For many years – I honestly can’t recall how many – I have stated a personal goal of being a teacher. I did not hold back in any conversation using either the old preface “If I were to win the lottery, I would…” or “My actual career goal is to…” and the rejoinder was “…be a middle school or high school social studies teacher.” While I haven’t become exactly that, I am happy to be teaching Digital Marketing as an Adjunct at the Fashion Institute of Technology.
My joy has been further enhanced by being able to proudly and enviably live vicariously through my stepson Jacob who actually HAS become a high school social studies teacher (starting tomorrow!) at the People’s Prep charter school in Newark, NJ.
Teachers are one of the most valuable but underappreciated assets we have – and I don’t mean what I am doing – but what people like Jacob and others who give so much of their time and themselves to help others advance. I am sure 99% of us can name at least one teacher who inspired us to learn more, do more, work harder, or just be a better person. Mine were Frank Bent, Eileen Frankel, Jon Beauchamp, Mildred Lasky Beauchamp, Eleanor Birdsall, Mrs. Gunn, Robert Roman and Jim Nunno. I appreciate them and thank them.
It’s not often, at the age of 52, you can say you did something for the first time in your life. Well, this last Friday evening I did. I delivered the Dvar Torah at the Friday evening service at my synagogue. It is basically a five minute (as the Rabbi insisted!) oral book report on the story from the Torah being read that week. Here’s mine…
The Torah portion for this week is Balak, named for the evil King of Moab. There are six Torah portions named for individuals – Noach, Sarah, Yitro, Korach, Balak, and Pinchas. Three of them are named for non-Jews – Yitro, Noach, and Balak. Only one is named after an evil person, Balak. In this reading, we learn that Balak hires the prophet Balaam, who was a well-known character at the time, to curse the Jewish people as they approached Moab. The Israelites had already defeated both the Canaanites and the Amorites along their way, and the Moabites were next in the way. Balak wanted to stop them in their paths, or at least divert them from Moab.
There is a lot going on in this Torah portion, which is the only one in the Torah NOT told from the Jews’ perspective. The parsha not only includes a plague upon the Jews that results in the deaths of 24,000 because of sexual transgressions but also has the only reference to a talking donkey found in the Torah. Now, the use of a talking donkey in literature has been used for impact and symbolism in other great works, including Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream and of course Shrek 1, 2 and 3! What struck me the most, however, was Balaam’s observation of the way the Jews had arranged their tents and how that observation affects us to this day.
He observed that the tents were set up so that no one’s tent opening was across from anyone else’s tent opening. This observation, a short sentence in Numbers chapter 24, verse 5, has come to have great meaning and relevance in our prayers every day. We begin every morning service with it: “Ma tovu ohalekha Ya’akov, mishk’notekha Yisra’el.” In English “How great are your tents, O Jacob, your dwelling places, O Israel!” Our daily use of this phrase itself has had some controversy over the centuries with one Rabbi in the 1500’s actively campaigning to remove it from the daily prayers because it was stated by the evil Balaam.
Over the years the Rabbis have interpreted this to be an observation by Balaam of a society of mutual dependence, modesty, trust, and mutual respect; qualities that to this day have kept the Jewish community strong. What is important to note is that the Israelites behaved this way without knowing they were being watched. It is what they did. How would our society be different today if this is how we all acted? If we had trust and mutual respect of everyone? If we behaved in this way whether we knew someone was watching or not? If we, as individuals, not only respected others but also trusted others for what they do in their tents, in their homes, in their everyday lives and coupled that with exhibiting behaviors that displayed an integrity and humanity, whether someone was watching or not?
But why many ask has this been adopted as the first sentence to be stated as you enter the synagogue and begin your daily prayers. This, of course, has been debated over the years. Many believe it to be a reminder – of both the well-being of the physicality of our dwellings and places of prayer AND the intellectual and emotional well-being of where we live and pray; of our community. This little sentence, spoken by a bit player in our Torah, has taken on such grand meaning and introspection for us in our daily prayers. So next time you sing “Ma Tovu”, think about it, think about our homes, our synagogue, our community, and ask yourself if you are doing what you can to keep them “in order” physically, intellectually and emotionally, whether someone is watching or not.
Heading uptown on the 1 train, I boarded along with the man seated on the left in this photo, let’s call him Don. The man on the right was already sitting there, let’s call him Roger.
Don, dressed in an expensive suit with a fancy silk tie, pulls a section of the USA Today from his very nice brown leather briefcase. Roger, who unfortunately apparently has had years of dental issues and has but one tooth remaining, leans over and asks “So, what’s the good news?”
Don turns to Roger and says, “Trump. Trump is the good news! He is going to get rid of all the waste in the government. It’s about time someone runs it like a business.” Roger retorts “That’s interesting, I never heard a businessman’s perspective on Trump. That’s very interesting.” They continued briefly on about Trump for about a minute. I figured it would end there. Au contraire!
Don now leans over to Roger and asks, “So who do you think is going to win this thing?”, obviously referring to the upcoming NCAA tournament and showing Roger the brackets. Don said he was going with Villanova because he was from the Philadelphia area. Roger thought Gonzaga would do well. Then that conversation ended.
Not half a minute later, Roger turns to Don and wishes him a Happy St. Patrick’s Day and asks him if he has any plans to be drinking some green beer. Don said he doesn’t drink and has no plans. Roger suggested lemonade. Green lemonade. Don said he might try that and they discussed how neither had anything green to wear.
Roger then shared a movie recommendation with Don, pulling me into the conversation. “Have you ever seen ‘Leprechaun in the Hood‘? Ice-T is in it and it’s hilarious and scary at the same time. You can catch it on Netflix.” I asked what it was rated but he wasn’t sure. Roger insisted again, “You gotta see it!” as I made note of it on my phone. Don seemed less interested although I watched him silently mouth the words of the movie title with a clear question mark following them. We were approaching my stop on 79th Street, when Roger informed both of us, “If you see this movie, you will never f**k with a leprechaun ever again!” Duly noted. Thanks Roger.
I was walking through the 34th Street / Herald Square subway station yesterday and walked by an area being renovated. The renovations had exposed a sign for Korvette’s embedded in the tile. It brought back fond memories of the Korvette’s my mother used to take us to in Paramus, NJ.
Korvette’s was the place I bought my 45’s (also known as 45 rpm records, or singles), most of which I still have. I remember my Uncle Jack telling me that E.J. Korvette, which was the full name of the retail chain, was short for “Eight Jewish Korean Veterans” who founded the store.
Uncle Jack just happened to be a Jewish veteran, but of World War II [Uncle Gasper, on the other hand, was a Korean vet, but not Jewish]. Unfortunately, the story about the eight Jewish vets was not true. I did however find an interesting tidbit about WHY this sign was where it was, which you can read here.
This post, however, was not intended to be about Korvette’s (although a future one likely will be). This post is about “Digital Urban Commercial Archaeology”. I am going on the record as the FOUNDER of this discipline! Also as the founder of the Society for Digital Urban Commercial Archaeology. Watch for our website soon (www.sduca.org) and if you want membership information, contact email@example.com.
So what is it? It is the piecing together of the history of the findings of remnants of old businesses in an urban setting by searching for information online. Yes I made it up… but I realized it is what I do, so might as well call it something.
Below are other findings from my photo collection that I will be researching and sharing in future posts. See you then!
So this guy is sitting next to me on the train… he starts doing his email on his iPhone so every time he sends one it goes “Swoosh!”. I’m thinking “OK, a couple of emails and he’s done.” Nope. Now it’s time for solitaire. Dink. Dink. Doink. Dink. “Hey dude, you can put that Jack on the Queen…and either turn your effing volume off or put in some earphones!” No, I didn’t verbalize it.
Why is it that people think it’s fine to engage in their own form of entertainment and share the sound with the rest of us? For decades, the Surgeon General told people smoking could kill them. It wasn’t until the scientists showed that second-hand smoke could kill the other guy that smoking bans popped up all over the country! [Which of course pushed those smokers out to the street where sidewalk pedestrians like me get to partake in their smoke…but we saved the other bar patrons from it!]
I’m going to start a movement. Going to find some scientists who will prove his stupid game sounds will cause me cancer or deafness or a mental breakdown. That’ll do it!
By the way, I think while I was tapping this out, he glanced over here, saw the title, and turned off his sound. What’s the word for visual eavesdropping?
Let’s say you’re a well-off New York woman in the late 19th century, and you’re on an excursion to Ladies Mile—the area roughly between Broadway and Sixth Avenue and 10th and 23rd Streets where the city’s chicest emporiums and boutiques were located. Shopping is time-consuming, and your stomach starts growling. Where could you grab a […]
I realized that I knew several people with today, September 16th, as their birthday [Maria, Donna, Breyon, and Emily… at least]. That led me to wonder what the most common birthday was – well it turns out there are several answers. I have checked a number of studies and there seems to be three common answers: September 16th, September 30th and October 5th. That of course leads to the question of what is the average human gestation period? Answer: 280 days. Now, doing the math backwards from those three dates you get December 11th, December 25th, and December 31st. I guess two of those are no surprise.
By the way, besides February 29th, the least common birthday is December 25th.