Hostage to Doublethought "It's too hard", he complains plaintively. "He, G-d, will understand. My son, he is a Rabbi. In Brooklyn. He is Lubavitch. (Here, he serenades me with the first few bars of...
An Open Letter to Seminary Girls In a tradition dating back to the opening of the doors of the first seminary way back when in the fifties, the second week of Elul is host to an ingathering of exiles, so...
Holiness in Haifa Being a yeshiva student in Jerusalem is a wonderful experience. Aside from the learning, obviously, the people, places, and things to do never end. Indeed, I've fallen in...
Goodbye, But Not For Long
I and quite few other bochurim will be returning to Chutz La'aretz in just a few days. I can't wait for that flight. Not. I suppose I should be thankful though; Boruch...
The Old Candy Man and The Candy Store "Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man can, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes...
The Yeshivishe Harry, a fellow I don’t know but love just for his name, was touring down South.
I assume Yeshivishe Harry was clad in standard Yeshivishe (not Harry) garb- a Black Hat, Black Jacket, White Shirt, and the other required accoutrements of us Yeshivishe chevra.
And this random Southern kid goes over to him and tells him:
“Y’all look like a cowboy”.
Ride on, Ranger, ride on.
Check out this cool blog about some frum chevra’s college experience’s. Written very well by a set of four or five kids, I still can’t believe it’s authored by frum chevra.
Only problem is it hasn’t been updated in a few months…Why???
Excerpt of latest post, titled “For Papa, Make Him a Scholar”: (BTW, is that a Fiddler reference? My FOTR is weak, like the rest of my Shalom Aleichem).
“Suddenly Emma, in a reserved, Emma-like voice, pipes up. “Hey F5, you know…maybe you’ll think I’m crazy or something…but…ever since the first day of school, I was totally thinking that you and Joey would be perfect for one another!”
Having just taken a swig of orange juice from the carton I was holding, I struggle not to give my classmates a shower. A shadchan? Here?! And in the form of a Seventh Day Adventist from the West Indies, no less. Hashem bless my lucky stars…”…
and to read the rest of the post, continue on to Frum Meets World.
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