<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xml:lang="en"><title>Latest entries from leahj.blog-city.com</title><rights>Copyright 2009 leahj.blog-city.com</rights><subtitle></subtitle><author><name>Accidentally Jewish</name></author><updated>2009-11-19T22:29:00Z</updated><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/index.rss"/><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009:1</id><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-11-17:links.412191211</id><title>The Shidduch Crisis for Liberal Jews</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/the_shidduch_crisis_for_liberal_jews.htm"><![CDATA[<p>I was on instant messenger with a good friend this morning and we were lamenting the state of dating for liberal Jews in Chicago. I commented that the shidduch crisis in the Reform movement is that nobody is doing any matchmaking. We&#39;re left to our own devices - aka Jdate - and we struggle through alone. </p><p>Okay, some background.</p><p>Shidduch dating in the orthodox Jewish world is dating specifically to find your future spouse. When people make a shidduch, as I understand it, they are matchmaking. Making an introduction between two singles they think might hit it off. There&#39;s a bunch of talk about a shidduch crisis on orthodox blogs - not enough men or men wanting younger women, leaving the older singles to become old maids. Something like that.</p><p>Friends and comic Heshy Friedjust published a post of <a href="http://www.frumsatire.net/2009/11/16/awkward-shidduch-moments/">awkward shidduch moments</a>. There is the blog <a href="http://holyshidduch.com/">Holy Shidduch</a>  where people can leave anonymous stories of Shidduch dates gone horribly wrong. There&#39;s <a href="http://badforshidduchim.wordpress.com/">Bad for Shidduchim</a>  and Aliza from Jewminicana wrote a great post about how if she and her husband had relied on a matchmaker, <a href="http://www.alizahausman.net/2009/11/my-shidduch-resume.html">they wouldn&#39;t have been introduced</a>. There&#39;s also <a href="http://frumflipped.blogspot.com/">Frum N Flipped</a>  - a religious woman that has made aliyah and is still searching for her beshert. </p><p>Here&#39;s the thing...</p><p>When I read about the world of shidduch dating in the Orthodox world I&#39;m both releived that I&#39;m not a part of it and sad that I&#39;m not a part of it. I wish people took matchmaking more seriously in the liberal Jewish world. I wish my rabbi would call me up and say, &quot;Leah, I&#39;ve got someone you might be interested in, would you like me to introduce you.&quot; I wish that I was better about seeing potential romantic matches within my growing social circle and better at saying, &quot;Friend, I&#39;ve got someone you might want to date.&quot; I wish there was a way in Chicago to break out of the world of YLD (Young Leadership Division of the Federation) and JDate. A way to meet a man that someone that knows both of us thinks will be a good match for me.</p><p>Since I converted four years ago, I&#39;ve been set up on ONE date and I was set-up by a reader of my blog. She did a great job - on paper, we were a perfect match. In reality, we didn&#39;t have the chemistry.<a href="http://sellcrazysomeplaceelse.blogspot.com/"> But Jendeis took the time to say</a>, &quot;International travel, educated, geographically desirable&quot; and then make an introduction.</p><p>So here is my call to the Reform movement, to secular Jews, to Jews outside of Orthodoxy - MORE MATCHMAKING PLEASE. Let&#39;s replace Jdate with matchmaking... Introductions made by people that know both parties. That have an idea who we are as real people and not just how we present ourselves online. </p><p>Pretty please? </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=the%5Fshidduch%5Fcrisis%5Ffor%5Fliberal%5Fjews'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/the_shidduch_crisis_for_liberal_jews.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-11-17T10:54:00Z</updated><published>2009-11-17T10:54:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-11-09:links.412189848</id><title>Did I mention that I&apos;m in Israel?</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/did_i_mention_that_im_in_israel.htm"><![CDATA[<p>After I got home from Israel this summer, I had it in my head that I would return in November. Not for any particular reason, just that I would return. I started keeping my schedule clear and talking to friends about planning a trip. Finally a friend nudged me into &quot;buying the damn ticket.&quot; That night I found one on Turkish Airways for $700 and booked the ticket.</p><p>Here I am. In Tel Aviv for the month. I was able to sublet an apartment with a great location. I&#39;ve got a few workshops planned and a lot of free time. I hope to write a lot, see friends, cook a few good dinners and just have a nice month. Let me know if you want to hang out.&nbsp; </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=did%5Fi%5Fmention%5Fthat%5Fim%5Fin%5Fisrael'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/did_i_mention_that_im_in_israel.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-11-09T06:32:00Z</updated><published>2009-11-09T06:32:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-10-25:links.412188169</id><title>We Live In Public</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/we_live_in_public.htm"><![CDATA[<blockquote><p><strong>&quot;About two years ago, I looked around and realized that what I had documented back then was a physical metaphor of how people would react to the Internet, which Josh predicted would eventually take over our lives.&quot; </strong></p><a href="http://www.weliveinpublicthemovie.com/press-kit/">Ondi Timoner, Director, We Live In Public </a></blockquote><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Let me repeat that...</p><p><strong>&quot;a physical metaphor of how people would react to the Internet...&quot;</strong></p><p>Today I went with 7 others (5 Twitter friends, one client introduced via a Twitter connection and a friend of the client) to see the documentary We Live In Public at the Music Box Theater. We Live In Public covers the two final art/internet experiments of Josh Harris. An analyst that made $80 million in the dot com boom, spent it like crazy and eventually hit rock-bottom and disappeared to upstate New York where he bought an apple farm. </p><p>This isn&#39;t a review, but a collection of thoughts that have been swirling around in my head before and after seeing the movie. I left the movie feeling like I&#39;d been punched in the face. For all the insanity (drugs + interrogation + weapons), Josh did predict how we would behave once the Internet became pervasive.</p><p><strong>One - Jason Calacanis </strong></p><p>Jason Calacanis is featured in the movie. He&#39;s someone that&#39;s been on my radar for a few years (founder of Mahalo and Weblogs Inc), but not someone I follow regularly. After Sundance, he posted to his blog a very long missive he&#39;d originally sent out to his mailing list. Published in January 2009, I only came across the post this week. <a href="http://calacanis.com/2009/01/29/we-live-in-public-and-the-end-of-empathy/">We Live in Public (and the end of empathy)</a>  is long, but worth the read. Also worth your time are the comments. </p><p>It is not so much his reflections of Josh Harris or the time the film covers, but his wrestling with the end of empathy. He describes the dehumanization of people on the web as Internet Asperger&#39;s Syndrome. (Look for thoughtful comments from people with Asperger&#39;s and you&#39;ll understand that he shouldn&#39;t have said Asperger&#39;s, but don&#39;t invalidate the whole post over this).</p><blockquote><p>&quot;In this syndrome, the afflicted stops seeing the humanity in other people. They view individuals as objects, not individuals. The focus on repetitive behaviors&ndash;checking email, blogging, twittering and retiring andys&ndash;combines with an inability to feel empathy and connect with people.&quot;</p></blockquote><blockquote><p><strong>The afflicted stops seeing the humanity in other people.</strong></p><p>&quot;We&rsquo;re harvesting our lives and putting them online. We&rsquo;re addicted to gaining followers and friends (or email subscribers, as the case may be), and reading comments we get in return. As we look for validation and our daily 15 minutes of fame, we do so at the cost of our humanity.&quot; </p></blockquote><p>Not only does that describe online behavior of so many people, but it describes how humans are able to go to war. The dehumanization of other.&nbsp; </p><p> <strong>Two - Julia Allison<br /></strong></p><p>I don&#39;t remember when I first noticed <a href="http://rebloggingns.wordpress.com/">Reblogging NonSociety</a>. A month, two months ago tops. I&#39;m obsessed with it and also embarrassed that I read it daily. Reblogging Non-Society is &quot;dedicated to watching the train wreck that is <a href="http://www.nonsociety.com/">NonSociety</a> .&quot; </p><p>I hate that I read something dedicated to tearing another woman down. On the flip side, I don&#39;t get Julia Allison&#39;s fame. She&#39;s been on the cover of Wired and featured in a story on how to turn yourself into a web celebrity. In Reblogging NonSociety, there are also some gems. Advice hidden for Julia and anyone else reading.</p><blockquote><p>&quot;Maybe Julia Allison, victim, might learn from this, and cease from Twitter-spewing her life to <a href="http://rebloggingns.wordpress.com/2009/10/17/julia-allison-soldiers-bravely-on-in-the-face-of-heartbreak/">thousands of strangers.</a>&quot;&nbsp; </p><p>&quot;Stop Tweeting that shit [like &ldquo;when you know, you know&rdquo; and &ldquo;you&rsquo;re the exception to my rule&rdquo; as you told your friends you&rsquo;d &ldquo;found a boyfriend.&rdquo;]  in the initial stages of your acquaintance. <a href="http://rebloggingns.wordpress.com/2009/10/17/julia-shockingly-guy-she-met-on-facebook-and-called-her-boyfriend-after-one-date-actually-already-had-a-girlfriend/">It scares the shit out of them.</a>&quot;</p></blockquote><p>Like I said, I&#39;m not proud of myself for being a reader or spending any attention on it. But what I try to remember every time I open the site - is that for all the celebrity that Julia has built for herself - she is a person. Those posts and comments hurt her. I wish that someone who knows her would pull her aside and say, &quot;There is some truth and good advice hidden in the snark. It is time to live privately.&quot;</p><p><strong>Three - Merlin Mann</strong></p><p>Merlin Mann is behind Inbox Zero. Inbox Zero is a myth in my world, but one that I admire. My main interaction and awareness of Merlin are his hilarious and often favorited tweets. Earlier this week, though, he posted a video that I finally watched tonight after much egging on by Dave. The total time to watch the two videos is just under an hour, but worth it.</p><p>First watch the video at the bottom of the page - <a href="http://www.43folders.com/2009/10/22/who-you-are">5 Household Hacks.</a>  And then watch his longer video where he explains what pushed him to make the funny, cutting video.&nbsp; Merlin talks about the the self-help industry, carpet baggers in social media, and butchers. And so much more.&nbsp; </p><p><strong>Four - Waking up at 4AM </strong></p><p>On Shabbat, I stayed up late talking with friends about our lives. Eventually my friend Erin started talking about kayaking.&nbsp; For her, kayaking is bringing her incredible joy and she thinks it is worth getting up at 4AM to go out for a sunrise paddle. </p><p>I couldn&#39;t tell her what in my life is worth waking up at 4AM. Although sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, roll over and read recent tweets and emails with one eye open. </p><p><strong>Five - Shabbat</strong></p><p>On my DC trip, which my friends must be sick of hearing me talk about, not only did I observe shabbat more than I ever do in Chicago, I stayed offline when I got to the Conversation in Baltimore. While some chose to keep their smart phones handy, I left it in my room and also didn&#39;t take any paper with me. I was completely unplugged and totally present.</p><p>It was exhausting.</p><p>I realized that I use my Blackberry as a shield. A wall. A way to protect myself. My blackberry has not kept my heart from getting broken, but it keeps me out of the muck that can be so hard to handle at times.</p><p>As a result, I&#39;m now staying offline for shabbat. I&#39;m still on my phone some, but I&#39;m keeping my computer off. I&#39;m trying to be fully present at least one day a week. So far... so good. </p><p><strong>Six - Peggy Orenstein</strong></p><p>Peggy wrote a piece in the New York Times this week about how having information at our fingertips is sucking time away from us and that access to information is not the same as becoming wise.</p><blockquote><p>&quot;this mass-erosion of our self-control was inevitable, as the instrument of our productivity merged with that of our distraction: since computers have expanded from mere business tools to full-service entertainment centers. But I think there&rsquo;s something deeper going on as well. Those mythical bird-women (look it up) didn&rsquo;t seduce with beauty or carnality &mdash; not with petty diversions &mdash; but with the promise of unending knowledge. &ldquo;Over all the generous earth we know everything that happens,&rdquo; they crooned to passing ships, vowing that any sailor who heeded their voices would emerge a &ldquo;wiser man.&rdquo; <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/25/magazine/25FOB-WWLN-t.html?ref=todayspaper">That is precisely the draw of the Internet.&quot;</a>  </p></blockquote><p><strong>Seven - Leah Jones</strong> </p><p>A client said to me this week, &quot;I follow you on Twitter. Nothing is too small for you to comment on. Tell me about that.&quot;</p><p>I responded that while I live publicly, I live privately. Yes. I share mundane details of my life, but I am rarely deeply personal. The idea of Naked Blogging is long-gone for me. I have an understanding that just because we can put it all out there, we shouldn&#39;t.</p><p>There is power in mystery. There is preservation in privacy. I am much more private online than I have ever been in six years of blogging. </p><p><strong>Eight - Kris Krug</strong> </p><blockquote><p><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/18/movies/18sxsw.html?_r=2">&quot;You can blog about me or you can date me, but you can&#39;t do both.&quot;</a></p></blockquote><p><strong>Nine - We Live In Public</strong></p><p>We left the theater, the eight of us, and looked at our phones. Could we tweet about what we&#39;d just seen? What we were feeling? I wondered if everyone was reeling the way I was. I asked, &quot;So... are we all going to delete our Twitter accounts now?&quot;</p><p>I won&#39;t. If it wasn&#39;t for Twitter and Facebook, I&#39;d have been at the movie alone. I suppose if it wasn&#39;t for Twitter and Facebook, the film wouldn&#39;t have resonated so much.</p><p>Just because we live in public, doesn&#39;t mean we give up privacy. It means we have to manage privacy in our lives. It means that we accept a sometimes cruel mirror that might be put in front of us. It means learning to cope with assholes. Deciding if you feed trolls. Debating if there is truth in the snark that might someday be turned against yourself.</p><p>Living in public, also means a responsibility to our friends living publicly with us. Pulling them aside and reminding them that they are human beings first and Internet personas... second? third? twenty first? </p><p>This is what the documentary made me think about. The articles it brought to mine. The modern versions of Josh Harris. The experiments. The rat maze. All in all, we hold the plug and we can turn it off and live in private again. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=we%5Flive%5Fin%5Fpublic'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/we_live_in_public.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-10-25T06:14:00Z</updated><published>2009-10-25T06:14:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-10-23:links.412187807</id><title>Trip Number Five, Chapter Number One</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/trip_number_five_chapter_number_one.htm"><![CDATA[<p>While I was at The Conversation in Baltimore, I read the few existing chapters from the novel I hope to write. The feed back was very encouraging, so I&#39;m planning on working on it while I&#39;m in Israel. Yep, I&#39;m going back. I have a few webinars and workshops to attend to while I&#39;m in town, but a big part of the trip will be writing. It isn&#39;t NaNoWriMo, because I&#39;m not starting from scratch, but I do hope to add serious amounts of text to my draft.</p><p>Here&#39;s chapter one of my as of yet unfinished novel. </p><p><strong>The Matzah Holiday</strong></p><p>&ldquo;Why didn&rsquo;t you tell me this was the matzah one?&rdquo; I said to Aaron as we waited for the cab to come.</p><p>&ldquo;I thought you knew.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;How would I know? How would I know? You said we were going to a seder, you didn&rsquo;t say we were going to big important matzah dinner!&rdquo;</p><p>Aaron and I got into a cab outside of his parents house, drunk after four glasses of wine at his parents seder. I was nursing a bruised ego and hurt feelings from the things I overheard his mom and aunt say from the kitchen. Oh, and there was one little faux pas.</p><p>&ldquo;You could have told me not to bring dinner rolls.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Sweetie, I really thought you knew.&nbsp; And if you&rsquo;d met me at my house before, I could have stopped you.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;For future reference when I say, &lsquo;should i bring something?&rsquo; the appropriate response is more like &lsquo;the food rules are insane, why I don&rsquo;t I take care of it&rsquo; instead of, &lsquo;sure, mom will appreciate that.&rsquo;&rdquo;</p><p>Aaron leaned over and kissed me on the top of my head. He pulled me closer on the cab and whispered, &ldquo;Sweetie, I&rsquo;m sorry. I&rsquo;m sorry I didn&rsquo;t tell you it was Passover and I&rsquo;m sorry I didn&rsquo;t tell you not to bring dinner rolls. You&rsquo;re the first... well, you know, the first...&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Shiksa.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;I wasn&rsquo;t going to say it that way.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Your mom didn&rsquo;t have any problems saying it.&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;Trace, she&rsquo;ll realize how great you are. I promise, she&rsquo;ll see that it doesn&rsquo;t matter.&rdquo; </p><p>&ldquo;What other rules should I know for surviving in your family?&rdquo;</p><p>&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t think of anything else.&rdquo; Aaron paused, &ldquo;Other than don&rsquo;t bring those bacon wrapped figs that you make, that wouldn&rsquo;t fly.&rdquo;</p><p>The cab got to my house and I asked Aaron if he was sure he didn&rsquo;t want to stay over.&nbsp; &ldquo;Thanks, but I need to go help my mom tomorrow and go to the second night seder at my synagogue.... you know, just stuff going on.&rdquo;</p><p>He hugged me again, kissed me good night and got back into the cab to head from my less-than-fashionable Ravenswood apartment to his slightly more fashionable address in Lincoln Square.</p><p>Aaron and I had only been together a couple months and we&rsquo;re already my longest relationship.&nbsp; Aaron was more of a serial monogamist. He was with Rachel for close to three years, but things came tumbling down when she and his mom ganged up on him about getting married. He&rsquo;s not just my longest relationship, but my first Jewish boyfriend, which until tonight wasn&rsquo;t an issue. I got inside and dropped everything on the couch, including myself. That wine hit me harder than I expected.   </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=trip%5Fnumber%5Ffive%5Fchapter%5Fnumber%5Fone'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/trip_number_five_chapter_number_one.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-10-23T04:28:00Z</updated><published>2009-10-23T04:28:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-10-14:links.412186311</id><title>&quot;I&apos;m nobody special.&quot;</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/im_nobody_special.htm"><![CDATA[<p>&quot;Please don&#39;t blog about this.&quot; I said or he said or we both said to each other. We agreed and then went to our blogs and made obtuse references to what we&#39;d promised each other we wouldn&#39;t blog. That was years ago, but as I tweeted to my friend Evelyn today, I blog very little of the deeply personal these days in an effort to keep a private life while I live publicly.&nbsp; </p><p>I am both flattered and embarrassed when I meet someone that has read my blog or, more likely, follows me on Twitter. It connects immediately to a moment when I was a few years out of High School and realized that, while I was never popular, I was more well-known than I knew.&nbsp; This embarrassment I feel for being well known for writing about my cat, my inability to cook, my obsession with Matilda, Moody&#39;s and Metropolis, the CTA and my new company... the embarrassment is turning into a much sharper version of self-deprecating humor than I&#39;ve ever turned on myself before.</p><p>I insisted to a man I was interested in that I was, in fact, nobody special. That he was mistaken. That I am not a cool kid, nor will I ever be. That I am nobody special and to stop insisting that I might be. </p><p>What if I&#39;m actually afraid that I am someone special? What if great things are expected of me and I don&#39;t know if I can deliver? Is it possible that I&#39;ve gotten too good at self-deprecating humor? That I am so convincing of the total accidental nature of my success, that I&#39;ve convinced him and others that indeed... I don&#39;t have what they are looking for. </p><p>Despite all of the arguments that I&#39;ve written in my journal, the potential compromises and solutions, the problems I&#39;ve acknowledged and let go of... I don&#39;t have the fighting instinct to say, &quot;No, wait, I&#39;m much more than I let you think I am.&quot; </p><p>I know that I&#39;m capable of more. </p><p>Of giving more, of loving more, of writing more, of doing more and being more than I am today. I&#39;m becoming that special person. I&#39;d like to be someone that speaks up in the future and explains why I think the barriers aren&#39;t really as big as we thought. </p><p>I need to stop saying that I&#39;m nobody special, because people are starting to believe me. Mainly, I&#39;m starting to believe me and the record has been on very fast repeat lately and I have to find something else to occupy my thoughts. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=im%5Fnobody%5Fspecial'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/im_nobody_special.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-10-14T05:46:00Z</updated><published>2009-10-14T05:46:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-10-13:links.412186243</id><title>Guest Post: Lech Lecha d&apos;var Torah by Jill Gardner</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/guest_post_lech_lecha_dvar_torah_by_jill_gardner.htm"><![CDATA[<p>My friend Jill Gardner gave this d&#39;var on Lech Lecha in 2006 and offered to let me share it with you here. She&#39;s giving a new d&#39;var on the same portion this month and exploring how her life has changed and how this Torah portion now is something completely different. But for now, I&#39;m sharing her 2006 d&#39;var.</p><div class="Section1"><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong><font size="3">D&rsquo;var&nbsp; Torah &bull; Lech Lecha</font></strong></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3"><br /></font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">So, here we are again in Genesis.&nbsp; The verses we read tonight offer a story of great drama.&nbsp; Previously we heard&nbsp; about the genesis of the world and then the genesis of humankind, but here we have the genesis of the Jewish people as a people, a nation, with Abraham as our forefather.&nbsp; </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">Lech lecha</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3"> tells the beginning of that journey.</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">In the&nbsp; age of the internet, personal computers, and high speed connections, it is possible, in a matter of seconds, to access dozens and dozens if not hundreds of commentaries on any given portion of torah.&nbsp; The variety of directions they go is seemingly endless.&nbsp; Some portions are easier to elaborate on than others.&nbsp; From that point of view, </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">lech lecha</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3"> is kind of a slam dunk in terms of the richness and relevance of the themes it offers for us to consider. </font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">So in thinking about what I should talk about tonight in a </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">d&rsquo;va</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">r related to this particular parasha, I found myself going back to a more general feeling I have about how torah is so eternal.&nbsp; We have been reading the same book, year after year, our entire lives.&nbsp; And people in temples and synagogues all over the world, across every place, every situation, every culture and language are also reading this same book, year in and year out.&nbsp; And this has been going on for hundreds of generations.&nbsp; Certainly we regard this as a sacred text.&nbsp; Nevertheless, I don&rsquo;t think there is any way we could keep this up unless we found in this text a continual source of renewal and personal meaning.&nbsp; In&nbsp; other words, these stories need to reflect more than ancient history; they need to offer inspiration, guidance, relevance and meaning for our lives today.</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">So with that in mind, I thought the most apt way to enter these verses would be by talking about change.&nbsp; Change is something we all struggle with at many points in our lives.&nbsp; The developmental tasks and challenges we face are different in different phases of the life cycle, but they all involve change &ndash; whether you&rsquo;re four and going off to school or ninety four and feel your world shrinking.&nbsp; </font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">Change is also my work. In my job I see people who come because they are anxious or depressed, they have problems with their families, their jobs, their relationships, or their purpose in life, and they want to change.&nbsp; Last weekend I spent three days at a psychotherapy conference which took as its central concern how do people change.&nbsp; We traveled a path that started more or less with Freud and continued all the way through contemporary psychoanalytic thought, but we never talked about Abraham.&nbsp; What does Abraham&rsquo;s story tell us about change?&nbsp; In parasha </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">lech lecha</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">, Abraham embarks on massive change.&nbsp; What does this entail and what is it that makes it possible&nbsp; for him to do it?&nbsp; What might we understand from the story that might help make it possible for </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">us</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp; to do it?</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">The story starts with a call:&nbsp; Abraham hears God speak to him and tell him to leave.&nbsp; So the first point is that change requires an impetus &ndash; a motive, a longing, a need, a call, something.&nbsp; Sometimes the impetus is external &ndash; it&rsquo;s time to start school, we lose a job, a relationship ends, an opportunity arises.&nbsp; Sometimes the impetus is internal, we&rsquo;re impelled by desire to seek or search for something &ndash; knowledge, friends, adventure, love.&nbsp; Or we&rsquo;re impelled to&nbsp; escape&nbsp; something &ndash; boredom, loneliness, conflict, dread.</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">For Abraham, it&rsquo;s not just a case of going to something new; the parasha is also quite specific about what must be left behind and it&rsquo;s a lot:&nbsp; his country, his birthplace, his land, his father&rsquo;s house -- in short, his home, all that is familiar to him and all that he holds dear.&nbsp; </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">Herein lies the most powerful resistance to change we all have:&nbsp; to change, to become something different, even if it&rsquo;s something ostensibly better, we have to give up what is known and familiar and move into territory that is unknown and unfamiliar -- vague, ambiguous, uncertain, perhaps exciting, but also frightening.&nbsp; God is very specific in telling Abraham&nbsp; what&rsquo;s to be left, but very vague in telling Abraham where he&#39;s going &ndash; it&rsquo;s &ldquo;to the place I&rsquo;ll show you.&rdquo;&nbsp; So in my mind this begs the next question:&nbsp; what enables us to tolerate such ambiguity, to leave what we know to set sail on such uncertain seas?&nbsp; I find in Abraham&rsquo;s story three things that speak to this question.</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">The first and perhaps most obvious is the promise of rewards.&nbsp; Here the rewards seem quite lavish:&nbsp; fame, fortune, power, land, legacy, blessings.&nbsp; Which of these things that God promises Abraham would motivate </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">you</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3"> to leave home?&nbsp; Would any of them?&nbsp; Motivation is important. However we define those rewards, they have to be personally meaningful in order to get us off the dime.&nbsp; So again, the question becomes, what motivates you to change your life, to take the risk of leaving the known shore for the place that&rsquo;s not yet seen?&nbsp; We can all name endless ways we&rsquo;d like to change or think we should change &ndash; that&rsquo;s what new year&rsquo;s resolutions are all about &ndash; but what allows us to actually follow through?</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">That brings me to the second thing I see in Abraham&rsquo;s story.&nbsp; Abraham may be leaving what is known to him, but he is not going alone.&nbsp; God is with him, behind him, ahead of him, alongside him.&nbsp; To change we need the help and support of others.&nbsp; We need a connection to someone or something outside ourselves &ndash; spurring us on, cheering us on, holding us up, calming our fears.&nbsp; Where do we find that?&nbsp; I think we find it in each other -- in our friends, our families, our coworkers, our congregation.&nbsp; Rabbi Zedek talks about letting God shine in us and through us.&nbsp; We may not hear the voice of God as Abram did in this parasha, but we need to find that spark of divinity in those around us who can be </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">our</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3"> guides, those who help us believe in ourselves and who give us the strength and confidence to try new things, to change.&nbsp; So who is that for you?&nbsp; Who in your life helps you to believe in yourself and to have the courage to face the unknown, whatever that particular unknown is for you at the moment?&nbsp; Where does each of us turn for that?&nbsp; Is it to partners? to parents? to God? to the rabbi? to the shrink?</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">And finally, in addition to the promise of rewards and the promise of company on his journey, the company of a powerful and benevolent God, Abraham goes, and&nbsp; is able to go, because he has faith in his God.&nbsp; Abraham believes in God and trusts him.&nbsp; God chooses Abraham to form and to lead God&rsquo;s people.&nbsp; In this story, God needs Abraham, and Abraham needs God.&nbsp; And here, I think, is the true covenantal relationship that is ushered in with this story.&nbsp; It is a partnership, a co-created relationship between God and humanity.&nbsp; To embark on our own journeys of change, we, too, need faith. To change we have to have at&nbsp; least some faith, some hope that the unknown place we&rsquo;re moving towards will be&nbsp; better&nbsp; than the&nbsp; known place we&rsquo;re&nbsp; in now, that the journey will be worth the effort.&nbsp; We need the courage to believe in this possibility, as Abraham does when he puts his faith in God.</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">The anticipation of meaningful rewards, confidence in the possibility of reaching them, and the reassuring comfort of feeling accompanied and assisted by another on the&nbsp; journey are the things that allowed Abraham to change and I think they are what allow us to change in our own lives as well. </font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">But there&rsquo;s one last point.&nbsp; God&rsquo;s promise to guide Abraham to a good place, a place of great rewards, comes with a rider, a responsibility.&nbsp; It&rsquo;s stated as a command, a charge to Abraham:&nbsp;&nbsp; </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">Vehyay&nbsp; b&rsquo;racha</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3"> &ndash; be a blessing.&nbsp; This reminds me of Rabbi Hillel&rsquo;s very familiar words:&nbsp; &ldquo;If I am not for myself, then who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I?&rdquo;&nbsp;&nbsp; God enjoins Abraham to leave and reap great rewards, but to not be for himself alone, to give back instead &ndash; in short, to be a blessing to others.&nbsp; So here we have the final challenge.&nbsp; Not only must we find the motivation, the faith, and the support to change our own lives, we must also find the way to help change the lives of others who are in need of us.&nbsp; The mission stated here is nothing short of </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">tikkun olom</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">, the repair of the world.&nbsp; </font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">So on this Shabbat of </font></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">lech lecha</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">, may it be our hope and may it be our prayer that we will find the courage, the commitment, and the confidence, in ourselves and in each other, to go out, to change, and to make of our lives a blessing, this week&nbsp; and every week.</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em><font size="3">Kayn yehi ratzon</font></em></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">.</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">Jill Gardner</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">Emanuel Congregation</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">November 3, 2006</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'"><font size="4">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><font size="3">&nbsp;</font></span></p></div><p>&nbsp;</p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=guest%5Fpost%5Flech%5Flecha%5Fdvar%5Ftorah%5Fby%5Fjill%5Fgardner'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/guest_post_lech_lecha_dvar_torah_by_jill_gardner.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-10-13T17:21:00Z</updated><published>2009-10-13T17:21:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-10-02:links.412184906</id><title>It is past time for the release of Gilad Shalit</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/it_is_past_time_for_the_release_of_gilad_shalit.htm"><![CDATA[<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/edwwLIjSWR8" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="menu" value="false" /><param name="wmode" value="" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/edwwLIjSWR8" wmode="" quality="high" menu="false" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=it%5Fis%5Fpast%5Ftime%5Ffor%5Fthe%5Frelease%5Fof%5Fgilad%5Fshalit'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/it_is_past_time_for_the_release_of_gilad_shalit.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-10-02T18:14:00Z</updated><published>2009-10-02T18:14:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-10-02:links.412184897</id><title>Chicago is...</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/chicago_is.htm"><![CDATA[<p>I moved to Chicago in May 2002 and it remains my favorite city in the world. Yes, it&#39;s true, Tel Aviv competes for my heart and I have a soft spot for La Plata in Argentina, but Chicago is the love of my life... even if we break up and I move away.</p><p>Shocking then, to some friends, that I did not support the Olympic bid. I signed up on Chicagoans For Rio, sent words of support to the Latin American bid city and was very relieved when Chicago was elimated from the running. I kinda wish that Chicago hadn&#39;t been eliminated in the first round, some of my friends were excited about the possibility and it would have been nice for them to have another hour to dream.</p><p>I saw a few tweets saying that Obama lost face by going to pitch the IOC. I don&#39;t think that&#39;s true either. If he hadn&#39;t gone, he would have been blamed for our losing. Every other head of state from a bid country went to the IOC. It is now the done thing. I love that he went to support his city, even if I didn&#39;t want to win.&nbsp;</p><p>My feelings towards Chicago are so complicated, it&#39;s like we&#39;re in the same family. I support you, I love you, but I don&#39;t support everything that you do. Chicago, sometimes you need some tough love and I hope this is what you got. I hope this means that Daley&#39;s reign will come to an end. That the City Council and the Aldermen will start representing their wards and not just doing what Daley says.</p><p>I hope people take their civic energy and put it into something. Into schools. Into volunteer programs. Into local advocacy. I don&#39;t know what I&#39;ll do for the city or for my community. I need to do more here, but I always have one foot out the door. I&#39;m always looking at other cities, while I keep my residence here. The taxes are so high - both property and sales - that I&#39;ve considered leaving the city to protect my business and my wallet. But it is simple, I can&#39;t imagine living in America and not living in Chicago.</p><p>Oh Chicago... Congratulations on losing. Let&#39;s get back to real business. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=chicago%5Fis'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/chicago_is.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-10-02T17:12:00Z</updated><published>2009-10-02T17:12:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-09-27:links.412184294</id><title>Race, wrestling and an elaborate entrance</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/race_wrestling_and_an_elaborate_entrance.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3956708097"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/2656/3956708097_f33510056c_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>Last night I got an invitation to head to <a href="http://victorygardens.org/content/node/1321">Victory Garden&#39;s to see the newest play on the stage there</a> . I said yes before I even knew what the play was and after I realized it was a play about professional wrestling, I still went. </p><p><a href="http://kristofferdiaz.wordpress.com/chad-deity/">The Elaborate Entrance of Chad Deity by Kristoffer Diaz</a> <strong> </strong>is the play we saw and I&#39;m still catching my breath. I have never believed an actor more than I believed Desmin Borges as Mace. Except for how much I believed Usman Ally as Vigneshwar Paduar.&nbsp;</p><p>The synopsis: Mace is a professional wrestler.&nbsp; He&rsquo;s a really good professional wrestler.&nbsp; He&rsquo;s not the champion though &mdash; that&rsquo;s the impossibly charismatic Chad Deity.&nbsp; When Mace discovers a young Indian-American Brooklyn kid (Vigneshwar Paduar) whose charisma rivals that of the champ, Mace decides to get him a job in the company.&nbsp; Only problem is, the boss (Everett K. Olson) has a very specific plan for the duo: put them onscreen as terrorists.&nbsp; A serious minded comedy about wrestling, geopolitics, and raisin bread.</p><p>I left breathless and it took me an hour to catch my breath. A day later, thinking about the final scenes, my chest tightens again. This show is brilliant. This show will win award after award after award. You need more from me than that, don&#39;t you?</p><p>As soon as Mace starts the play, I feel like I&#39;m at a slam poetry show. Not the Green Mill version of Slam Poetry (yeah, I know, that&#39;s where it started) but the visceral slam poetry of high school students who have found no other legal way to be heard. I remembered a night of slam poetry that I went to years ago that was all Asian high school kids, where my eyes were opened to racism felt by those students and the stereotypes they battled.</p><p>Desmin Borges perfectly has all of the rhythm of slam poetry, but it is accessible. I&#39;m not into slam poetry, but I&#39;m sucked into the cadence. I&#39;m with him, lying on the floor in the Bronx watching wrestling. Playing with wrestling guys. Telling stories with toys. Scripting with action figures. I&#39;m with him through every single scene.</p><p>When he breaks through the fourth wall and we react to him - the way we&#39;re supposed to - you see that the character is tickled he&#39;s having that response. (It&#39;s like when the kids have to clap to wake Tinkerbell up, but better).&nbsp;</p><p>The play deals with race, stereotypes, politics and money is such a smart way. The main characters are Puerto Rican (but forced to play the caricature of a Mexican in the ring), an Indian (forced to play a Middle Eastern caricature), an African American (throwing $100 bills in the air) and the only one-dimensional character, the white boss.&nbsp;</p><p>I&#39;m still turning the ending over and over in my head. For much of the play, I thought that Chad Deity (the black wrestler) was being played as a fool for comic relief. But today, I&#39;m not so sure that&#39;s the end of it. I don&#39;t want to give away the ending, but writing anymore.</p><p>The set was brilliant with the backdrop being full of subtle (and not so subtle) phallic symbols. There was incredible and appropriate use of live video and recorded video to tell the story and not distract from the story. Breaking through the fourth wall worked. The asides that Mace makes in between dialogue works.</p><p>The whole play work. Take your high school kids, but be ready to have a serious talk about race and politics after the play.&nbsp;</p><p>Congrats to Kristoff and the whole team. This is the best thing I&#39;ve seen on stage in ages, if not ever. </p><p>P.S. There <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/iagoali/sets/72157622179223296/">are a ton of great photos on Flickr</a>, but they aren&#39;t allowed to be used anywhere. That&#39;s a shame. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=race%5Fwrestling%5Fand%5Fan%5Felaborate%5Fentrance'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/race_wrestling_and_an_elaborate_entrance.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-09-27T18:01:00Z</updated><published>2009-09-27T18:01:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-09-25:links.412184118</id><title>Very delayed reviews</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/very_delayed_reviews.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3235031109"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/3408/3235031109_52f41ffe47_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>Back in January, I was sent two books to review and I just realized I never told you about them. Thankfully this isn&#39;t a book review blog or I&#39;d be in big trouble. I&#39;m always honest with publicists that I may or may not review the book and I&#39;ll write an honest review. I got these books right before I headed on a women&#39;s retreat with my synagogue. Perfect timing, since both are women-centric.</p><p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Red-Book-Rachel-Kauder-Nalebuff/dp/0446558346/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1253895183&amp;sr=1-1">My Little Red Book edited by Rachel Kauder Nalebuff</a> </p><p>This is a lovely little book full of stories written by women reflecting on their first periods. Periods that started in the 1930s to periods that started on the cusp of the new century. Personally, I connected with the stories from peers that first learned about periods from Are You There God It&#39;s Me Margaret by Judy Blume. A generation of women that were confused to find wings and not belts when it was time to shop in the women&#39;s aisle.</p><p>Reading this book at a women&#39;s retreat was perfect. It was a great conversation starter and got lots of laughs as we started to tell our stories. I&#39;d say take it on a retreat or pull it out at your next girl&#39;s night in. Use it as a jumping off point or give it as a gift to a young woman on the verge of her own first period.</p><p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Getting-Naked-Again-Divorced-Distracted/dp/0446582492">Getting Naked Again by Judith Sills, PhD</a> </p><p>I was not the audience for this book. It is about dating again after the end of a long relationship or long-term marriage. I couldn&#39;t relate in the slightest. However, I passed it along to another girlfriend who is a mother of college students and in her second marriage. She said that she wished she&#39;d read it when she was dating after her first marriage and that it did contain useful information and advice.</p><p>So... I&#39;m not the audience and I didn&#39;t read it. But my married-again friends say this is worth a read if you&#39;re ready to get naked again. </p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=very%5Fdelayed%5Freviews'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/very_delayed_reviews.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-09-25T16:13:00Z</updated><published>2009-09-25T16:13:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-09-21:links.412183442</id><title>Growing up</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/growing_up.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3932768854"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/2431/3932768854_570dbf0739_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>Five years. </p><p>That&#39;s how long I&#39;ve been going to my synagogue. I started on Christmas Eve in 2004. A week later, at a Shabbat/New Year&#39;s Eve service, my friend Judy and her recently bat mitzvahed daughter Rosie read from Torah and gave the d&#39;var. I specifically remember Judy commenting during the d&#39;var, that they didn&#39;t expect Rosie&#39;s second chance to chant Torah to come so soon after her bat mitzvah.</p><p>At Rosh Hashanah services when I saw Judy and her husband this year, they told me that they are now empty nesters. Rosie suddenly turned 18, graduated from high school and left for college. Then I looked around services and realized that the kids are growing up.</p><p>Any other time in my life where kids were growing up, I was one of them so I didn&#39;t notice that we were growing up. Being a part of my synagogue, I&#39;m suddenly aware of time passing. The young man who chanted haftorah was always tall, but now he has a baritone voice. Some of the boys that I taught storytelling to on a religious school retreat are now a foot taller, some of the girls, too.</p><p>It shows in other ways. </p><p>I recognize names on the yarzheit and kaddish lists, that I&#39;ve been hearing for years on the Mi Sheberach prayer list. People I&#39;ve never met, but I&#39;ve become accustomed to praying for. The crew of women in their 90s and 100s seems to be shrinking as well.&nbsp;</p><p>I don&#39;t know why it struck me so much this year. Perhaps because I&#39;ve been sitting out services and had the experience of being a &quot;twice a year&quot; Jew this time. I skipped a lot of shabbat services and didn&#39;t see people, didn&#39;t see the kids growing, didn&#39;t hear names move from the Mi Sheberach list to the Kaddish list. </p><p>I&#39;m 32 now and was 27 when I started down this path. I&#39;m no longer counting the number of new years that I&#39;ve celebrated or the number of times I&#39;ve fasted or the number of shabbat services I&#39;ve missed or the number I&#39;ve gone to.&nbsp;</p><p>I don&#39;t have a great closing for this post, other than time is passing and suddenly I&#39;m much more aware of it. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=growing%5Fup'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/growing_up.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-09-21T04:41:00Z</updated><published>2009-09-21T04:41:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-09-18:links.412183212</id><title>Natiiv meet Dig</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/natiiv_meet_dig.htm"><![CDATA[Towards the end of the summer, a professor from Loyola invited a small group of communications professors and social media practitioners to a brainstorm. The subject: how to best teach college students about social media as part of their master&#39;s work.<div id="id_body_md_preview" class="wmd-preview">  <p>I was included in the group along with Darrell Jursa from <a href="http://www.digcommunications.com/">Dig Communications</a>. We found ourselves really lining up on a lot of our philosophies about using social media as a tool in a greater communications strategy. A few weeks later we met for coffee and by the next week I was coming in a couple days a week.</p>  <p>I&#39;m consulting with Dig Communications as a social media producer - helping connect the ideas from their teams to builders around the web. So when I say, &quot;client of a client&quot; on Twitter, I&#39;m talking about a client of Dig Communications. Recent projects include helping with an online auction of a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/rebeccaminkoffllc">Rebecca Minkoff</a> original dress for Orbit MIst, trying to find a way for MillerCoors to work within their regulated industry (age verification on the web) and still being able to <a href="http://twitter.com/BlueDeuce2Win">use Twitter</a>, and trouble-shooting a new Facebook application for <a href="http://www.facebook.com/peiwei">Pei Wei Asian Diner</a>.</p>  <p>I&#39;m committed to full disclosure and will either say &quot;client of a client,&quot; &quot;dig client,&quot; or #coac when I tweet, blog or Facebook about the projects I&#39;m working on with Darrell and the folks at Dig.</p></div><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=natiiv%5Fmeet%5Fdig'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/natiiv_meet_dig.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-09-18T18:26:00Z</updated><published>2009-09-18T18:26:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-09-17:links.412183055</id><title>Moving into 5770 (the year, not the address)</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/moving_into_5770_the_year_not_the_address.htm"><![CDATA[<p>Flew into DC on September 11. Worked my way from Baltimore aiport to DuPont Circle. Caught up with Avi, aka <a href="http://twitter.com/meshugavi">Meshugavi</a>, to drop off my bags and go shopping for food to prepare for various shabbat meals. Walked across DC, spied the White House from afar and the Washington Monument. Carried wine and potatoes back to his kitchen.</p><p>Sliced potatoes, peeled garlic, chopped onions. Chopped apples, measured brown sugar, mixed with oats. Burnt my mouth tasting too hot apple crumble and too hot roasted potatoes.&nbsp;</p><p>We went our separate ways for Shabbat dinner. I headed across the city to a the basement apartment in a mansion to see Eli from Challah for Hunger. We lit candles late, said kiddush and motzi, made designer pizzas, laughed about Twitter, learned about Blue Dogs and the P-Rade at Princeton. Around midnight or one, I caught a ride back to DuPont where Avi and I stayed up talking about who knows what.&nbsp;</p><p>I promised to try and rally for shul, but in the end my lack of appropriate clothes kept me napping all morning. Then we grabbed the roasted potatoes (that somehow never fully cooked) and walked to shabbas lunch. Down three flights of stairs, up four flights of stairs, meeting a room of new faces, saying the motzi, saying kiddush, washing our hands and eating an amazing shabbat lunch.</p><p>Down four flights of stairs, up three flights of stairs, reading in the afternoon sun, up seven more flights of stairs to the rooftop pool for a shabbat swim. Guiltily, I took the elevator and later I answered my ringing phone. I left shortly before havadalah to meet up with other friends, but savored the taste of shabbat. The first I&#39;d fully observed since coming home from Israel.</p><p>From DC, I went to Pearlstone Conference Center outside of Baltimore for The Conversation. Everything that happened at The Conversation is off the record, to give us room to be honest. I wrestled with my relationship to my synagogue, my level of observance, my place in the world of Jewish Communal Professionals, and my desire to be in Israel.</p><p>I was deeply humbled by the comments I got on Monday night. I read from my novel. My unfinished novel. The novel that I put in a drawer a year ago and gave up on writing. I was deeply humbled by three rabbis who said that I got it right. That I must finish writing it. That it must be published. That they want to give my book to congregants considering conversion. When will I be done? How long will it take it to go to print.</p><p>One of those rabbis was Shmuley Boteach. Author of Kosher Sex. A rabbi that I reference in the novel and who played such an important &quot;on paper&quot; role in my own path to becoming a Jew.&nbsp;</p><p>I made so many important business connections, but for me, what was truly important was the support for my unfinished work of fiction and the time I spent truly unplugged and present. No blackberry, no camera, no pad of paper to doodle on. I sat with my peers and listened and talked. In the end I told them all that I&#39;d come with no expectations, but that I&#39;d come to terms with why I stopped going to services. That I&#39;d finally acknowledged my desire to be more observant, but my complete fear of going there alone.&nbsp;</p><p>I simply don&#39;t think I can live a more observant life in the place I live now and in the solitude I live now. I want shabbat, but only if I have shabbat with a community. Not just community, but a partner. I&#39;m ready to stand in a kitchen before shabbat and cook a meal together. To turn off the oven at sundown. To take the stairs. But I can&#39;t do it alone and I don&#39;t know how I can do it in Chicago. Or in this Chicago neighborhood. </p><p>I&#39;m entering the new year in a state of confusion and flux. I love Chicago, but don&#39;t see my entire future here anymore. I love Tel Aviv, but waiver on my ability to sustain a life and a business there. Natiiv is growing by leaps and bounds. I&#39;m consulting with a small local agency, more bands are signing up with me, more Jewish organizations are signing up with me, and I&#39;m traveling more and more.&nbsp;</p><p>I know that 5770 is going to be remarkable, but I don&#39;t know how. This is the year that I&#39;m going to give shabbat a more serious try and the year that I&#39;m finally going to let myself be open to a relationship. I know, I&#39;ve said both before... but this year, I think I mean it. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=moving%5Finto%5F5770%5Fthe%5Fyear%5Fnot%5Fthe%5Faddress'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/moving_into_5770_the_year_not_the_address.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-09-17T15:57:00Z</updated><published>2009-09-17T15:57:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-09-04:links.412181355</id><title>Dream Fridge</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/dream_fridge.htm"><![CDATA[<p>A couple weeks ago (yes, weeks) I came home from a long day of teaching at a rock n roll school and found out that my fridge was kaput. Everything had melted and spoiled. The fridge was running hot air. So I cleaned it out, cleaned the coils and let it run overnight to see if it got cold. It got cold for a few hours, but by that evening it was warm again.</p><p>It took me nearly two weeks to get a repairman in from Sears, more because I kept forgetting to call and couldn&#39;t schedule it online. Yesterday I spent the day waiting for my appointment. You know the deal - scheduled between 8 and noon, but he didn&#39;t show up until 4PM.&nbsp; When he got here, we turned the power back on - I&#39;d flipped off the breaker to save on electricity - and the damn thing starts working again.&nbsp;</p><p>He ran some diagnostics and told me the unexpected. I need a new motherboard for the fridge. A motherboard. As in a new computer brain. For my fridge. And that it would cost $400. I told him I wasn&#39;t prepared to shell out $400, not when I was expecting him to just fill up the coolant. He said that while it is currently working, I shouldn&#39;t trust it to keep working. He wouldn&#39;t take responsibility if I bought food and it spoiled, because he told me to fix it.</p><p>After spending the evening and morning browsing Sears.com, BestBuy.com, asking people on Twitter and thinking about how I really use a fridge. I&#39;ve only ever lived in a house with freezer on top, fridge on the bottom. I learned over the last 12 hours that it is more efficient for the freezer to be on the bottom. I&#39;ve learned that a side-by-side can&#39;t fit a pizza box or cookie sheet.&nbsp;</p><p>Also, there&#39;s the reality of my life as a single woman that lives solo.</p><p>I don&#39;t cook. I need to have cold beverages, cold condiments, and ice. I like to have some yogurt around for a quick snack. But when I do cook, watch out. I&#39;m cooking for a dinner party. I&#39;m filling my house with people for a holiday. I&#39;m baking for a cookie party. Day to day, I need a mini-fridge, but I couldn&#39;t live without a full-size fridge. Also, I have to keep selling the condo in mind and buy something that the next person will want.&nbsp;</p><p>So, yes, I was joking when I said I was going to buy a wine fridge and stack a mini-fridge on top and call it a day.</p><p>All that said, here is my dream fridge if Whirlpool, GE, LG or someone wants to make it for me.&nbsp;</p><p>1. <a href="http://www.lge.com/us/appliances/refrigerators/LG-french-4-door-refrigerator-LMX28987ST.jsp">French doors with two freezer drawers on the bottom</a>. White, not stainless steel. Or red, but red seems to be asking for a lot from an appliance company. </p><p>2. Independent controls. I want the ability to shut off parts of the fridge as I don&#39;t use them. If I only need the smaller side of the fridge and the drawer with the ice in it cold, let me turn off the other two parts. Possibly the ability to change the top freezer drawer into a fridge drawer for pizza boxes. Seriously, pizza boxes are pretty prevalent in my single life.</p><p>3. I don&#39;t want through the door water, but I do want through the door ice. Seems to me like the water part eventually gets gross and I&#39;m too lazy to maintain it, so ice only, please. </p><p>4. The crisper and meat drawers are nice, but I also want a 4 bottle wine rack in the top of the fridge. Maybe even somewhere to chill stemware or pint glasses that uses the space well. </p><p>5. A guide to efficiently packing the fridge. Maybe that&#39;s a cookbook that needs to be written - one that teaches you a shopping list and waht to keep in your fridge. I guess I won&#39;t put that on the appliance company.</p><p>Does this fridge exist? If not, can someone make it for me and deliver it on Monday? If it doesn&#39;t, I&#39;m taking recommendations. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=dream%5Ffridge'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/dream_fridge.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-09-04T18:20:00Z</updated><published>2009-09-04T18:20:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-08-13:links.412179373</id><title>A short thank you video</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/a_short_thank_you_video.htm"><![CDATA[<p><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,29,0" width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbhxtVE2wlM" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="menu" value="false" /><param name="wmode" value="" /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KbhxtVE2wlM" wmode="" quality="high" menu="false" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"></embed></object></p><p>Thank you for donating and for sharing names of people that I could walk for.&nbsp; </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=a%5Fshort%5Fthank%5Fyou%5Fvideo'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/a_short_thank_you_video.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-08-13T17:23:00Z</updated><published>2009-08-13T17:23:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-08-11:links.412179206</id><title>The Impostor&apos;s Daughter by Laurie Sandell</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/the_impostors_daughter_by_laurie_sandell.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3787299045"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/3491/3787299045_0c2cf027e6_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>Every once and awhile, a publicist sends me a book to review on my blog. I don&#39;t remember when I was offered The <a href="http://www.hachettebookgroup.com/books_9780316033053.htm">Impostor&#39;s Daughter</a>, but it showed up last week and I looked at the hefty hardback book and knew I wouldn&#39;t have the energy to read it. A couple days later, I decided to try the book. I opened it up and was pleasantly surprised to find out it is a graphic novel... erm... graphic memoir. </p><p>I&#39;m not really into comics and the only other graphic novel I&#39;ve read is The Rabbi&#39;s Cat, but I fell into this book. Laurie Sandell tells an amazing tale of growing up worshiping her father, his mysterious life and a later fall from grace. She digs into his past and learns that he was an impostor. The degrees, the travels, the war stories... all false.</p><p>What does a woman do when her father falls from the throne she placed him on growing up?</p><p>She turns to sex, travel and drinking. Years of finding herself, finding the family story and finally finding recovery. I devoured this book in two late night reading sessions. It is a real page turner, a great graphic novel if you&#39;re a first timer, and a brutally honest story about how she recovered from her addictions and codependent relationships.</p><p>If you live in Chicago, Terry Gant from <a href="http://www.thirdcoastcomics.com/">Third Coast Comics</a>  has said he&#39;ll have copies of the book in this Friday. Please support local stores when you buy her book and if you are in Chicago, please support Terry. I&#39;ve already promised my copy to someone on Twitter, but I might need to read it again before I let it go. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=the%5Fimpostors%5Fdaughter%5Fby%5Flaurie%5Fsandell'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/the_impostors_daughter_by_laurie_sandell.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-08-11T20:25:00Z</updated><published>2009-08-11T20:25:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-08-10:links.412179097</id><title>Lessons Learned on a 60 mile walk</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/lessons_learned_on_a_60_mile_walk.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3801054137"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/3561/3801054137_0f30c6de63_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>After the Atlanta Breast Cancer 3-Day in 2008, I limped for a month. I wore my walking shoes every day to try and get to a place where I wasn&#39;t hobbling and popping pain pills. I finally saw a chiropractor about my back and my legs, spent months in physical therapy, got orthotics and learned to be kind to my body. Today is the day after the <a href="http://www.the3day.org/">Chicago Breast Cancer 3-Day.</a>  My feet hurt and I have a monster blister on my heel that I&#39;m afraid to look at, but other than that I&#39;m in pretty good shape. </p><p>One of the big lessons for me at the end of the 3-Day in 2008 was that I didn&#39;t have to have cancer to take care of myself, the big lesson this year was that I don&#39;t have to injure myself for the cause.</p><p>I walked every mile on Day 1 this year - 21 miles. Make that 21 Komen miles which looked more like 25 miles according to the pedometers of other participants. It was raining all day and the temperature was good. It was pouring rain like Day One in Atlanta, so I was happy to walk in the rain. A small blister formed on my heel, so I got a bandaid and took care of it.</p><p>That night, my teammate Steph offered me the pull-out couch in her nearby hotel room. I hemmed and hawed, looked at the rain, remembered camping last year and how bad it hurt my back and took her up on the offer. I love the experience of staying in the Breast Cancer 3-Day camp, but loved the idea of a good night&#39;s sleep even better. I took a hot shower, put on my jammies and went to sleep with a romantic comedy on the TV.</p><p>In the morning, I swapped my wet shoes for dry shoes and we went to camp. After breakfast, we got on the road and I walked and walked and walked. This time I didn&#39;t force myself to the point of pain or exhaustion and I hopped on a bus that took me from one of the pits to lunch. The spot on my heel was getting worse and it was getting hot. I wanted plenty of time to drink fluids and wrap my ankle.</p><p>I walked that afternoon and made it to the final pit stop of the day, then walked about one more mile. My legs were aching, so when I saw a sweep van I put my thumbs down and hopped in. It didn&#39;t matter that it was just 2 more miles, I needed to listen to my body and take care of myself.</p><p>That night, my other teammate Tiffiany was coming back to the city and offered me a ride home. Again I looked at the camp and compared sleeping in a tent, packing my gear in the morning, my shoes that hadn&#39;t properly dried out and the pants from the day before I was going to have to wear again. Yes, I took the ride into the city, stripped in front of my washing machine and started day 3 in my own bed with fresh laundry.</p><p>Day 3 was the hardest. It was 90 degrees by 9 AM. After walking the first 5 miles or so, again I put my thumb out and got in a van. Too many memories of Band Camp in August heat. There is no reason to kill myself, so I took the can to the pit stop on the lake. For Chicago people - I&#39;d already walked from Lincolnwood to Foster and Rockwell, I don&#39;t think you begrudge me the van.</p><p>At that Pit, I had the nurse look at my blister. It wasn&#39;t big enough to lance, but she dressed it for me. Last year by Pit 2, I was practically crying with every step because the muscles in my ankles were strained and felt like they were being ripped apart. To only be worried about one blister at Pit 2 on Day 3 was a major victory for me. I looked at other walkers getting taped, iced and some getting IVs and was grateful that I only had a blister that wasn&#39;t big enough to stick a needle in it.</p><p>I walked to lunch which took me through my favorite parts of the lakefront. I joined Steph at lunch, a teammate taking care of herself by taking the van most of the way and walking only when it was safe for her, and then contemplated walking or bussing. I talked to a staff member and said I was on the fence about taking the bus and only walking the final 3 miles or trying to walk the last 7 miles. She said that if I was on the fence, I should take the bus.</p><p>I took the bus from Wellington to Navy Pier and walked the last 3 miles. I kept so hydrated that I was searching for bathrooms in between pit stops (in 97 degree heat, that is quite the achievement). While I was walking slow and being passed by almost every other walker, the pain was nothing com<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3802868884"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/2656/3802868884_e40da86e71_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>pared to last year.</p><p>Here&#39;s my lesson.</p><p>It is your body and the only body you have. Respect it. &quot;It&#39;s not as bad as chemo,&quot; is a great motivator to keep moving, but doesn&#39;t mean you should injure yourself. Listen to your body and take the sweep vans. Listen to the crew and drink water. Eat salty foods. Take care of the little blisters, so they don&#39;t become big blisters. Just because you&#39;re not hurting as much as other walkers, don&#39;t deny yourself medical attention.&nbsp;</p><p>The best advice I heard on a Sweep Van this year was, &quot;I&#39;m here to have the experience I want to have. That experience doesn&#39;t include injuries or pain.&quot;</p><p>To me this goes hand in hand with my &quot;Permission to Miss Out&quot; theory.&nbsp; I don&#39;t wait in lines at big conferences or stress about getting to the right sessions, because it stresses me out emotionally. I will now also listen to my physical body when I do charity walks and endurance events. The goal, for me, is not to walk every mile, but to have a positive experience. If that means walking half of the miles or a quarter of the miles, then that is what it means.&nbsp;</p><p>Oh. </p><p>And wear sunscreen. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=lessons%5Flearned%5Fon%5Fa%5F60%5Fmile%5Fwalk'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/lessons_learned_on_a_60_mile_walk.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-08-10T16:17:00Z</updated><published>2009-08-10T16:17:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-08-03:links.412178466</id><title>Thank you, ECRA</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/thank_you_ecra.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3785934280"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/2439/3785934280_638ae4a57f_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>This morning I woke up to the sound of rain and was certain that I would be one of the few people standing with my synagogue. As you know, we organized a counter-protest with the Edgewater Community Religious Association against the Westboro Baptist Church. I grabbed my umbrella and made two stops. The first was at a drugstore for a big marker and some poster board, the second at Metropolis for coffee.</p><p>While my bagel was toasting, I quickly made a couple signs. One said &quot;Edgewater: No Room For Hate,&quot; the second said, &quot;Do Unto Others,&quot; and the third said, &quot;G-d Hates Shrimp.&quot; The idea behind the third is that you either take it all literally or none of it literally and the condemnation of gays comes from Leviticus, same as keeping kosher.&nbsp;</p><p>I was juggling the posters, a hot coffee and my bagel as I walked from Metropolis to my synagogue, still certain that nobody was going to show up. It was then that the people walking next to me offered to carry the posters. They were coming to stand with us. Two of the men told me that their priest had talked about the counter-protest during every mass on Sunday. While both men were from the same church, they had gone to different masses. The woman was a Jew and said she&#39;d gotten emails from 4 different mailing lists, encouraging attendance.</p><p>As we got closer, we realized that there was indeed a crowd on our side of Sheridan. I&#39;d estimate 150-200 people showed up to say that hatred has no place in our neighborhood. While I can&#39;t identify different clergy among the Christian churches, there were many men of the cloth with their congregants. I saw signs from the Presbyterians and St. Gertrude&#39;s. Alderman Joe Moore and State Rep Greg Harris have been identified in photos and I&#39;m certain that Alderwoman Mary Ann Smith was also there. </p><p>We had seating for those who couldn&#39;t stand - congregants from many churches and our shuls sat with us. Children and adults. People from all the different religious groups. Openly gay men and women. A couple that marched with Saul Alinsky in the 60s. </p><p>I had goosebumps when we sang the national anthem and God Bless America. Honestly, there aren&#39;t too many songs that both Jews and Christians can sing together without stepping on the others&#39; religious toes, so I think going with our country&#39;s songs was important. There was such a friendly and almost joyful vibe on our side, save the one guy that kept shouting &quot;Bigots go home.&quot;</p><p>Thank you to all of the churches and neighborhood organizations that stood with Emanuel Congregation and Or Chadash today. I didn&#39;t expect you to come and you blew me away by showing up. While Westboro doesn&#39;t deserve the attention we gave them, I hope our neighborhood is stronger for standing together and (dare I say) networking. I hope we remember the faces we saw today and say hello when we pass each other on the streets.&nbsp; </p><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/accidentallyjewish/sets/72157621809705825/">My photos are on flickr</a>  and a ChicagoNow <a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/whats-a-boy-to-do/2009/08/westboro-baptist-church-reign-of-hate-starts-in-edgewater.html">blogger drove by and got a video up</a>. </p><p>UPDATE 1: Fellow congregant <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2009/8/3/761421/-When-hate-comes-to-town:-The-Phelps-freaks-attack">RailFan wrote a post on DailyKos</a>  with some excellent quotes and interviews. Chicagoist <a href="http://chicagoist.com/2009/08/03/another_westboro_protest_met_with_p.php">picked up some of my photos</a>. And <a href="http://gapersblock.com/merge/archives/2009/08/03/westboro-baptis/">Gapersblock gave us some love, too</a>. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=thank%5Fyou%5Fecra'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/thank_you_ecra.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-08-03T21:58:00Z</updated><published>2009-08-03T21:58:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-08-03:links.412178473</id><title>Get the door, it&apos;s Domino&apos;s! No, it&apos;s @leahjones!</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/get_the_door_its_dominos_no_its_leahjones.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/2979904998"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/3206/2979904998_f2c993ccf7_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>Did you know that eating pizza can reduce the risk of breast cancer?</p><p>Okay, maybe not, but for two hours tomorrow night, ordering pizza from Domino&#39;s in Chicago will help Team Titterati raise funds for the <a href="http://www.the3day.org/goto/titterati">Susan G Komen Breast Cancer 3-Day.</a>  Why Domino&#39;s? Because @<a href="http://twitter.com/dpzramon">DPZRamon</a>, a local franchise owner and Twitter star, is opening his stores to us.&nbsp;</p><p>I&#39;ll be at the store at <a href="http://www.dominos.com/home/main_servlet?street-address=3103+N+CLARK+ST&amp;city-state-zip=CHICAGO%2C++IL+60657-4413&amp;cp_state=&amp;cp_state_value=&amp;cp_campus=&amp;cp_campus_value=&amp;cp_bldg=&amp;cp_bldg_value=&amp;COMMAND_FINDSTORE=&amp;mode=&amp;addresstype=&amp;landingpage=">3103 N Clark from 7PM to 9PM</a>. Ramon is donating $5 per pizza that gets ordered while I&#39;m slinging dough. If you order for pick-up, I&#39;ll be the one giving you the pizza and I might be the one counting out olives and pepperoni to put on top of it.</p><p>Order some pizza for pick-up or delivery (DELIVERY ZONE: Addison on the NORTH, Fullerton to the SOUTH, The Lake to Ashland WEST) by calling <span class="showPhoneNumberNumber" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px">773-528-3030. Please tell people in Chicago that Tuesday, August 4, is the night to order pizza from Domino&#39;s and to save boobs!</span> </p><p>At 9PM, the rest of Team Titterati will be joining for the presentation of a VERY LARGE CHECK (much like the one Pilcrow presented to NOLA Libraries).</p><p>We&#39;re also excited to announce that <a href="http://www.kellyolexa.com/">Kelly Olexa</a>, part of the Ford Fiesta movement, will be picking us up from Closing Ceremonies in her Fiesta.&nbsp;</p><p>And I told you that our friends at <a href="http://www.charityscrafts.com/">Charity&#39;s Candles and Crafts</a>  were able to make a generous donation? Oh! And that every $5 you donate online enters you in a chance to win a set of <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/accidentallyjewish/sets/72157621653589945/">three original Gapingvoid cards</a>?&nbsp; </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=get%5Fthe%5Fdoor%5Fits%5Fdominos%5Fno%5Fits%5Fleahjones'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/get_the_door_its_dominos_no_its_leahjones.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-08-03T21:54:00Z</updated><published>2009-08-03T21:54:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-08-01:links.412178337</id><title>Can you cheer on Team Titterati?</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/can_you_cheer_on_team_titterati.htm"><![CDATA[<p>There was a lot I didn&#39;t know before I did the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer 3-Day last year. Top on the list is that I didn&#39;t expect I would do the walk this year, but a close second was how meaningful the cheering stations would be for me. The walk is hard. Over the course of three days, we aim to walk 60 miles. There is an emotional weight and the physical challenge. Being cheered on by total strangers is uplifting and incredibly important and brought me to tears more than the pain in my legs. </p><p>If you are in Chicago or the suburbs next weekend, please take some time and come to a cheering station or to closing ceremonies. Here is the schedule from the site.<a href="http://www.the3day.org/goto/leahjones"> Of course it isn&#39;t too late to donate to my team.&nbsp; </a> </p><hr width="100%" size="2" /><br /><p><strong>Cheering Stations<br /></strong>Public cheering stations are a great way to show your support along the route to encourage&nbsp;walkers and let them know that you are with them every step of the way. Seeing familiar faces cheering them on can provide that extra burst of energy that gets them to take that next step or go the next mile. Create banners, hold up signs, bring some music and make some noise - anything to make them smile, get energized and keep walking. </p> <p><strong>Friday, August 7</strong></p> <p><strong>9:00 am - 12:00 pm<br />Elder Lane Park<br />Sheridan Road &amp; Elder Lane&nbsp; <br />Wilmette, IL 60093</strong></p> <p><strong>10:15 am - 2:00 pm<br />Centennial Park&nbsp;<br />2300 Old Glenview Rd. <br />Wilmette, IL 60090<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />Saturday, August 8</strong></p> <p><strong>7:15 am - 10:15 am<br />Evangelical Free Church of Des Plaines&nbsp; <br />55 W. Golf Rd.&nbsp; <br />Des Plaines, IL 60016</strong></p> <p><strong>11:00 am - 5:00 pm<br />Woodland Trails Park&nbsp; <br />1500 E. Euclid Ave.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />Mt. Prospect, IL 60056</strong></p> <p><strong>Sunday, August 9</strong></p> <p><strong>8:30 am - 12:00 pm&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />Lincoln Park&nbsp; <br />Just north of Belmont Harbor at W. Addison Dr. near clock tower<br />Chicago, IL 60613</strong></p> <p><strong>9:45 am - 1:45 pm<br />Lincoln Park&nbsp;<br />Just south of Lincoln Park Zoo along Stockton Dr. <br />Chicago, IL 60614</strong></p> <p><strong>Camp<br /></strong>Our campsite is meant to be a special place for your&nbsp;participants to relax, reflect and bond with the Breast Cancer 3-Day community. To help us maintain a safe, secure and organized campsite for your loved ones, we ask that you respect our &ldquo;no visitors&rdquo; policy. Also, if you wish to call your walker or crew member, please do not call after 9:00 pm &ldquo;lights out,&rdquo; when camp is a quiet zone.</p> <p><strong>While at Home</strong><br />Capture the Breast Cancer 3-Day in the news: While walkers are taking steps to end breast cancer,&nbsp;save any media coverage of the Breast Cancer 3-Day. Aside from being a nice addition to&nbsp;your participant&#39;s Breast Cancer&nbsp;3-Day memorabilia, it will show his/her impact on the community.<br /><br />Engage the kids in the cause: Since holding down the fort may include taking care of the kids, you can make this time meaningful by connecting them with the breast cancer cause.</p> <ul><li>Have them create signs or decorations if they are able to go to a cheering station.</li><li>Have them create a welcome home banner.</li><li>Give them journals so they can write&nbsp;or draw&nbsp;what they&rsquo;ve been doing for three days. </li><li>Have them plan a welcome home meal or put together a care package with goodies, movies, comfy slippers, etc.</li><li>Use this as an opportunity to talk to your kids about community, helping others and making a difference in the world.</li></ul> <p><strong>Closing Ceremony</strong><br />After three days and 60 miles, participants will take a final and incredibly emotional victory walk into the Closing Ceremony. Friends, family and supporters should arrive at the Closing Ceremony site at least one hour early to get the best view of the program. Please allow extra travel time due to expected traffic congestion at the site. Lollapalooza is occurring just north of the Museum Campus.</p> <p>All walkers and crew members should remain in the Participant Holding Area where they will receive a victory shirt, cheer on fellow walkers and crew members and celebrate one last time together before their dramatic victory walk. The Participant Holding area is CLOSED to spectators. If you wish to meet with&nbsp;a participant&nbsp;before the Ceremony begins, please have them meet you at the Closing Ceremony site.&nbsp;All participants must&nbsp;return to the Holding Area no later than&nbsp;4:00 pm in order to join the victory walk.</p> <p><strong>Don&#39;t forget to continue the spirit of kindness we&#39;ll be building on the Breast Cancer 3-Day throughout and beyond the Closing Ceremony!</strong></p> <p><strong>Sunday, August 9th</strong></p> <p><strong>4:30 pm</strong></p> <p><strong>Soldier Field<br />1410 S Museum Campus Dr.<br />Chicago, IL&nbsp; 60605</strong></p> <p>Friends and family are highly encouraged to attend, though please note that seating will not be available, so if you are unable to stand for 30-60 minutes, you may want to bring a folding chair.</p> <p>Directions:</p> <p><em>Public Transportation</em> - The RTA Travel Information Center provides scheduling information for all CTA, Metra and PACE services. For information, please call 312.836.7000 or visit <a href="http://www.rtachicago.com/" target="_blank">http://www.rtachicago.com/</a>.</p> <p><em>Driving from I-55</em> - Take I-55, the Stevenson Expressway, northbound to Lake Shore Drive/Highway 41 North. Take LSD north to the 18th Street exit.&nbsp; </p> <p><em>Driving from I-290</em> - Take I-290, the Eisenhower Expressway, east to Congress Parkway. Take Congress Parkway to Columbus Drive. Turn right and take Columbus Drive south to the 18th Street exit.</p> <p><em>Driving from I-90/94</em> - Take I-90/94, the Dan Ryan Expressway, north to the Lake Shore Drive/22nd street exit. Stay to the right and exit to LSD. Take LSD/Highway 41 north to the 18th Street exit.</p> <p><em>Driving from I-94</em> -&nbsp;&nbsp;Take I-94, the Kennedy Expressway, south to the Congress Parkway exit. Follow Congress Parkway to Columbus Drive. Turn right on Columbus Drive and follow Columbus south to the 18th Street exit.</p> <p>Parking is available for $16 a car in the Waldron Parking Deck on 18th St.</p> <p><strong>After the Event</strong><br />Your&nbsp;participant has participated in two emotional celebrations, a challenging 60-mile journey and a life-changing experience in just three days. Now, it&rsquo;s time to go back home. Here are some tips on how to help your walker make a smooth transition back to their daily routine.</p> <ul><li>Have a welcome home meal prepared and make it an evening of rest and relaxation.</li><li>Encourage your&nbsp;participant to share the Breast Cancer 3-Day experience.</li><li>If you can&rsquo;t attend the Closing Ceremony, be sure to ask how much money was raised!</li><li>Unpack, clean and put away gear.</li><li>Share the newspaper articles or news footage that you&rsquo;ve collected over the weekend.</li><li>The following day, give your participant a massage or schedule a day of pampering at a spa.</li><li>In the days to come, help your participant write thank you notes.</li><li>Print pictures and&nbsp;assemble a scrapbook.</li><li>Help your participant plan a reunion party to keep in touch with other walkers.</li><li>Get ready to do it all over again! Maybe you&rsquo;ll be joining the Breast Cancer 3-Day in 2010!</li></ul><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=can%5Fyou%5Fcheer%5Fon%5Fteam%5Ftitterati'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/can_you_cheer_on_team_titterati.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-08-01T17:57:00Z</updated><published>2009-08-01T17:57:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-08-01:links.412178299</id><title>First they came for the Jews</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/first_they_came_for_the_jews.htm"><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>First they came for the Jews<br /> and I did not speak out<br /> because I was not a Jew.<br /> Then they came for the Communists<br /> and I did not speak out<br /> because I was not a Communist.<br /> Then they came for the trade unionists<br /> and I did not speak out<br /> because I was not a trade unionist.<br /> Then they came for me<br /> and there was no one left<br /> to speak out for me.</p><p>Martin Niemoller</p></blockquote><p>On Monday, my synagogue will be protested by <a href="http://www.godhatesfags.com/schedule.html">Westboro Baptist 									Church</a>. Yes, the church behind the site called God Hates Fags. The people that protested at Mathew Shepard&#39;s funeral. The people that protest at the funerals of fallen American soldiers. And the people that have once again turned their attention to the Jews.</p><p>The Westboro Baptist Church, which I do not believe to be representatives of all Baptists, is working their way around the country and targeting Jewish organizations. On Monday, August 3, they will be protesting my synagogue in addition to many in Chicago. To respond to the protest, the Edgewater Community Religious Association has arranged a counter-protest.</p><p>This goes against the party line on dealing with the Phelps family church. The party line is to ignore and pay no attention, but ignoring was one of the first steps in the Holocaust and the religious community of Edgewater - Jews, Christians and Muslims - will have no part in ignoring this hatred. </p><p>Please come to Emanuel Congregation on Monday, August 3, at 11AM. Emanuel Congregation is at 5959 N Sheridan. It will be a peaceful, non-confrontational counter protest. <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2009/7/31/760251/-Phelps-Alert:-Join-counter-protest-at-Chicago-synagogue-on-Monday,-Aug.-3">More information on the DailyKos</a>. </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=first%5Fthey%5Fcame%5Ffor%5Fthe%5Fjews'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/first_they_came_for_the_jews.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-08-01T05:17:00Z</updated><published>2009-08-01T05:17:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-07-28:links.412178078</id><title>Own It</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/own_it.htm"><![CDATA[In seventh grade, I tried out for the cheerleading squad. If anyone was born to be a cheerleader, she is not me. Halfway through a cheer, maybe the solo cheer or maybe during a group cheer, I ran off from the center and sat down against the wall. <br /><p>I was still suprised to see that I had not made the cut for second round.</p><p>It was later in junior high and high school that I learned to keep going. If you make a mistake in a music ensemble, you find the count and come back in. It may just be you on your oboe and the pianist accompanying you, but you find your spot and jump back in. </p><p>The lesson on speech team was similar. Take a deep breath, repeat the sentence and move on.</p><p>Even in chemistry. If you get stuck, you declare yourself unstuck and move forward. If I couldn&#39;t remember how to figure out a constant or got hung up on something, I would simply say &quot;Assuming X = 23,000, I will move forward with the solution.&quot; The answer would be wrong, but the work would be right.&nbsp; </p><p>No apologies, no running off the stage, you just keep going and do the best you can. </p><p>Then after the performance, I learned to stay put. The applause were for me and my performance. I needed to own it. Make eye contact with the audience members you can see, let the host come to you, own the performance. It has served me as I&#39;ve done stand-up comedy, improvised presentations, MCing events and presenting to clients.&nbsp;</p><p>I own the presentation. I own the feedback. That is for me.</p><p>And it is for you. I bring this up, because during the community keynote at BlogHer, the men and women ran off the stage at the end of their readings. Next year, I hope <a href="http://www.fussy.org/">Eden</a>  tells them to wait at the podium for her to arrive. To soak up that moment of applause. To look into the room of fellow bloggers and take the applause. Comments are great, but nothing compares to the feeling of a wave of support coming at you in person. </p><p>And it is for you. The public speaker. The stand-up comic. The performer. The MC. The presenter.&nbsp; Own your performance and accept the applause.&nbsp; </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=own%5Fit'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/own_it.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-07-28T17:08:00Z</updated><published>2009-07-28T17:08:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-07-26:links.412177832</id><title>Things I Might Have Said</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/things_i_might_have_said.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3750089055"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/2493/3750089055_5a60fd821d_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;I like to pretend I have boundaries.&quot; via <a href="http://twitter.com/danticoa/statuses/2809331075">Danticoa</a>  </span></span></p><p><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;No blog is better than an abandoned blog&quot; via <a href="http://twitter.com/GwynneMurphy/statuses/2808536026">GwynneMurphy</a></span></span></p><p><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;Anything you want from a relationship you want from a blog!&quot; via <a href="http://twitter.com/MOgulnick/statuses/2808501133">MOgulnick</a></span></span></p><p><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;What I love about social media is that it put PEOPLE back into business.&quot; via <a href="http://twitter.com/celiajones/statuses/2808511406">celiajones</a></span></span></p><p><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;Blogs aren&#39;t where you get the money, but they can be where the relationships come from that lead to that.&quot;&nbsp; via <a href="http://twitter.com/MOgulnick/statuses/2808477837">MOgulnik</a></span></span></p><p><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;my career would not have happened, as it happened, w/o my blog&quot; via <a href="http://twitter.com/CharlieChicago/statuses/2808463132">CharlieChicago</a></span></span></p><p><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;I&#39;ve never heard of Twitter&quot; via <a href="http://twitter.com/sydneyowen/statuses/2808246522">SydneyOwen</a></span></span></p><p><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;If you want free product find something that is so niche that no one has blogged about in english and blog about it!&quot;&nbsp; via <a href="http://twitter.com/MOgulnick/statuses/2808223878">MOgulnik</a></span></span></p><p><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">&quot;The best thing to blog about is what you like to talk about!&quot; via <a href="http://twitter.com/MOgulnick/statuses/2808143020">MOgulnik</a></span></span></p>People twittered the things I said at&nbsp;<a href="http://www.natiiv.com/events/2009/jul/23/social-media-club/"> Social Media Club</a>  this week.<br /><p>&nbsp;</p>     <p>&nbsp;</p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=things%5Fi%5Fmight%5Fhave%5Fsaid'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/things_i_might_have_said.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-07-26T18:18:00Z</updated><published>2009-07-26T18:18:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-07-22:links.412177537</id><title>On the 40th Anniversary of the Moon Landing</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/on_the_40th_anniversary_of_the_moon_landing.htm"><![CDATA[<p>From my dad to the Tribune Star. Hopefully they publish it and perhaps other outlets will pick up the story as well.</p><hr width="100%" size="2" /><p>With the recent interest in the 40th anniversary of man&#39;s landing on the moon, I would like to offer a never published fact. This has never been made public because at the time it was classified &quot;Top Secret&quot; federal government information.</p><div>&nbsp;</div> <div>My father, Lawrence R. Jones, invented solid rocket booster fuel while employed at <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;source=web&amp;ct=res&amp;cd=4&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fbutanol.com%2Fdocs%2FWeizman-Terre_Haute.doc&amp;ei=tnhnSonfB8zqlAfU-KjdDA&amp;usg=AFQjCNF53z8S7zDei3TBX62QWhwbD3BlCA&amp;sig2=Z98JqNtRD7M__h3q0658oA">Commercial Solvents Corporation</a> [which has fascinating ties to the state of Israel, explained in the paper] of Terre Haute. His <a href="http://patimg2.uspto.gov/.piw?Docid=03383252&amp;homeurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpatft.uspto.gov%2Fnetacgi%2Fnph-Parser%3FSect1%3DPTO1%2526Sect2%3DHITOFF%2526d%3DPALL%2526p%3D1%2526u%3D%25252Fnetahtml%25252FPTO%25252Fsrchnum.htm%2526r%3D1%2526f%3DG%2526l%3D50%2526s1%3D3,383,252.PN.%2526OS%3DPN%2F3,383,252%2526RS%3DPN%2F3,383,252&amp;PageNum=&amp;Rtype=&amp;SectionNum=&amp;idkey=NONE&amp;Input=View+first+page">patent #3,383,252</a>  was issued on <a href="http://patft.uspto.gov/netacgi/nph-Parser?Sect1=PTO1&amp;Sect2=HITOFF&amp;d=PALL&amp;p=1&amp;u=%2Fnetahtml%2FPTO%2Fsrchnum.htm&amp;r=1&amp;f=G&amp;l=50&amp;s1=3,383,252.PN.&amp;OS=PN/3,383,252&amp;RS=PN/3,383,252">May 14, 1968</a> . </div> <div>&nbsp;</div><div>During the time of his research the only person that dad reported his experimental progress yo was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wernher_von_Braun">Dr. Wernher von Braun</a> , Director, NASA George C. Marshall space flight Center. One of his unsuccessful experiments caused an explosion that blew one and a half stories off the north side of the C.S.C. research building on south first street. His lab assistant lost his life in this incident.</div> <div>&nbsp;</div><div>My father&#39;s research on this project started in 1958. At that time, my mother, sister, and I were shadowed by Federal Government agents anytime we were away from our home at 1539 South Sixth Street. The reason for this&nbsp;was that the U.S. Government thought that we might be kidnapped by the Russians as a means to obtain dad&#39;s research information. </div> <div>&nbsp;</div><div>My sister, Trudi, first noticed two men in a black car following her and her friends as they walked home from Sarah Scott Junior High. My father,City Councilman from the First District,&nbsp;asked the Terre Haute police to look into the matter. So we had Federal Agents being tailed by Terre Haute city detectives. This is how we found out about our federal&nbsp;protection and the reason for it.</div> <div>&nbsp;</div><div>I remember my father bringing home a baseball size ball of solid rocket booster fuel and bouncing it off the&nbsp;walls of our kitchen. He said to me &quot;Son, this product is going to put Americans on the moon.&quot; And , as history shows, it did.</div> <div>&nbsp;</div><div>Thank you for allowing me to share some childhood memories.</div> <div>&nbsp;</div><div>Respectfully,</div> <div>Larry Jones</div><p>&nbsp;</p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=on%5Fthe%5F40th%5Fanniversary%5Fof%5Fthe%5Fmoon%5Flanding'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/on_the_40th_anniversary_of_the_moon_landing.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-07-22T20:39:00Z</updated><published>2009-07-22T20:39:00Z</published></entry><entry><id>tag:leahj.blog-city.com,2009-07-22:links.412177518</id><title>The Next @Titterati Fundraiser</title><content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://leahj.blog-city.com/the_next_titterati_fundraiser.htm"><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24369373@N00/3746617072"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/2439/3746617072_14076fd505_m.jpg" border="1" alt="" title="Flickr Page" align="right" /></a>Time is slipping away and the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer 3 Day is quickly approaching. As you know, I&#39;m on a team of three - Team Titterati. We&#39;ve been trying to come up with great fundraisers along the way, but with all of our travel schedules it has been hard. Lucky for me, my friend <a href="http://www.charityscrafts.com/">Sara Tyler of Charity&#39;s Candles and Crafts</a>  donated $140 from her sales to our cause this week. We&#39;re also looking forward to a guest-pizza making night at the local Domino&#39;s Pizza with @<a href="http://www.twitter.com/dpzramon">DPZRamon</a>.</p><p>And now? The Great <a href="http://www.gapingvoid.com">Gapingvoid</a>  Titterati Fundraiser!</p><p>Between the time that this post is published on July 22, 2009, and high noon (Central) on August 6, 2009, every $5 you donate to <a href="http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/Walk/ChicagoEvent2009?pg=team&amp;fr_id=1293&amp;team_id=81010">Team Titterati</a>  gets you entered into a drawing for a set of <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/accidentallyjewish/sets/72157621653589945/">THREE original Gapingvoid business cards</a>.&nbsp; How do I know they are original? Hugh drew them in front of me while we were sipping wine (<a href="/brady_meet_jones__except_brady__jones_jones__macleod.htm">merlot for me, rose for him</a>) two summers ago. </p><p>Donate $5, get one entry. Donate $25, get five entries. Donate $100, get 20 entries. </p><p>It is that simple. <a href="http://www.the3day.org/goto/leahjones">Make your donations here</a>. And on August 6, I&#39;ll print out all your names and the number of entries you get and draw a name. Perhaps even live on Ustream - we can make an event of it, eh? </p><p><a href='http://leahj.blog-city.com/console/comments/popup/?f=the%5Fnext%5Ftitterati%5Ffundraiser'>Leave Comment</a></p>]]></content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://leahj.blog-city.com/the_next_titterati_fundraiser.htm"/><dc:creator>Leah Jones</dc:creator><author><name>Leah Jones</name></author><updated>2009-07-22T17:48:00Z</updated><published>2009-07-22T17:48:00Z</published></entry></feed>