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Going on Blog Hiatus

19 Dec


I don’t know what happened, but I don’t really have anything more to write about. I feel empty. Not in a bad way. It feels more like I’ve taken a good soul dump. I’ve pretty much written about everything that’s been building up and bothering me, and I don’t feel the need to vent.

Maybe it’s because my goals were unrealistic. I think I’m trying to connect and commiserate with you all, to gain some camaraderie, not to feel so alone with my thoughts eating away at me. But there’s only so far you can feel connected with people who stay anonymous and out of reach of reality. And if I’m being totally honest, it was probably also to gain approval. It’s hard to really think deeply about some things that have always confused you, and figure out an answer, and not have anyone to share it with. I mean, it’s not like I can actually do anything with the answer, right? I’m not going to run away and join a neo-frum commune somewhere.

So I shared it online in the hopes of clearing things up for some other people out there. Maybe I thought I’d have an impact on the community that way. Maybe it has.

I hope it has. I hope some of you have at least gotten some comfort knowing that you’re not alone in thinking/feeling like you do, even if it hasn’t impacted anything you actually do.

So I think I’m going to slow down on the writing for now. I have a few half-formed ideas up the pipeline which might pop out sometime soon. But Baal Habos, Gutman Braun, Dan, Ben Kaye, Johnthesavage, Tesyaa, Rants, and everybody else, it was great schmoozing, and I’ll see you around Frumsatire, Dovbear, and all the rest. Ciao.

Oh yeah- if you have any pieces you still want me to post, I’m always happy to do so. And we’re getting 100 hits a day now, so if anybody has another idea for what to do with the blog, post a comment, and let’s discuss it. It seems like a waste to just throw it away.

I was actually thinking of setting up some kind of disenfranchised frum and ex-frum shadchan service. But I’m not sure about the logistics. How would that work exactly? The furthest I’ve gotten is people post profiles and people contact me (or whoever the behind the scenes guy would be) to match them up with profiles they find attractive. We’d have to have some kind of security login of course, so we couldn’t use a blog for this, but I don’t know how we’d spread the word, considering that the only reason we need a service is because everyone’s so hush-hush about this issue. This sounds like a job for Facebook. Anyone?


JBlog Resurrector

14 Sep

I'm sorry.

There’s some great stuff out there on old defunct blogs. I’ve been saying for a while- mostly to myself- that someone who’s been active in the Jblogosphere since early on (I’m looking at you Baal Habos) should really make a collection of all the best posts so newcomers can read them. Maybe a few people can get together and bring up posts they generally agree are important/funny/historic etc, and post the results in one megablog.

Regardless of whether anything actually happens, I think I’m gonna start posting some of them here. (If you find anything you like, please send it in via email or comment.) Here’s a cute one from the now defunct MOChassid:

Like Father, Like Son

For the nine-plus years that I have been going to my shul one thing has been very constant. Every Shabbos afternoon, one of the old-timers sits directly across from the Rebbe during Seudah Shlishis and immediately falls asleep when the Rebbe starts to talk. Not sometimes. Not most times. Every week, mamash.

This week his son, who lives in Israel, came for Shabbos. His son sat next to his father during Seudah Shlishis. As soon as the Rebbe opened his mouth to speak, the two of them nodded out. A double-bobble-head-doll effect.

It was a beautiful thing.

How Did This Happen?!

18 Jul

How George RR Martin wants to look

I wrote this piece a few months ago for Frumsatire, but I like it too much not to put it up here too:

Today I was doing what they used to call a cheshbon hanefesh. You know, reflecting on my life. I must say: I’m unimpressed with the results. How did it come to pass that the highlight of my day is writing articles anonymously for someone else’s blog. When did it go so terribly, terribly wrong?

By this time in life, I was supposed to be a rich and powerful spy/weapons dealer. Or at least close to it. To date, I think zero of my friends are Arab dictators or African warlords. And I can’t pull off wearing a bluetooth at work. NO! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!

And what happened to my early high school romance with a blond girl with low self-esteem? I was supposed to make her feel cool, while she pulled me away from a life of crime. Where was she? I bet she used to hang out at Netanya’s. But the Yeshiva didn’t let us go there! We could get kicked out! Curse you, Hanhalah! Curse you to hell!

Come to think of it, I don’t have a lightsaber either. And I’d just be fooling myself if I thought I could still get into the Jedi Academy now. Anakin was too old at 6 years old, and he was the chosen one! I’ll never have the chance to develop my force powers. Wait, maybe I’m chosen-er than him? Nah, that’s probably stupid.

Well, at least Mass Effect 3 is coming out soon. I’ll just have to play that while I wait for an old man to come and take me on an adventure. My family will probably have to be killed in a horrible way to justify my blood-lust, but I’m willing to make that sacrifice.

How George RR Martin actually looks