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I work for a publishing company that is rather big on philanthropy: medical causes, educational causes, women's causes, among others. Two years ago they began a program in which our readers/ our authors submit nominations of people who are working on behalf of a cause or have started a foundation, etc. A company panel reads the letters and chooses five winners. Each winner receives $10,000 U.S. on behalf of their charity/cause and then our company has one of our better-known writers write a story, a fictionalized depiction of the person and their cause. The five stories are then published in an anthology and sold.
http://www.eharlequin.com/cms/charity/moreThanWords.jhtml
Yesterday, we had a company meeting; one of this year's recipients was there to talk about her cause -- Melissa's Living Legacy Foundation.
http://www.teenslivingwithcancer.org/about/mllf.asp
Her daughter, Melissa, who died of cancer a few years back was the inspiration for her starting a cause. This group tries to raise funds to help teens living with cancer. They recently started a web site that attracts countless teens who are looking for medical information, for support systems, for new friends.
What is astounding to learn is that teens are sort of the forgotten population when it comes to being treated for cancer. They are usually treated in pediatric hospitals or in adult hospitals. But they are neither children nor adults--their needs are different than the other two categories, and as many of them are undergoing major life/hormonal changes, it is a truly difficult time to be diagnosed or treated for cancer.
I listened to this mother, thought about her living hell with a sick daughter and the subsequent hell that has become her life since her daughter passed away. But I also thought of the good that she has done since her daughter's passing.
Yesterday morning I had a massive headache when I woke up; to sit in the audience and listen to this mother and try to hold back the tears that wanted to plummet down (yes, I meant to use that verb) my cheeks built up the pressure in my head and made my headache worse. But I knew that my headache pain was only temporary. Melissa's mother's pain is not.
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I sat there and thought about young people I knew, whom I went to high school with who were stricken with cancer and didn't make it. And I thought about young people I didn't know, but knew about, who also succumbed to their cancers.
Ariel Chaim Avrech was one of those young people. He is the reason that I will be going to California -- I will be attending the second annual Ariel Chaim Avrech Yahrzeit lecture.
And from what I've learned about Ariel, I know that he left behind a living legacy of "More than Words."
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
I've Got That Holiday Feeling
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My brain has gone on vacation -- WITHOUT MY BODY!
I'm still in Toronto, but my head is in California, specifically Los Angeles and Beverly Hills.
What's it doin' there, you ask?
I guess it's casin' the joint, checking things out until my body can join it in a few weeks' time.
It's MAPQUESTing and GOOGLEing and doing that kind of research stuff, just so when I get there, my body will know what to do and where to go.
My brain already knows who I'm going to meet when I'm in LA-LA Land: at least three fellow bloggers, and perhaps some commenters, too. My brain isn't quite sure, though, what to do now that it has that information. Right now my brain is telling me I should be excited about these face-to-face encounters...and I am. I will be meeting people with whom I exchange playful banter, heartfelt emotions and serious thoughts. Hopefully they will see that I am the same in person as I am on a computer screen. Will I give them any reason to think any less of me when the words I speak are not tapped away on a keyboard, but come from my mouth? I can't make a comment and then hit a DELETE key; everything I say -- and do -- will be the equivalent of the PUBLISH key.
Hey, I think my brain is visiting Hollywood Boulevard as I'm typing this. It already checked out West Pico. Hey, brain, wait for me....
I'll let you people know when my body has arrived to meet my brain.
My brain has gone on vacation -- WITHOUT MY BODY!
I'm still in Toronto, but my head is in California, specifically Los Angeles and Beverly Hills.
What's it doin' there, you ask?
I guess it's casin' the joint, checking things out until my body can join it in a few weeks' time.
It's MAPQUESTing and GOOGLEing and doing that kind of research stuff, just so when I get there, my body will know what to do and where to go.
My brain already knows who I'm going to meet when I'm in LA-LA Land: at least three fellow bloggers, and perhaps some commenters, too. My brain isn't quite sure, though, what to do now that it has that information. Right now my brain is telling me I should be excited about these face-to-face encounters...and I am. I will be meeting people with whom I exchange playful banter, heartfelt emotions and serious thoughts. Hopefully they will see that I am the same in person as I am on a computer screen. Will I give them any reason to think any less of me when the words I speak are not tapped away on a keyboard, but come from my mouth? I can't make a comment and then hit a DELETE key; everything I say -- and do -- will be the equivalent of the PUBLISH key.
Hey, I think my brain is visiting Hollywood Boulevard as I'm typing this. It already checked out West Pico. Hey, brain, wait for me....
I'll let you people know when my body has arrived to meet my brain.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Long Ago, and Oh So Far Away...
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Nostalgia time (aka blog filler time)!
When I was a young kid I watched some good shows, and even better movies.
My earliest 1960s TV memories, aside from the variety TV shows the Lawrence Welk Show, the Ed Sullivan Show (family nights for both of them), Wonderful World of Disney, the Red Skelton Show, the Jackie Gleason Show were the sitcoms The Mothers-in-Law; the Phyllis Diller Show. I was pretty young when they were around, but remember them.
As for my memories of early movies, I loved Ma and Pa Kettle films, the Marx Brothers movies, Bob Hope ("Going Down the Road") movies, Westerns, Disney movies, Shirley Temple movies, Mickey Rooney/Judy Garland movies.("C'mon gang, let's go put on a musical!") The list goes on, the memories go on...and life goes on.
Tell me what early TV/movie memories you have.
Nostalgia time (aka blog filler time)!
When I was a young kid I watched some good shows, and even better movies.
My earliest 1960s TV memories, aside from the variety TV shows the Lawrence Welk Show, the Ed Sullivan Show (family nights for both of them), Wonderful World of Disney, the Red Skelton Show, the Jackie Gleason Show were the sitcoms The Mothers-in-Law; the Phyllis Diller Show. I was pretty young when they were around, but remember them.
As for my memories of early movies, I loved Ma and Pa Kettle films, the Marx Brothers movies, Bob Hope ("Going Down the Road") movies, Westerns, Disney movies, Shirley Temple movies, Mickey Rooney/Judy Garland movies.("C'mon gang, let's go put on a musical!") The list goes on, the memories go on...and life goes on.
Tell me what early TV/movie memories you have.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Something's Fishy
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I've read blogs that have shared recipes, so I'm going to share one here. I guarantee that you bloggers who try it or pass it on to your wives to make will be surprised by how easy and tasty a recipe this is.
Take one store-bought, freezer section's gefilte fish loaf, and let it thaw enough so that you can slice it. Once sliced, dunk slices one at a time in matzoh meal or bread crumbs so that complete slice is covered. (sometimes I have to give slices a light and quick rinse under water before placing it in the crumbs, so that crumbs stick). Then slowly pan-fry with little or no oil till side is browned; turn over and repeat.
Serve warm or cold.
Children may not eat gefilte fish, but they certainly eat these gefilte fish patties. Can be eaten with horseradish, ketchup, mayonnaise or nothing. I like topping my slices with babaganoush!
Be'teavon. Enjoy. The hostess will no doubt be fishin' for compliments when all is said and done -- I mean EATEN.
I've read blogs that have shared recipes, so I'm going to share one here. I guarantee that you bloggers who try it or pass it on to your wives to make will be surprised by how easy and tasty a recipe this is.
Take one store-bought, freezer section's gefilte fish loaf, and let it thaw enough so that you can slice it. Once sliced, dunk slices one at a time in matzoh meal or bread crumbs so that complete slice is covered. (sometimes I have to give slices a light and quick rinse under water before placing it in the crumbs, so that crumbs stick). Then slowly pan-fry with little or no oil till side is browned; turn over and repeat.
Serve warm or cold.
Children may not eat gefilte fish, but they certainly eat these gefilte fish patties. Can be eaten with horseradish, ketchup, mayonnaise or nothing. I like topping my slices with babaganoush!
Be'teavon. Enjoy. The hostess will no doubt be fishin' for compliments when all is said and done -- I mean EATEN.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Fade to "Twilight Zone" Music
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Someone up there is trying to tell me something...in a most subtle way. I think it's time to stop being on the Internet so much, reading others' blogs, writing my own, and commenting on blogs when moved to do so.
For the past fifteen minutes, I was scanning down the list of favorite blogs I've marked via shortcuts on my home computer. Funnily enough, I could access everyone else's, but not my own! As many times as I tried, I was met with a blank screen.
I finally managed to get in through the Blogger site and felt the need to record this Twilight Zone event.
Okay....everyone all together now; follow the bouncing ball: "Doodoo doo doo, doodoo doo doo..." ("Twilight Zone" theme song; if you don't understand the "bouncing ball" reference, then that's pretty sad, too. Just think pre-Karaoke days...)
Someone up there is trying to tell me something...in a most subtle way. I think it's time to stop being on the Internet so much, reading others' blogs, writing my own, and commenting on blogs when moved to do so.
For the past fifteen minutes, I was scanning down the list of favorite blogs I've marked via shortcuts on my home computer. Funnily enough, I could access everyone else's, but not my own! As many times as I tried, I was met with a blank screen.
I finally managed to get in through the Blogger site and felt the need to record this Twilight Zone event.
Okay....everyone all together now; follow the bouncing ball: "Doodoo doo doo, doodoo doo doo..." ("Twilight Zone" theme song; if you don't understand the "bouncing ball" reference, then that's pretty sad, too. Just think pre-Karaoke days...)
Sideways
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I am not much of a film-goer, and if I do see a film, generally it's a family film. Yes, I love animation and computer graphics and usually think the work is brilliant and so realistic. I have no shame in admitting even kids' movie soundtracks can have me crying, and trying to hide the tears from my kids and hubby as soon as the theater house lights come up.
Recently we rented two DVD's -- one for family/kids' entertainment and one for grown-up entertainment (I figured "adult entertainment" doesn't sound so nice.) The family film was Shark Tale http://www.sharktale.com/ -- we all enjoyed it, although there were no real laugh-out-loud moments for anyone. I, however, laughed when my five-year-old asked me in the middle of the film, "Where's Nemo?" Guess he's seen one animated film too many!
I am fascinated by the graphics animation and the myriad details that go into making a film such as this. The characterization and physical traits of the voice-over actors (Robert De Niro, Martin Scorcese, Will Smith, Angelina Jolie for examples) are so closely linked, I can't help but smile inwardly as I think how the many fine nuances of these actors have been captured on-screen for the audience. Of course, children wouldn't recognize this, but we adults do, and are most appreciative of what we're viewing.
Many of these children's animated films are truly grown-up films -- the jokes, the innuendos, the references are tangible for us, if not for children. But they are seeking their own reasons for considering it a good film. Shark Tale passed the test for this family, young and old(er)!
Once the kids were in their beds for the night, hubby and I had tuned in to the second feature, Sideways. My husband had already seen the film at the theater with a male friend several months earlier, but wanted to rent it for me to watch. Am I ever glad he did!
Although slow-moving, it was a brilliant film -- in its casting, in its story line, in its setting, in its photography, in its characterization, in its story within a story, along with the insights to fine wines: wine-tasting, bouquets, clarity, flavor, aging, etc.
Perhaps had I seen the film in a theater, I might have found it more slow-moving, but in the comfort of our family room, with the chance to lounge on the sofa, I found it satisfying, and what I call to be "a thinking man's movie." There's a lot of introspection being done by one of the main characters, and although it's not him who is supposed to be taking a metaphorical journey before marriage, but just leading the way, he also becomes a passenger as he explores his past, present and future relationships and examines himself and his qualities against those of other characters.
This film is quirky and simple and was just right for my husband and I to enjoy -- it's not often that we're both agreeable on viewing a film. I'm pleased that Sideways was one film that we could agree on!
I am not much of a film-goer, and if I do see a film, generally it's a family film. Yes, I love animation and computer graphics and usually think the work is brilliant and so realistic. I have no shame in admitting even kids' movie soundtracks can have me crying, and trying to hide the tears from my kids and hubby as soon as the theater house lights come up.
Recently we rented two DVD's -- one for family/kids' entertainment and one for grown-up entertainment (I figured "adult entertainment" doesn't sound so nice.) The family film was Shark Tale http://www.sharktale.com/ -- we all enjoyed it, although there were no real laugh-out-loud moments for anyone. I, however, laughed when my five-year-old asked me in the middle of the film, "Where's Nemo?" Guess he's seen one animated film too many!
I am fascinated by the graphics animation and the myriad details that go into making a film such as this. The characterization and physical traits of the voice-over actors (Robert De Niro, Martin Scorcese, Will Smith, Angelina Jolie for examples) are so closely linked, I can't help but smile inwardly as I think how the many fine nuances of these actors have been captured on-screen for the audience. Of course, children wouldn't recognize this, but we adults do, and are most appreciative of what we're viewing.
Many of these children's animated films are truly grown-up films -- the jokes, the innuendos, the references are tangible for us, if not for children. But they are seeking their own reasons for considering it a good film. Shark Tale passed the test for this family, young and old(er)!
Once the kids were in their beds for the night, hubby and I had tuned in to the second feature, Sideways. My husband had already seen the film at the theater with a male friend several months earlier, but wanted to rent it for me to watch. Am I ever glad he did!
Although slow-moving, it was a brilliant film -- in its casting, in its story line, in its setting, in its photography, in its characterization, in its story within a story, along with the insights to fine wines: wine-tasting, bouquets, clarity, flavor, aging, etc.
Perhaps had I seen the film in a theater, I might have found it more slow-moving, but in the comfort of our family room, with the chance to lounge on the sofa, I found it satisfying, and what I call to be "a thinking man's movie." There's a lot of introspection being done by one of the main characters, and although it's not him who is supposed to be taking a metaphorical journey before marriage, but just leading the way, he also becomes a passenger as he explores his past, present and future relationships and examines himself and his qualities against those of other characters.
This film is quirky and simple and was just right for my husband and I to enjoy -- it's not often that we're both agreeable on viewing a film. I'm pleased that Sideways was one film that we could agree on!
Sunday, May 15, 2005
If I Could Be... (tagged by Life-of-Rubin)
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I have to choose five of the starters below and tag three more people, so here goes nothing:
If I could be a scientist...If I could be a farmer...If I could be a musician...If I could be a doctor...If I could be a painter...If I could be a gardener...If I could be a missionary...If I could be a chef...If I could be an architect...If I could be a linguist...If I could be a psychologist...If I could be a librarian...If I could be an athlete...If I could be a lawyer...If I could be an inn-keeper...If I could be a professor...If I could be a writer...If I could be a llama-rider...If I could be a bonnie pirate...If I could be an astronaut...If I could be a world famous blogger...If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...If I could be married to any current famous political figure... If I could be a rabbi...
1. If I could be an architect I'd design myself a modern-looking home featuring lots of glass, stone and wood. It would be built on a pyramid-like design, each level backing into a forest setting. Lots of windows, lots of natural rock, and wood decks bordering all sides of the house.
2. If I could be a gardener I would have a greenhouse used specifically for therapeutic purposes. I would have shut-ins, seniors, physically and mentally challenged children and adults come and learn how to maintain flowers and plants and watch the fruits of their labor thrive.
3. If I could be an inn-keeper I'd maintain an exclusive Kosher bed-and-breakfast in the Hamptons, or in the Berkshires, or in the Swiss Alps, and cater to a finer clientele who appreciate the accomodations and the "haimesche" atmosphere.
4. If I could be a painter I'd probably work in watercolors and create scenes by the Seine, or tranquil landscapes of meadows and forests or serene, beatific portraits of innocence, ie. babies and young children.
5. If I could be a writer I'd write countless children's picture books and humorous personal essays and incessant blogs that would grab each and every reader's interest.
I will now pass the baton to Rabbi Neil Fleischmann, Rochelle Krich and Mirty. (Hope they're each okay with this honor!)
I have to choose five of the starters below and tag three more people, so here goes nothing:
If I could be a scientist...If I could be a farmer...If I could be a musician...If I could be a doctor...If I could be a painter...If I could be a gardener...If I could be a missionary...If I could be a chef...If I could be an architect...If I could be a linguist...If I could be a psychologist...If I could be a librarian...If I could be an athlete...If I could be a lawyer...If I could be an inn-keeper...If I could be a professor...If I could be a writer...If I could be a llama-rider...If I could be a bonnie pirate...If I could be an astronaut...If I could be a world famous blogger...If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...If I could be married to any current famous political figure... If I could be a rabbi...
1. If I could be an architect I'd design myself a modern-looking home featuring lots of glass, stone and wood. It would be built on a pyramid-like design, each level backing into a forest setting. Lots of windows, lots of natural rock, and wood decks bordering all sides of the house.
2. If I could be a gardener I would have a greenhouse used specifically for therapeutic purposes. I would have shut-ins, seniors, physically and mentally challenged children and adults come and learn how to maintain flowers and plants and watch the fruits of their labor thrive.
3. If I could be an inn-keeper I'd maintain an exclusive Kosher bed-and-breakfast in the Hamptons, or in the Berkshires, or in the Swiss Alps, and cater to a finer clientele who appreciate the accomodations and the "haimesche" atmosphere.
4. If I could be a painter I'd probably work in watercolors and create scenes by the Seine, or tranquil landscapes of meadows and forests or serene, beatific portraits of innocence, ie. babies and young children.
5. If I could be a writer I'd write countless children's picture books and humorous personal essays and incessant blogs that would grab each and every reader's interest.
I will now pass the baton to Rabbi Neil Fleischmann, Rochelle Krich and Mirty. (Hope they're each okay with this honor!)
I Can Name That Post...in Five Words or More
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Admit it, folks. Many of you are like me. You take time to think of a catchy title for each and every post of yours. It's not a science; it's an art.
Each one of us has suddenly become a copywriter; we are looking to brand ourselves and our product -- in my case, Pearlies of Wisdom -- and we are looking to attract new interest or maintain any interest in what we have to say -- in this case, readers and commenters.
And so many of us are witty or punny or blunt or crass in how we name our post-of-the-day. Surprisingly, doing so attracts people. But read on in the post and you might be surprised that it has NOTHING to do with what the title inferred. A play on words can be a great snare!
For example, my post before this one is named "Rabbi Witty"--I know of more than one Rabbi Witty in Toronto. If one of their family members just happens to read that header, they might think I'm writing about the patriarchs of the families. But read on in the post, and it's not so.
I chose early on to have my posts linked to JRants.com. Whenever I have a new offering, it's listed on there. The title of my post might intrigue someone enough to link to my blog, and so I might have gained a new, if just even a one-time reader.
I enjoy giving my posts eye-catching titles, and I equally enjoy reading eye-catching titles on other posts.
After all, you rarely, if ever, get a second chance to make a first impression...
Admit it, folks. Many of you are like me. You take time to think of a catchy title for each and every post of yours. It's not a science; it's an art.
Each one of us has suddenly become a copywriter; we are looking to brand ourselves and our product -- in my case, Pearlies of Wisdom -- and we are looking to attract new interest or maintain any interest in what we have to say -- in this case, readers and commenters.
And so many of us are witty or punny or blunt or crass in how we name our post-of-the-day. Surprisingly, doing so attracts people. But read on in the post and you might be surprised that it has NOTHING to do with what the title inferred. A play on words can be a great snare!
For example, my post before this one is named "Rabbi Witty"--I know of more than one Rabbi Witty in Toronto. If one of their family members just happens to read that header, they might think I'm writing about the patriarchs of the families. But read on in the post, and it's not so.
I chose early on to have my posts linked to JRants.com. Whenever I have a new offering, it's listed on there. The title of my post might intrigue someone enough to link to my blog, and so I might have gained a new, if just even a one-time reader.
I enjoy giving my posts eye-catching titles, and I equally enjoy reading eye-catching titles on other posts.
After all, you rarely, if ever, get a second chance to make a first impression...
"Rabbi Witty"
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I've recently happened on to this blog, NY's Funniest Rabbi.
Rabbi Neil Fleischmann is funny; he's sharp; he's an intellect; and he writes poetry. What more can an audience -- or a congregation -- ask for?
Read and enjoy.
I've recently happened on to this blog, NY's Funniest Rabbi.
Rabbi Neil Fleischmann is funny; he's sharp; he's an intellect; and he writes poetry. What more can an audience -- or a congregation -- ask for?
Read and enjoy.
Friday, May 13, 2005
The J*A*P Chronicles
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I like the notion of this book that is being released next week. I look forward to reading it if I can get my hands on a copy.
I know JAPS. I went to school with them. In our high school yearbook graduation forms, some of these same females wrote under "DISLIKES: JAPS."
Someone should have bought these girls mirrors -- oops, I guess they did. Vanity mirrors.
These same females are now hanging out at the mall, at the gym, at the local cafes.
I'm not.
I like the notion of this book that is being released next week. I look forward to reading it if I can get my hands on a copy.
I know JAPS. I went to school with them. In our high school yearbook graduation forms, some of these same females wrote under "DISLIKES: JAPS."
Someone should have bought these girls mirrors -- oops, I guess they did. Vanity mirrors.
These same females are now hanging out at the mall, at the gym, at the local cafes.
I'm not.
Okay, and a One...and a Two...and a Three
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Yes, people, I'm back -- for the third time -- with an excerpt from a published book. Care to share? You know how it's done; someone adds to the original excerpt, and subsequent (hopefully there will be some!) contributors add to the person before them. Have fun. Here goes...
The thought of Mom being upset and guilt-ridden was an interesting reversal. I have to admit, it was strangely liberating.
Yes, people, I'm back -- for the third time -- with an excerpt from a published book. Care to share? You know how it's done; someone adds to the original excerpt, and subsequent (hopefully there will be some!) contributors add to the person before them. Have fun. Here goes...
The thought of Mom being upset and guilt-ridden was an interesting reversal. I have to admit, it was strangely liberating.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Freudian Slip(covers)
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Some years ago at my job, I was editing a Christmas story called "I Heard the Rabbits Singing."
I was supposed to note the title at the start of each chapter, and more than halfway into the manuscript, I noticed what in fact I'd been writing:
"I Heard the Rabbis Singing."
Some Christmas story that would've made, huh?
Some years ago at my job, I was editing a Christmas story called "I Heard the Rabbits Singing."
I was supposed to note the title at the start of each chapter, and more than halfway into the manuscript, I noticed what in fact I'd been writing:
"I Heard the Rabbis Singing."
Some Christmas story that would've made, huh?
Could I Please Have Your John Hancock?
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When I was young(er), I used to like to sign my name everywhere, practicing it in flowery script with hearts and flowers, or very jagged script or printing. In a sense, I was having autograph sessions for myself, checking out my handwriting from all different angles and styles.
As I got older, of course my handwriting evolved, as did my personality. And it seems as if my handwriting reflected those changes, as well. It was okay to have flare, and not take as much care with each letter, each rounded shape -- my handwriting became a combination of cursive and print. My handwriting took liberties in how it presented itself.
When I was at the dating stage, I used to practice writing my name along with my male interest of the moment. I was playing, and it was all a game. But when I met my husband-to-be, it felt better than a game, it felt like real-life. And so I practiced writing my name, together with my maiden name, together with my now-husband's last name. Then I'd practice writing my first name with just his last name. And then I practiced writing Mr. and Mrs. ______ & Pearl _______.
And I discovered that practice makes perfect!
I'm hoping that theory applies to my future/intended "career" as a published author. I've practiced writing "autographs" for people who will have bought my children's book, Dance Me a Dance...Please
http://wwwpearliesofwisdom.blogspot.com/2005/05/dance-me-danceplease.html
From the time that I wrote the manuscript and had it accepted for publication, I already wrote a dedication for the book and found myself a phrase to use in autographing copies at readings and children's book festivals.
And since I don't think I'll have a reason to put that phrase to use anytime soon on a title page, I'll share it with you folks: ...Dream a little dream yourself... Best wishes, Pearl _____.
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I'd like to know if any of you readers, male or female, have practiced the art of signing your name, as I have -- writing down your name along with that of a member of the opposite sex, someone whom you hoped to share your life with. Writing your name to practice how it would look on an important document or check. Writing a sample "autograph" to hypothetical fans.
And to those actual authors out there whom I know do read this blog, please share your thoughts, too. Did you ever practice your signature or autographed message before actually being able to put it to good use?
When I was young(er), I used to like to sign my name everywhere, practicing it in flowery script with hearts and flowers, or very jagged script or printing. In a sense, I was having autograph sessions for myself, checking out my handwriting from all different angles and styles.
As I got older, of course my handwriting evolved, as did my personality. And it seems as if my handwriting reflected those changes, as well. It was okay to have flare, and not take as much care with each letter, each rounded shape -- my handwriting became a combination of cursive and print. My handwriting took liberties in how it presented itself.
When I was at the dating stage, I used to practice writing my name along with my male interest of the moment. I was playing, and it was all a game. But when I met my husband-to-be, it felt better than a game, it felt like real-life. And so I practiced writing my name, together with my maiden name, together with my now-husband's last name. Then I'd practice writing my first name with just his last name. And then I practiced writing Mr. and Mrs. ______ & Pearl _______.
And I discovered that practice makes perfect!
I'm hoping that theory applies to my future/intended "career" as a published author. I've practiced writing "autographs" for people who will have bought my children's book, Dance Me a Dance...Please
http://wwwpearliesofwisdom.blogspot.com/2005/05/dance-me-danceplease.html
From the time that I wrote the manuscript and had it accepted for publication, I already wrote a dedication for the book and found myself a phrase to use in autographing copies at readings and children's book festivals.
And since I don't think I'll have a reason to put that phrase to use anytime soon on a title page, I'll share it with you folks: ...Dream a little dream yourself... Best wishes, Pearl _____.
***********
I'd like to know if any of you readers, male or female, have practiced the art of signing your name, as I have -- writing down your name along with that of a member of the opposite sex, someone whom you hoped to share your life with. Writing your name to practice how it would look on an important document or check. Writing a sample "autograph" to hypothetical fans.
And to those actual authors out there whom I know do read this blog, please share your thoughts, too. Did you ever practice your signature or autographed message before actually being able to put it to good use?
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
James Brown in the Yichud Room (knew that would grab your attention!)
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I drove home from work today the way I always drive -- one hand on the wheel, one hand on the radio tuner. I'm a notorious "tuner"/"channel changer"! I'll listen through a song or oftentimes just a few bars, and then I'm surfing the airwaves yet again. When I actually examine my habits, I realize that if the dial is set to a classical radio station, I'll keep it there for a longer time.
But any music I listen to grabs me...if only for a little while.
Today a James Brown song, "Papa's Got a Brand-New Bag," came on, and of course I had to listen to the whole song. Although James Brown is a caricature-like person to look at, his music is uplifting in its own way. His screaming voice, his grunts, the keyboards and drums in the background grab a great beat and stick to it. The music reminds me of days gone by, different clothing styles, different lingo, different world mentality.
As I listened to James's song, I couldn't help but have a flashback to my wedding day. Specifically following the chupah. Specifically in the yichud room.
Now I'm not sure what generally goes on in a yichud room between new husband and wife, and I've never bothered to consult with other newly-marrieds to take a poll. But I know how this newly-married at the time spent her time in the room.
Of course, my husband and I had both fasted that day, and it was probably after 7:00 p.m. by the time the chupah was over and we had our private time. I remember there being trays of hors d'oeuvres laid out for us, as well as drinks, but I wasn't hungry, even after the fasting. I was EXCITED, ELATED, ECSTATIC, ENTHUSIASTIC; I was someone wife, someone's daughter-in-law.
And what did I do to display my newfound energy? I kicked off my heeled shoes, picked up the hem of my beautiful wedding gown, started to dance and sing..."I Feel Good," one of James Brown's more famous tunes. It defined the moment, defined how I was feeling, defined my energy level.
Life was good. The night was young -- and I was married!
I drove home from work today the way I always drive -- one hand on the wheel, one hand on the radio tuner. I'm a notorious "tuner"/"channel changer"! I'll listen through a song or oftentimes just a few bars, and then I'm surfing the airwaves yet again. When I actually examine my habits, I realize that if the dial is set to a classical radio station, I'll keep it there for a longer time.
But any music I listen to grabs me...if only for a little while.
Today a James Brown song, "Papa's Got a Brand-New Bag," came on, and of course I had to listen to the whole song. Although James Brown is a caricature-like person to look at, his music is uplifting in its own way. His screaming voice, his grunts, the keyboards and drums in the background grab a great beat and stick to it. The music reminds me of days gone by, different clothing styles, different lingo, different world mentality.
As I listened to James's song, I couldn't help but have a flashback to my wedding day. Specifically following the chupah. Specifically in the yichud room.
Now I'm not sure what generally goes on in a yichud room between new husband and wife, and I've never bothered to consult with other newly-marrieds to take a poll. But I know how this newly-married at the time spent her time in the room.
Of course, my husband and I had both fasted that day, and it was probably after 7:00 p.m. by the time the chupah was over and we had our private time. I remember there being trays of hors d'oeuvres laid out for us, as well as drinks, but I wasn't hungry, even after the fasting. I was EXCITED, ELATED, ECSTATIC, ENTHUSIASTIC; I was someone wife, someone's daughter-in-law.
And what did I do to display my newfound energy? I kicked off my heeled shoes, picked up the hem of my beautiful wedding gown, started to dance and sing..."I Feel Good," one of James Brown's more famous tunes. It defined the moment, defined how I was feeling, defined my energy level.
Life was good. The night was young -- and I was married!
Roll Call
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Time: 9:00 p.m.
Setting: N's bedroom
Announcer: Okay...so is everybody here?
Paddington Bear? "Here."
Brown Bear? "Here."
Clown Bear? "Here."
Mommy & Baby Bear? "Here, here."
Barney #1? "Here."
Barney #2? "Here."
Charmander? "Yup."
Moo-Cow, aka Cowie Mandell? "Here."
Gooberlee, formerly known as Dogless? "Right here."
Goldie? "Here."
Squeezer? "Here I am!"
Senor Toucan? "Si, senor, I ees here."
Whaley? "Here."
Crabby? "Here."
Kuni, aka Kuni Lemel? "Ani poh, I think."
Giraffa #1? "Poh."
Giraffa #2? "Poh."
Puppets? "Hey, give us a hand -- we're here."
Blankie, aka Shmatta Blankie? "Here."
Cowboy Blankie? "Ya, pardner, I'm gosh darn it here!"
Clown Blankie? "You're silly. Of course I'm here."
Announcer: Wait! Where's the kid?
Murmuring is heard. We wouldn't be here if not for the kid. Where's the kid?
Kid runs in breathless. "Sorry, I had to pee."
Announcer: This sleep session will now come to order.
Time: 9:00 p.m.
Setting: N's bedroom
Announcer: Okay...so is everybody here?
Paddington Bear? "Here."
Brown Bear? "Here."
Clown Bear? "Here."
Mommy & Baby Bear? "Here, here."
Barney #1? "Here."
Barney #2? "Here."
Charmander? "Yup."
Moo-Cow, aka Cowie Mandell? "Here."
Gooberlee, formerly known as Dogless? "Right here."
Goldie? "Here."
Squeezer? "Here I am!"
Senor Toucan? "Si, senor, I ees here."
Whaley? "Here."
Crabby? "Here."
Kuni, aka Kuni Lemel? "Ani poh, I think."
Giraffa #1? "Poh."
Giraffa #2? "Poh."
Puppets? "Hey, give us a hand -- we're here."
Blankie, aka Shmatta Blankie? "Here."
Cowboy Blankie? "Ya, pardner, I'm gosh darn it here!"
Clown Blankie? "You're silly. Of course I'm here."
Announcer: Wait! Where's the kid?
Murmuring is heard. We wouldn't be here if not for the kid. Where's the kid?
Kid runs in breathless. "Sorry, I had to pee."
Announcer: This sleep session will now come to order.
Monday, May 09, 2005
What's on the Menu at the Blogeteria
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Every now and again, I like to remind my MANY or few readers about some of the blogs I check out rather regularly. Of course, these blogs reflect my personal taste, but may I at least interest you in checking out what's on at the blogeteria?
For starters, every day (except Shabbos and Yom Tov) I check out A Simple Jew http://asimplejew.blogspot.com. Doing so gives me a boost of Jewish insight, never complicated, just simple and understandable. Doesn't hurt when some personal children's antics are described, as well.
I check out "Live...from Israel, it's David Bogner's Treppenwitz http://bogieworks.blogs.com/treppenwitz. This witty and wise fellow's blog dabbles in Israeli lifestyle/Israeli politics/Israeli-American families...and Israeli-American DOGS.
I seek out Milwaukee-based rock'n'roll doctor, aka PsychoToddler http://www.psychotoddler.blogspot.com. I like reading his remedies for life and for his children's nasty habits. The good doctor has managed to attract a couple of spinoffs. Check out Mrs. Balabusta,http://mrsbalabusta.blogspot.com/ -- and another kindred and witty POV in Laya's Place, http://layasplace.blogspot.com/.
I've visited with newfound friends over in California at some coffeehouse -- the donuts are stale, the coffee never arrives hot, but the posts truly make up for it. Send the restaurant reviewers over to Kerckhoff Coffeehouse at http://kerckhoff.blogspot.com/
I get a great kick out of reading Yettabettaboo. She's very funny, even if she doesn't mean to be, but her straightforwardness and at times her insecurity (not to mention a great husband) remind me of me. She is very entertaining. Check her out http://yettabettaboo.blogspot.com/
Life-of-Rubin http://life-of-rubin.blogspot.com/ reminds me of someone who is throwing darts one after another to hit his target. So often does he get a bulls-eye. After all, he is posting constantly throughout each day, picking and choosing his topics rather well, even if people don't comment. I comment from a distance!
Mirty Gets Married http://mirty12.blogspot.com/is the journal of a fairly recently married woman who's become a stepmom to two teens and has taken a winding life's journey in religious observance.
I also sample heavily from these most creative writers who grab my reading attention and very often tug hard at my heartstrings.
Five Years Later http://fiveyearslater.blogspot.com/
Seraphic Secret http://www.seraphicpress.com/
NY's Funniest Rabbi http://rabbifleischmann.blogspot.com/
Ink as Rain http://inkasrain.blogspot.com/
News, Views and Shmooze http://rochellekrich.typepad.com/rochelle_krich/
A Window into Ours http://jwindow.blogspot.com/
and Jack's Shack http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/.
Of course, I snack on other menu items throughout the day, but these are most often my main courses. I have since discovered some great junk food items at the blogeteria and hope to give you that list at some future time.
In the meantime, happy eating, and hope you digest everything real well. (if not, the antacids are on the top shelf of the master bathroom medicine cabinet)
Every now and again, I like to remind my MANY or few readers about some of the blogs I check out rather regularly. Of course, these blogs reflect my personal taste, but may I at least interest you in checking out what's on at the blogeteria?
For starters, every day (except Shabbos and Yom Tov) I check out A Simple Jew http://asimplejew.blogspot.com. Doing so gives me a boost of Jewish insight, never complicated, just simple and understandable. Doesn't hurt when some personal children's antics are described, as well.
I check out "Live...from Israel, it's David Bogner's Treppenwitz http://bogieworks.blogs.com/treppenwitz. This witty and wise fellow's blog dabbles in Israeli lifestyle/Israeli politics/Israeli-American families...and Israeli-American DOGS.
I seek out Milwaukee-based rock'n'roll doctor, aka PsychoToddler http://www.psychotoddler.blogspot.com. I like reading his remedies for life and for his children's nasty habits. The good doctor has managed to attract a couple of spinoffs. Check out Mrs. Balabusta,http://mrsbalabusta.blogspot.com/ -- and another kindred and witty POV in Laya's Place, http://layasplace.blogspot.com/.
I've visited with newfound friends over in California at some coffeehouse -- the donuts are stale, the coffee never arrives hot, but the posts truly make up for it. Send the restaurant reviewers over to Kerckhoff Coffeehouse at http://kerckhoff.blogspot.com/
I get a great kick out of reading Yettabettaboo. She's very funny, even if she doesn't mean to be, but her straightforwardness and at times her insecurity (not to mention a great husband) remind me of me. She is very entertaining. Check her out http://yettabettaboo.blogspot.com/
Life-of-Rubin http://life-of-rubin.blogspot.com/ reminds me of someone who is throwing darts one after another to hit his target. So often does he get a bulls-eye. After all, he is posting constantly throughout each day, picking and choosing his topics rather well, even if people don't comment. I comment from a distance!
Mirty Gets Married http://mirty12.blogspot.com/is the journal of a fairly recently married woman who's become a stepmom to two teens and has taken a winding life's journey in religious observance.
I also sample heavily from these most creative writers who grab my reading attention and very often tug hard at my heartstrings.
Five Years Later http://fiveyearslater.blogspot.com/
Seraphic Secret http://www.seraphicpress.com/
NY's Funniest Rabbi http://rabbifleischmann.blogspot.com/
Ink as Rain http://inkasrain.blogspot.com/
News, Views and Shmooze http://rochellekrich.typepad.com/rochelle_krich/
A Window into Ours http://jwindow.blogspot.com/
and Jack's Shack http://wwwjackbenimble.blogspot.com/.
Of course, I snack on other menu items throughout the day, but these are most often my main courses. I have since discovered some great junk food items at the blogeteria and hope to give you that list at some future time.
In the meantime, happy eating, and hope you digest everything real well. (if not, the antacids are on the top shelf of the master bathroom medicine cabinet)
Shall We Try This Again...?
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Thank you for those who posted "additions" to the excerpt taken from a published book. Here is another excerpt. But this time, don't add to it -- except for the first person who starts this off. Check the comments section and continue the story from the preceeding person's comment/addition.
Here is the excerpt:
I stop short in the doorway to my cube. A white envelope is propped on my keyboard. My name is scrawled on it in black Sharpie. My hands are shaking as I tear the envelope open.
Thank you for those who posted "additions" to the excerpt taken from a published book. Here is another excerpt. But this time, don't add to it -- except for the first person who starts this off. Check the comments section and continue the story from the preceeding person's comment/addition.
Here is the excerpt:
I stop short in the doorway to my cube. A white envelope is propped on my keyboard. My name is scrawled on it in black Sharpie. My hands are shaking as I tear the envelope open.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Hats Off to E.E. Cummings
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A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.
This may sound easy. It isn't.
A lot of people think or believe or know they feel -- but what's thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling -- not knowing or believing or thinking.
Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel.
Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people; but the moment you feel, you're NOBODY-BUT-YOURSELF.
***Back in December 1979, I copied this into a journal of mine. It held a lot of truth for me then; it holds a lot of truth for me today.
A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words.
This may sound easy. It isn't.
A lot of people think or believe or know they feel -- but what's thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling -- not knowing or believing or thinking.
Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel.
Why? Because whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people; but the moment you feel, you're NOBODY-BUT-YOURSELF.
***Back in December 1979, I copied this into a journal of mine. It held a lot of truth for me then; it holds a lot of truth for me today.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Happy Mother's Day ( a few minutes early!)
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Mother. Eema. Madre. Mutter. Mama. Mom. Ma.
No matter how you say it, it should mean the same in all languages: Life. Birth. Love. Generosity. Wisdom. Love. Guidance. Benevolence. Love. Nurture. Honesty. Communication. Love.
Here's hoping that it does.
To all of you out there, think of the past, the present and the future.
Happy Mother's Day.
Mother. Eema. Madre. Mutter. Mama. Mom. Ma.
No matter how you say it, it should mean the same in all languages: Life. Birth. Love. Generosity. Wisdom. Love. Guidance. Benevolence. Love. Nurture. Honesty. Communication. Love.
Here's hoping that it does.
To all of you out there, think of the past, the present and the future.
Happy Mother's Day.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Doing It...WRITE
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I'm going to try something here. Perhaps I will have no takers, perhaps I will. But I foresee that if I indeed have takers, this could turn into something fun. Chaim, "M" and others who like writing, you've got to pay attention!
I'm going to write a line that appeared in a published book and I want you to continue writing, add a couple lines, or a couple paragraphs to it, and let's see where it takes us.
My line deals with Jews, mothers and food. Nowhere can you go wrong with that!
After fast-forwarding through the rest of the messages, all from my mother, I glanced down at the cake to discover I'd somehow eaten half of it.
I'm going to try something here. Perhaps I will have no takers, perhaps I will. But I foresee that if I indeed have takers, this could turn into something fun. Chaim, "M" and others who like writing, you've got to pay attention!
I'm going to write a line that appeared in a published book and I want you to continue writing, add a couple lines, or a couple paragraphs to it, and let's see where it takes us.
My line deals with Jews, mothers and food. Nowhere can you go wrong with that!
After fast-forwarding through the rest of the messages, all from my mother, I glanced down at the cake to discover I'd somehow eaten half of it.
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