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I started this poem a while back in the summer after a rough morning commute on the number 2 train, and somehow didn't get the inspiration to finish it until now. Anyway, the poem is loosely based off that experience, and I am not necessarily the speaker in the poem.


Only Monday

Step out, step in,

let the new day begin!

People rushing, trains lagging and for heaven's sake! Some poor woman's baby

is gagging on a piece of cake she shouldn't have been having in the first place but...

no one is helping because they're too busy ignoring, or rushing from place to place thinking only of themselves and the rat race they're in...

And I'm a hypocrite.

But don't worry folks, have no fear!

The MTA is hear and on your side, so please,

sit back and enjoy the ride. We will get you to your destination,

and thanks for your patience. (Maybe not on time anymore, not even with the extra you left with this morning as a failsafe, but better late than never, right?)

Cheer up folks, it's only Monday!

Only Monday?

Only Monday?

It's only Monday and already I just missed the first train I was supposed to be on, got stuck on this one, lost a seat,  have to stand squished between two big, sweaty, business men, and am fifteen minutes late to a big, important meeting.

Only Monday?

If this is what Monday looks like...

it's going to be one long week.


Because This Is What the World Needs To See


This is the blog of a mother who made aliyah and whose son joined the army. Her most recent post (yesterday, the 29th) is of a letter written by a reserve soldier who was one of the ones who went to Gaza when they were searching for the explosives and tunnels. Notice: the letter isn't written by her own son (though she acknowledges in the post that her son has many of the same thoughts), but by another soldier.

I can't credit for finding this letter (a friend initially posted it in a Facebook note), but I am doing my best to help spread it because it's stuff like this that the world needs to see, but somehow never makes its way in the news. The media is too busy spreading the myth that the Israelis are monsters who kill without regard for life.

There is a BIG difference between accidentally harming civilians during a strike on a military operation, and only wanting to kill civilians.

An Open Letter to A citizen Of Gaza:
I Am the Soldier Who Slept In Your Home

By: Yishai G (reserve soldier)


While the world watches the ruins in Gaza, you return to your home which remains standing. However, I am sure that it is clear to you that someone was in your home while you were away.
I am that someone.

I spent long hours imagining how you would react when you walked into your home. How you would feel when you understood that IDF soldiers had slept on your mattresses and used your blankets to keep warm.

I knew that it would make you angry and sad and that you would feel this violation of the most intimate areas of your life by those defined as your enemies, with stinging humiliation. I am convinced that you hate me with unbridled hatred, and you do not have even the tiniest desire to hear what I have to say. At the same time, it is important for me to say the following in the hope that there is even the minutest chance that you will hear me.

I spent many days in your home. You and your family’s presence was felt in every corner. I saw your family portraits on the wall, and I thought of my family. I saw your wife’s perfume bottles on the bureau, and I thought of my wife. I saw your children’s toys and their English language schoolbooks. I saw your personal computer and how you set up the modem and wireless phone next to the screen, just as I do.

I wanted you to know that despite the immense disorder you found in your house that was created during a search for explosives and tunnels (which were indeed found in other homes), we did our best to treat your possessions with respect. When I moved the computer table, I disconnected the cables and lay them down neatly on the floor, as I would do with my own computer. I even covered the computer from dust with a piece of cloth. I tried to put back the clothes that fell when we moved the closet although not the same as you would have done, but at least in such a way that nothing would get lost.

I know that the devastation, the bullet holes in your walls and the destruction of those homes near you place my descriptions in a ridiculous light. Still, I need you to understand me, us, and hope that you will channel your anger and criticism to the right places.

I decided to write you this letter specifically because I stayed in your home.

I can surmise that you are intelligent and educated and there are those in your household that are university students. Your children learn English, and you are connected to the Internet. You are not ignorant; you know what is going on around you.

Therefore, I am sure you know that Qassam rockets were launched from your neighborhood into Israeli towns and cities.

How could you see these weekly launches and not think that one day we would say "enough"?! Did you ever consider that it is perhaps wrong to launch rockets at innocent civilians trying to lead a normal life, much like you? How long did you think we would sit back without reacting?

I can hear you saying "it’s not me, it’s Hamas". My intuition tells me you are not their most avid supporter. If you look closely at the sad reality in which your people live, and you do not try to deceive yourself or make excuses about "occupation", you must certainly reach the conclusion that the Hamas is your real enemy.

The reality is so simple, even a seven year old can understand: Israel withdrew from the Gaza strip, removing military bases and its citizens from Gush Katif. Nonetheless, we continued to provide you with electricity, water, and goods (and this I know very well as during my reserve duty I guarded the border crossings more than once, and witnessed hundreds of trucks full of goods entering a blockade-free Gaza every day).

Despite all this, for reasons that cannot be understood and with a lack of any rational logic, Hamas launched missiles on Israeli towns. For three years we clenched our teeth and restrained ourselves. In the end, we could not take it anymore and entered the Gaza strip, into your neighborhood, in order to remove those who want to kill us. A reality that is painful but very easy to explain.

As soon as you agree with me that Hamas is your enemy and because of them, your people are miserable, you will also understand that the change must come from within. I am acutely aware of the fact that what I say is easier to write than to do, but I do not see any other way. You, who are connected to the world and concerned about your children’s education, must lead, together with your friends, a civil uprising against Hamas.

I swear to you, that if the citizens of Gaza were busy paving roads, building schools, opening factories and cultural institutions instead of dwelling in self pity, arms smuggling and nurturing a hatred to your Israeli neighbors, your homes would not be in ruins right now. If your leaders were not corrupt and motivated by hatred, your home would not have been harmed. If someone would have stood up and shouted that there is no point in launching missiles on innocent civilians, I would not have to stand in your kitchen as a soldier.

You don’t have money, you tell me? You have more than you can imagine.

Even before Hamas took control of Gaza, during the time of Yasser Arafat, millions if not billions of dollars donated by the world community to the Palestinians was used for purchasing arms or taken directly to your leaders bank accounts. Gulf States, the emirates - your brothers, your flesh and blood, are some of the richest nations in the world. If there was even a small feeling of solidarity between Arab nations, if these nations had but the smallest interest in reconstructing the Palestinian people – your situation would be very different.

You must be familiar with Singapore. The land mass there is not much larger than the Gaza strip and it is considered to be the second most populated country in the world. Yet, Singapore is a successful, prospering, and well managed country. Why not the same for you?

My friend, I would like to call you by name, but I will not do so publicly. I want you to know that I am 100% at peace with what my country did, what my army did, and what I did. However, I feel your pain. I am sorry for the destruction you are finding in your neighborhood at this moment. On a personal level, I did what I could to minimize the damage to your home as much as possible.

In my opinion, we have a lot more in common than you might imagine. I am a civilian, not a soldier, and in my private life I have nothing to do with the military. However, I have an obligation to leave my home, put on a uniform, and protect my family every time we are attacked. I have no desire to be in your home wearing a uniform again and I would be more than happy to sit with you as a guest on your beautiful balcony, drinking sweet tea seasoned with the sage growing in your garden.

The only person who could make that dream a reality is you. Take responsibility for yourself, your family, your people, and start to take control of your destiny. How? I do not know. Maybe there is something to be learned from the Jewish people who rose up from the most destructive human tragedy of the 20th century, and instead of sinking into self-pity, built a flourishing and prospering country. It is possible, and it is in your hands. I am ready to be there to provide a shoulder of support and help to you.

But only you can move the wheels of history."


Yishai, (Reserve Soldier)

Till Death (1sentence challange, Harry/Betty Callahan)

And here it is! I finished the sentences much quicker than I thought I would. Possibly because I was too excited about writing my first Young Wizards fic. Whoot!!


Title: Till Death
Pairing: Harry Callahan x Betty Callahan
Theme Set: Alpha
Rating: G - PG13
Warnings: Um... much punctuation abuse, and some very mild references to sex.

"Till Death"


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1 Sentence Challenge

 So yesterday, I finally did it. I claimed my first pairing for the 1sentence  challenge, and am already about a fifth of the way done.

Basically the way things go is that you claim a pairing from any fandom, and then you write fifty sentences based off fifty themes in a set (there's alpha, beta, gamma, delta, and epsilon). I chose Harry and Betty Callahan for the Young Wizards Series, and I'm doing set Alpha.

Results will be posted both in the community and over here.

Post ShabbatThoughts - Parshat Va'eira 1/25/09

It was a pretty tame Shabbat this weekend. Friday night my mom and I lit candles, then settled in for some quiet reading time before we ate. I started this book called "Under Enemy Colors"  by S. Thomas Russel, a work of historical fiction about a Lieutenant in the British Navy. Started, I say, though I didn't get very far because the usual Friday night sleepiness soon overtook me, and I wound up taking a short nap before the meal. 

Then we ate, and as usual, our discussion wavered between serious subjects and nonsensical ones. 

In the morning we went to shul (synagogue), and I was surprised to see that our Rabbi wasn't there, but our new Rabbinic intern who was taking care of things. He's a good kid, and in a way, I prefer him to the Rabbi himself, though I am warming up to the man as he steps up to his position. Our congregation, to say the least, is a difficult one to get control of.

The RI spoke twice about the week's parsha, and posited some interesting ideas, though I don't remember what he said during his longer speech. RIght before we started the laining, he asked an interesting question.

Why does the Torah take time out before heading into the makot to tell us how old Moshe and Aharon were during this episode?

The RI answered first by acknowledging the fact that because this is a parsha most of us know because we learn it from when we were very young in school, and we recall it every year during Pesach. By not heading straight into the makot, God is giving us the chance to stop and reflect on what we have just read, and what we are about to read. And also, it makes us stop and think about how Moshe and Aharon were feeling during this whole episode. Both men were well above their seventies when they first went to ask Pharoh to let their people go! 

If you'll permit me, I'd now like to posit some of my own thoughts about Parshat Va'eira.

Even more than just being the start of the first redemption, I believe that this parsha is an important one in its own right. Because besides for proving the might of God, it also establishes several character traits that a proper Jew should have.

1. First and foremost, a Jew should always obey the word of God. We see this by the way the Torah constantly says, "And Moshe did so according to the word of God." In modern times, I believe this translates into doing the mitzvot properly, and listening to our Rabbis. 

2. A Jew should always be makir-tov, or express gratitude. Moshe Rabbeinu sets this example himself, by not performing the first and second makot. It would have been infinitely ungrateful for him to punish the river that saved his life when he was just a baby, or to punish the sand that hid the Egyptian he had killed. Yes, even though the Nile River and the sand were inanimate objects, Moshe was still makir-tov to the services they had provided him. Kal vachomer, we should show the same gratitude to human beings who show us kindness.

3. And last, but certainly not the least, the Jewish nation should always remain separate and apart. The whole reason God saw fit for the Jews to be redeemed was because they kept their manner of dress, their language, and their names. Essentially, there was no assimilation in Egypt. In turn, God repays them towards the end of the parsha by saying that He will separate the Jews from the Egyptians, in that the plagues would not affect any of the Jews. 

Finally, Parshat Va'eira also provides us with a warning. 

Pharoh had a big ego. Someone who called himself god must have had. And even confronted with direct proof of the existence of God, he kept hardening his heart and denying it. It was only until his own life was at stake that he finally admitted that God existed, even when all his servants had long ago recognized that fact.

From this we must learn that it is only with God's help exist, and if we follow the Torah and mitzvot, we will bring Mashiach.

[disclaimer: this d'var torah is imperfect, and some of the ideas are subject to change. please ask if you would like to use any of it.]

Young Wizards/Power Rangers Crossover

Yes, you heard me right.

This crazy idea popped into my head the other night after looking at a fic (though I've completely forgotten which one now), and it just won't leave me. Though it would only be a mild crossover, really, as the only YW character who would show up in the Power Rangers universe would be Peach, in all her scarlet and blue feathered glory. M'thinking about pairing her up with Eric Meyers, (NO, not in that way) though I'm not sure if I would have them meet BEFORE he becomes the Quantum Ranger, DURING his rangering time, or AFTER. 

OH, and there would be something about the morphers maybe being a form of wizardry, possibly something like Nita's charm bracelet. After all, why else would they only need one word or phrase to call their zords and weapons? Oh Lord! And maybe Zordon was one of the Powers That Be (because May The Power Protect You should really be May The PowerS Protect You), and Rita/Zed different manifestations of the Lone Power and... and...

Aw hell. Somebody stop me before this gets too crazy.

Comments? Thoughts? Questions? Answers?

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 Okay, so it's been half a year and I really have no excuse except to say that I knew I'd lose interest in posting here, even if I do periodically stop by to check out the latest postings in the MyriadWords group, a group dedicated to Young Wizards fanfiction, because there are some awesome writer's there, and I can't get enough of Tom/Carl (whatever you want to read into it.

However, I do need an outlet for some of my original fiction, and even fanfiction, that isn't ff.net (on which I haven't posted a thing for a long time either) or fictionpress (which I refuse to use because most of the stuff on there is absolute crap), or even theforce.net, which is a Star Wars site that has many parts to it, and also has an amazing writer base. 

So, while I still might not be updating every day, or even every week, I will try and update more often than I have.

Welcome Back!

Yes, welcome back to me! Or, mostly welcome back anyway. I honestly thought I'd keep up regularly with this when I first started, but real life had to but it's ugly head in didn't it?

Besides, 3 nearly 3 months still isn't as bad as I've seen some others.... Yes, terrible grammar, that, but it can't be helped at this hour of the morning.

Anyway, I've got a whole bunch of stuff for you to be posted either later today or tomorrow entirely. There's another original piece, but it's mostly bits and bits of poetry/songs. Yes, chords (guitar) will be posted if I have them. Next week you'll also be getting a semi dramatis personae (cast of characters) of the NaNoWrimo novel I'm in the early stages of plotting. And when I say early, I mean early. I have only a basic, basic plot idea, and nothing more than that. I'd love to get someone's opinion, if possible.

I guess that's it for now. See you all again real soon!

Good night, New York!