went out to the stormy weather, tried the pharmacy, the supermarket, a couple of gift and hardware stores - and NADA! As if there are no Jews in the city - the stores didn't even acknowldeged it's Hanukah, and in some of them they responded my inquiry for a Menorah by telling me: "We might get them next week". Thanks. very helpful.

Eventually I got to a hardware store a couple of blocks away from my work. When I enetered the store I heard the owner, the employees and the few customers in the store speak Arabic. A thought crossed through my mind: well, there's a place where I would most likely not find a Menorah. But then, all of a sudden, like a mirage - I spotted a big, white, ugly, electric Menorah! Exactly what I was looking for! My Hanukah miracle was there - coexistence for only $34.99! And a happy Hanukah blessing from all the employees in the store. 

Spread the joy! Peace on earth! Happy Hanukah and happy holidays!

Black Friday? Green Friday!

For me - a woman coming from Israel - when adding "black" as an adjective to a day in the week - it is usually in a negative connotation.

For example - the "Black Saturday" on June 29th 1946, is known as the day where the British - who ruled Palestine back in the 20's-40's of the 20th Century - put a curfew on the Jewish settlements, and arrested the leaders of the underground mvements, who acted illegally - striving for the establishment of the State of Israel.

Another known black day was the "Black Sunday" - on November 8th, 1942 - where the Nazis slaughtered the Jews of Staszów.

But not here in the USA. Here - the "black" adjective is added in a positive context. Black Friday - is the Friday after Thanksgiving - the day where millions of Americans begin their shopping for Christmass, and the day where the financial books are turing from "Red" (the color for "loss") to "Black" (the color for "revenue").

I would call it - Green Friday. Don' know how it shows in the official financial books. I got to spend a lot of greens today :-)

Living in the City - Never a dull moment # 3

Tuesday. 5:30 am.

A knock on the door wakes me up. Another one a little stronger, and then - a bang. 

- "Who is it?"

- "Police."

- "what the hell are you here for?"

- "Open the door!"

I get up from the bed, and through the peep hole I see 3 cops - one of them is a female, wearing NYPD jackets and their badges hanged from their necks. Now I understand I am not asleep anymore, and this is not a dream nor another episode of Law & Order. this is for real. I have 3 policemen knocking on my door. I'm so busted...

Wait a minute? busted? me? for what?

I decide to open the door (thanks to the policewoman - otherwise I would probably continue yelling over the closed door...). The policeman who stands close to the door tries to squeeze himself as much as he can to the threashold. Of course he is not allowed in without a court order (that I learnd from Law & Order). He asks: "Do you live here on your own?", "Yes", "How long have you been living here?" - "Almost a year", "Have you met the tenant who lived here before you? Do you get any mail for Ricmond? Do you recognize this guy? (he shows me a photo of an ugly guy which makes me cry in fear: "who is this?")" etc., etc. 

I don't know how long it took.

Only thing I know - I couldn't go back to sleep.

Waht a drama!