Not very much in a festive mood on the first night, I started griping about the things that annoy me on Chanukah. But since my blood type is B positive, I always try to put a good spin (pun, sad to say, intended) on things. Here's some unsolicited, but well researched advice on how to make the most of five nutty things about the Eight Crazy Nights.
If I judge our audience correctly, they would likely gag on yet another “Is Thanksgiving Jewish?” rumination quicker than they would on a fourth helping of dark meat and cranberry sauce. So I’ll steer clear on this day of recommended, if not, mandatory gratitude and humbly offer, instead, this accounting of things for which I’m personally thankful.
Will Hodaya and Avner reconcile their religious differences and find happiness together? Will Yifat find contentment on the settlement of Maale Elisheva? Can Re'ut resist the advances of Yochai, her scholarly but libidinous suitor? Will Natti get over himself and be able to have a serious relationship? Will Amir find his missing yarmulke?
As a result of last week's post, I met another person this weekend who matched a recipient and completed the donation process, who also said the discomfort of the (now rare) surgical procedure was well worth the chance to save someone's life.
In just over two decades, the National Marrow Donor Program has facilitated more than 38,000 bone marrow and cord blood transplants for sick patients who need to look outside their families for matches, including 4,800 last year.
Over 8 million people are registered in the Be The Match registry as potential donors, and life-saving transplants are used to treat more than 70 diseases, although 72 percent of transplants facilitated by the program are for patients with leukemia or lymphoma.
I've been ordered to give up red meat. If I reach for a second doughnut from the Entenmann's box, I'll get the Look of Death. No more than a taste of alcohol at kiddush, and the treadmill in the basement has my name on it.
Twenty years ago today, Meir Kahane was wrapping up a speech about his proposed Zionist Emergency Rescue Organization at the Marriott East Side Hotel in Manhattan when El Sayid Nosair shot him in the neck, dispatching him to a slow, painful and traumatic death.
My ultra-Orthodox ancestors, who clung to their faith in Ukraine despite all the adversity that entailed, are probably turning over in their graves. One of their descendants went to school today in a costume. On Erev Halloween.
It's rare for people who finance their own campaigns to win elections, and one reason is that they often don't spend their cash wisely. If you had millions to splurge on an uphill run for governor, as Carl Paladino does, you might want to get some reliable demographic data about the state and hire a few advisors who specialize in familiarity and access to key constituent groups.
For PR reps who spend their time on "call and place" duty for high-priced firms, probably the only thing worse than the inevitably low success ratio is the realization that the people who seem to get the most publicity in the world are people who get it for free.