Monday, June 29, 2009

More photos from Israel



1) the father of Gilad Shalit in the protest booth not to long ago.

2) a group of adorable senior citizens folk dancing in the Mamilla promenade

3) has Iran attacked? Hezbollah? Hamas? Syria? name-your-terrorist-group? No, no. That's just a group of Israeli officers having a shluffie in the middle of an arduous day of study at Yad Vashem

4) yours truly

5) even the soda machines here go k4p (kosher for Passover)






New address and new title


In the Land of Wilk and Honey...how can I not have picked that originally?

Thanks Em!






Not bad, says Ehud!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Chinese food (apparently) in Israel


So I noticed an article on Haaretz about Israeli performer Ivri Lider (the #1 singer in the country). He's had really great songs out for more than 10 years, notably: Zeh tamid ahava (It's always love), Yoter tov klum (Better than nothing), Chultzat Pasim (A striped shirt), and many others.

The article said that Ivri (revealed he was gay about 8 years ago) was going to be singing at the Logo Awards in the US, with a cover of the Katy Perry song "I kissed a girl" (click photo on left to watch video). So - he was going to perform this song in English for an American audience. Ok.

So - can you tell the difference between the Katy Perry version and the Ivri Lider version (besides a few word changes for orientation's sake) (click photo below):



















Yep - that's right. Ivri likes Chinese food, apparently!

What the heck...there's no doubt...he likes her cherry chopstick!!

Friday, March 13, 2009

Their hearts are in the right place, but they're not

To start off, this entry may arouse a bit of consternation, but i still want to write it and get it off my chest.

When I studied at The Hebrew University of Jerusalem in 1998, there was a strike of the student union against increased tuition fees. The union barred any student from entering the campus. They used violence, but police rarely stepped in. All overseas students, though, were to be permitted in, as they were not Israeli students or subject to Israeli tuition. Well, somehow, that message from the Student Union president did not trickle down to the minions, as they assaulted overseas students, including me. Nothing serious, just some pushing and shoving.

I went to the student union president and beyond threatening documentation of the incidents with video cameras and submitting the video to both the Israeli police and to the American Embassy, I asked the President: "Why, on G-d's green earth, are you protesting increased tuition by barring students from entering the university??? Why are you protesting in front of your own university, when the Ministry of Education is across town? Why would you not protest there? Why would you not protest in the middle of Jerusalem, where you can gain visibility? Your actions aren't affecting anyone but yourselves!"

The answer I received is an all-too-typical one here, namely "That's the way it is".

Which brings us to 2009. 2006, actually. Hamas launches an attack on soldiers on the Israeli side of the Israel-Gaza border, killing all save one, whom they take back to Gaza. That soldier's name is Gilad Shalit. He has been held there ever since. What his family has gone through is an absolute nightmare.

Now - I have a Gilad Shalit sticker on the wall in my apartment. For a time, I had Bring Gilad Shalit Home as my Facebook status. While working at the JCRC, I worked with lay leaders to galvanize mass petitions and postcards calling on the UN, US, and Congress to do all in their power to bring about the release of Gilad Shalit, and the two captives held by Hezbollah (who were, after a war and years of waiting, returned to Israel in bodybags).

What I cannot get past is the tactic of those here in Jerusalem who are pushing for the release of Gilad Shalit. They are protetsting in front of the Prime Minister's office, and have been there for years. As I am speaking, there are hundreds gathered there, calling for the Israeli Government to release Palestinian prisoners in exchange for Shalit. Some of the prisoners that Hamas is demanding in exchange are those with 'blood on their hands'. I am not going to get into the issue of whether it is better to release convicted terrorists in exchange for a captured soldier or not...that's a horror that has reared its head here too often. I am a new Israeli citizen, but I have not served in the Israeli armed forces, and so my point of view is not that of a veter

What I will say - why on G-d's green Earth are they protesting in front of the Prime Minister's residence? Logic would dictate the following:
  • Hamas has been rearming and resupplying through tunnels dug from the Sinai (Egypt) side of the border. Except for minor and sporadic shows of force, the Egyptian authorities have not acted against Hamas.Egypt has been acting as a negotiator between Israel and Hamas, but has not taken a stance against Hamas' terrorist activities, including the attack in which Shalit was captured.
  • Therefore, protest and bring all leverage to bear against Egypt!
  • There should be regular protests in front of all Egyptian trade offices in Israel.
  • There should be regular protests in front of the Israeli Ministry of Tourism and on the Israeli-Egyptian border
  • There should be calls to stop the thousands of Israeli tourists who vacation in Sinai from doing so.
  • There should be regular protests in front of the Ministry of Trade in order to sanction all trade with Egypt.

Perhaps these efforts could bring about some effect. One thing is sure - protesting in front of the Prime Minister's residence is a ridiculously ineffective method to bring about the freedom of Gilad Shalit.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Middleman

I studied Hebrew at the Hebrew Day School with Morah Genya and Morah Maya, Temple Sinai with Cantor Shapiro, and the University of Florida under Dora Friedman (pictured, left. The greatest Hebrew instructor to walk the Earth...I can still here her calling "Ar-yeh!")

I lived, studied, and worked in Israel for three years. I go back to the Miami and work at the Israeli Consulate, then at the Jewish Community Relations Council of the Greater Miami Jewish Federation, and focus a lot of my efforts there on Israel advocacy.

Needless to say, I am enjoy living here. I love the country. I love the culture. Yes, this place can drive you crazy, but - it's dynamic, and when you feel like you have a personal stake in something, it makes you care about each detail.

Which brings me to making aliyah this past July. El Al had recently upgraded its entertainment options, with swivel tvs installed on each seat, with a huge library of options of movies and tv shows to choose from. One of the main options was an Israeli action-drama tv series called "HaBorer" or "The Middle Man".

Unbelievable...it was great! In essence, it's an Israeli version of The Sopranos. It has a great intro song/opening sequence: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOdRZjAXA6w, and stars Moshe Igvi, Yehuda Levi, and Hanna Azoulay-Hasfari.

So there I am, with hundreds of other new olim, embarking on my journey to be a part of the Jewish state, to contribute to the unfolding history of the Jewish people...and I'm watching a show about the Israeli mafia.

And not a kosher connoli in sight.

Ha Borer is now entering its second season - for those of you who can understand Hebrew, you can find most of the episodes on youtube. Just do a search for "הבורר".

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Beat this caption

1) Oh Shimmy...nibble on my other ear too and the West Bank is yours...
2) Hmm...you taste kosher!
3) Finally, Hilary gets some lovin from a President.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Graduating 37 years late






------I noticed that these news stories were no longer on the web and were now archvied, so I wanted to make sure to post the stories on my blog------

Above: my Grandmother and my Uncle Eugene in uniform, 1968; my Grandparents, my uncles, aunt, and father shortly after the birth of the triplets.



















To explain to you why in 2006 I went with my father to West Lafayette, Indiana, I have to go back almost 37 years.
My father has two older brothers, and himself is a triplet, with his triplet sister Eleanor (Lolly) and his triplet brother Eugene. Eugene studied for two years at the University of Oklahoma, and then, decided to join the U.S. Navy as the war in Vietnam was raging. He had served aboard a couple of submarines over a period of 3 years, and then began serving on the submarine U.S.S. Tecumseh.

While on shore leave at Pearl Harbor, he was in the back seat of a friend's jeep, and when an oncoming car lost control and crashed into the jeep head-on, my Uncle Eugene was killed instantly.

All this happened a week before my father's college graduation in 1969. He left the university immediately to get back to New York for the funeral. He assumed that he would graduate with the spring class in May, but his father (my grandfather) passed away of cancer just before that graduation ceremony.

I graduated from the University of Florida in 1999. My Dad was extremely emotional about seeing me graduate, and he gets emotional probably once a decade, so when I asked him about it, he told me that he never got to graduate, and then told me the story. I knew about my Uncle and my Grandfather, I just never knew that it impeded his graduation. I decided then and there to one day find a way for him to graduate. So his 60th birthday was January of 2006, so that's what I gave him as his present.

So - I contacted Purdue and arranged for my father to graduate! I took him back to West Lafayette, Indiana. The President of the University shook his hand and congratulated him by name as he walked across the stage. There's two stories below that we were both interviewed for by the Indianapolis Star and the West Lafayette Journal and Courier.

One thing my Dad says in the second article that I think is very poigniant - "Just because you lose someone doesn't mean you've lost the opportunity to make them proud of you."












Elliot Wilk: 'Make them proud'

Elliot Wilk with a certificate of which he is particularly proud. It's a certificate of participation from the space program for his work while employed at Pan Am Aerospace. He was one of the Pan Am workers who worked on contract for downrange tracking on the Apollo mission to the moon launch.


Elliot Wilk

Age: 60 Current Residence: Boca Raton, Fla.


Education: B.S. from Purdue University, 1969. Master's of science from C.W. Post campus of Long Island University, 1979.


Family: Three children, Lonny, Jeffrey, and Julie

Profession: Retired electrical engineer technical salesman.


Florida resident Elliot Wilk has waited 37 years to turn the last page of the chapter that was his undergraduate career at Purdue University.

The events that kept him from commencement are still fresh to him, still tragic in the way that losing a sibling and a father will always be.

Wilk, one of a set of triplets, recalls being told that his triplet brother, Eugene, had been killed in a car accident while on military duty in Pearl Harbor in 1969. The tragedy came days before the trio's birthday.

"I didn't know about it. My family didn't want me to know because I had to take my finals and graduate."

When the body was returned from the Pacific, Wilk's family had to tell him. Purdue waived the rest of his finals and sent him home to New York. His diploma followed in the mail.

"I thought maybe it would be nice if I went to graduation in May," Wilk said. "But my father was sick with cancer and he died in May. And that was that. I went on with my life."

His life included a distinguished career as an engineer for the likes of Pan Am Aerospace and Motorola and, later, raising his three children alone after his ex-wife succumbed to brain cancer in the early 1990s.

Youngest son, Lonny, now 28, helped orchestrate his father's belated graduation at Purdue today.

"He doesn't set his mind on despair," he said of his dad. "In profession and mind, he always looks for logic and how to make things work."

Wilk said commencement will be as much for Eugene and Benjamin Wilk as for himself.

"Just because you lose someone doesn't mean you've lost the opportunity to make them proud of you."





Preparing for pomp: Retired engineer Elliot Wilk tried on his cap and gown Friday at Follett Bookstore, West Lafayette. His son arranged for him to participate in today's graduation ceremony. - Rob Goebel / The Star




Man finds it's never too late to graduate

60-year-old alumnus will walk in Purdue ceremony

staci.hupp@indystar.com

May 13, 2006

Elliot Wilk has checked off much on life's to-do list: Marriage. Children. Retirement.

The one that got away 37 years ago was college graduation.

At 60, Wilk's career as an engineer is over, his days now filled with golf and bridge games. Yet the Florida man is back at Purdue University, his alma mater, today to reclaim a lost rite of passage.

Wilk will stand, in cap and gown, with hundreds of men and women young enough to be his children. His own son will sit in the sea of weepy parents and digital cameras.

Wilk grew up as a triplet in New York City, headed to Indiana for college but left the West Lafayette campus during final exams in January 1969. His brother Eugene, a Navy sailor, had been killed in a head-on Jeep crash.

"I look back now and I say that I was a boy up until that point in my life," Elliot said. "It was like knocking the pins out from under you. "

Purdue officials mailed his degree, which he later framed along with a slide rule he used in calculus class.
Wilk assumed he'd go back to West Lafayette that May and graduate with the class of 1969. And then his father died of cancer.

After that, a new phase of life beckoned Wilk.

He went to work for the space program at Cape Kennedy in Florida. The same year, Purdue graduate Neil Armstrong walked on the moon.

The space program marked the start of a fulfilling career that included work on nuclear submarines and semiconductor sales for Motorola.

Wilk's personal life also fell into place when he got married and started a family.

He was the type of father who decorated the walls of the family home in maps. His children watched network news instead of MTV. "He would always try to challenge us intellectually," said Wilk's oldest son, Lonny.

And he did so alone, after the mother of his children died of brain cancer in 1991.
By then, Purdue was a memory, as faded as the photographs of Wilk's fraternity brothers.

Hints of Purdue trickled down to Wilk's children over time: The beer can with a Boilermaker logo on their father's desk.

The framed slide rule. Their father's stories, including the time he drove to California to watch Purdue win the 1967 Rose Bowl.

It wasn't until Lonny Wilk graduated from the University of Florida in 1999 that he felt his father's void.

"He's an engineer, and they're not emotional people," Lonny said. "But he got a little emotional. I had no idea that he had never gone through graduation."

That moment stayed with Lonny. Last fall, he called Purdue University and arranged a spot for his father.

"I just buckled up my knees when he told me," Elliot Wilk said.

Purdue alumni often show up for graduation a semester late, but "we've never had this type of request before," said Christine Leasure, an assistant registrar. "We're excited to have him."

Wilk's name will appear on the program today. He will be handed a diploma cover as he walks across the stage.

And he will stand with a generation of electrical engineers who learned with laptop computers rather than slide rules. As Wilk sees it, they might as well be the same age.

"It's no different from the Marines charging a hill," he said. " 'Hey, we all got here.' " Graduation will allow Elliot Wilk to bring his life full circle.

In his pocket he plans to carry the yellowed telegram that brought the news of his brother's death 37 years ago.
"That was the point in time that the road diverged so strongly," Wilk said. "That was the start of it. And now I seek the closure."

More great photos from Israel

1) Unintentional inappropiateness. Apparently, the Israeli version of photoshop is a program with a fox for a mascot. Yep, that's right, the fox is named 'gimp'.

2) I saw this woman riding the bus. I'm not one to critique other immigrants to this country, but wow.

3) An ad for a Shabbat Goy. You wouldn't find that on Miami-Craigslist!

4 and 5) Yesterday was horrifically cold and stormy, and - apparently Mordor's forces were marching on Yad Vashem.

6) A vending machine in the Jerusalem central bus station that sells religious books, kipot, and other items for your convenient observance of Judaism. Question - is it appropriate to bang on the glass and scream like a maniac when your siddur (item b7) gets stuck?








Monday, February 16, 2009

There are indeed stairs and elevators in Israel...

My cousin Sarah from New Jersey asked a very important question of me: are there stairs and elevators in Israel? Sarah, that's an awesome super-duper question. There are definitely stairs and elevators in Israel! My apartment building has both. It's a good thing too - I live on the fifth floor! But - some buildings here also have special elevators. They're called Shabbat elevators! Why do some buildings have them? Here's why:

So, there are all different kinds of Jewish people.Thousands of years ago, we all lived in the same place - here in Israel, where I live now! Then, some mean people kicked us out, and we had to leave Israel and live all over the world. Some Jewish people lived in countries like Poland and Austria (like our family)









Some Jewish people lived in Morrocco












Some Jewish people lived in Russia







Some Jewish people lived in Ethiopia









And some Jewish people - to this day - live in New Jersey!











Some Jewish people follow lots of traditions, other Jewish people learn about a
ll the traditions but choose to follow only some of them, and some decide to follow only a few









One of those traditions is about Shabbat. Some people choose not to use electricity on Shabbat...some people do. For me, at this point in my life, electricity is ok on Shabbat, but I do everything I can to rest, have a good time, and be with family and friends. Maybe someday I'll decide not to use electricity. My views change over time - and that's ok!

But - those people that don't want to use electricity on Shabbat...what do they do if they live high high up in a building? It's too hard to walk up and down the stairs all the time. What they did was to make a 'Shabbat elevator' - it stops automatically on each floor, but just on Shabbat. So - they don't have to press the elevator buttons and use electricity!
Not all buildings have Shabbat elevators. My apartment building doesn't, but a lot of them here in Jerusalem do.

The cool thing is, no matter where our families lived or what traditions we all follow, we're all Jewish!

Anyhow - I have got to get to work, but I hope this answers your question.


Miss you,

Cousin Lonny

PS - ask Daddy if he can send me my 1st season of Lost dvds. Also - can he send them with some good ol' Jersey chicken parmesean and cannoli?