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Der Zeger Yid (The Watch Jew)

Posted by Yeshiva Guy | Posted in Articles | Posted on 06-09-2009

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“The Time is…Now”.

Ever meet one of Yerushalayim’s holiest people? No, I don’t mean the tzaddikim, gedolim, Rebbes, or any of the other immediate options that come to mind when thinking of Yerushalayim’s kedoshim.

I mean the beggars, indigents, and other denizens of Yerushalayim’s streets. These people roam the streets of Yerushalayim, going unnoticed, but providing all of us with daily opportunities at bettering ourselves.

Just this Leil Shabbos, I had such an encounter of the first degree. Walking down Malchei Yisroel late Friday night, I observed the beggar whom I call “Zeger Yid” sitting at his usual Friday night post- on the green bench near the corner of Rechov Yosef ben Matisyahu. He was occupied with his usual activity- asking the varied passerby the same question, every five minutes or so. “Ir hut de zeger“? In English, that is “Do you have the time”? This innocuous question, framed by a grunt or two, somehow scares off most people, and they continue on past. A select few do pause, roll up their sleeve, and humor our Yid with an answer.

On this Shabbos evening, the weather was nice. I wasn’t in any particular hurry, and decided to give this Yid a little time. So after walking directly up to his bench, I bravely sat myself down to his right. Silently, we both stared at the foot traffic for a minute or so. Then, in what must have been a first for him, I asked him; “Reb Yid, hust de zeger“? (Do you have the time”?). He answered me with a sidelong glance and a monosyllabic “Elef a’zeger” (Eleven O’clock).

A few minutes more of watching the passing people and I ventured a “Nu, vos is naies“? (Nu, what’s news?). He grumbles an indecipherable something in answer. Oh well…so much for the pearls of Torah I was hoping to hear from my Tzaddik Nistar. And then he surprises me. And there’s a funny thing about this- you’d think I’d have acquired some sort of immune system that would protect me from being surprised by our people, our Yidden. But no- I haven’t, or at least not as of yet.

He surprises me by requesting of me “Zug mir Tatzliach” (Wish me Success). The first time he said it in his unclear, hard to understand Yiddish I had to ask him to repeat himself. He did, and the second time around I understood him. He was asking me! to give him a brachah. I half whispered “Tatzliach“, and looked away. But our holy beggar didn’t give up. Again, he asked me “Zug mir Zeit Gezunt” (Tell me to Be Well). So again, I bentched him. And got up to leave before I got another request, the next one proving more difficult then the first two.

Of course, as I turned to take leave of this holy Jew, you know what I did, right?

I asked him…”Zug mir Tatzliach“. And he did. And who knows- maybe I will be, but no doubt at the right time…after all, the brachah came from the beggar who should know all about timing.

Poetry from On High…

Posted by Yeshiva Guy | Posted in Balloon, Journeys, Poetry | Posted on 05-09-2009

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…well, not really. But this is an amazing poem from “The Curious Jew”.

I know what you’re thinking. The Yeshiva Guy posting poetry? And I sort of agree with you-
its a little, OK a lot, sappy. But what should I do. Its an amazing poem. Cool, too.
It reminds me of Abie Rotenberg’s “Little Kite” from Journeys II. Sadly, Blip/Youtube don’t seem to have anything for this, so I can’t give you a link for the song, other than this MostlyMusic.com link where you can hear short preview of the song, or download the album for $12. To hear the preview, scroll down and click on the Little Kite song play button.
And now a selection from the poem; to read the piece in it’s entirety, click this to go “The Curious Jew”s blog post called “Goodbye”.
“Goodbye,” she said to her balloon.
“I hope you travel to the moon.
I hope that you are happy lots
and visit God and lightbulb watts.
I hope you have a great adventure,
untouched by any public censure.
I hope for you, my dear balloon;
I hope you travel to the moon.”
But balloons were made for flight
and she was made for star-filled nights
with fire-flies that buzzed about
and glittered beyond any doubt.
She turned once more to the golden sky
unto which her balloon did fly.
“God,” she said, “take care of him.
Please see he doesn’t sink, but swims.
Please shower him with eternal grace;
and the light of Your shining face.
Watch over him ‘cause I’m not there
and I don’t want him to be scared.”

She put a brave smile on her face
and crying, turned to leave the place
where she said goodbye to her balloon
so he could travel to the moon.

…And to find out the rest of the poem and what happened to the balloon on his journey, you’ll need to go to the original poster’s site.

Breslover Na Nachs at Kikar Tzion

Posted by Yeshiva Guy | Posted in Breslover, Breslover Dancing, Kikar Tzion, Kikar Zion, Na Nach | Posted on 05-09-2009

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A random movie of Breslover Na Nachs and random Israeli chevra dancing to MBD’s Anachnu Ma’aminim.

Motzei Shabbos Funnies

Posted by Yeshiva Guy | Posted in Jokes, Rolling, Vitzelas | Posted on 05-09-2009

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Clearly, I’ve reached a new plateau in my Internet surfing habits. Until fairly recently, I had to judge the relative taste of a blogger or internet site by its content. Now, however, all I need to do is simply read my referring links page. A slightly addictive habit, I might add. Anyway, one of the sites sending me visits these days is Just Stam, a blogger of excellent taste, particularly as she calls my blog “great”. So while checking out JS’ blog, I came across this excellent list of…well, funny “Hmmm…s”. (Below version slightly edited for the sake of nekiyus).

-More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

-Nothing stinks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

-I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?

-Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re completely nuts by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

-I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.

-The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase “Regards” again.

-Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the “people you may know” feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?

-Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.

-There is a great need for sarcasm font.

-Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really, really gets it.

-How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

-I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

-I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer’s Internet history if you die.

-The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.

-A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you’re bad at it.

-Was learning cursive really necessary?

-”Lol” has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say“.

-I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

-Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.

-How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?

-I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

-Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using ‘as in’ examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss’s last name to an attorney and said “Yes that’s G as in…(10 second lapse)..ummm…Goonies”

-What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow
each other?

-While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.

-MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

-Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

-I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

-I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

-Bad decisions make good stories.

-Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous?Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….

-You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

-Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.

-There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

-I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

-”Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.

-I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV.There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’

-While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA. No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed.

-I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and runaway?

-I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

-I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

-As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

-Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

-I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

-Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.

-It really ticks me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

-I wonder if cops ever get ticked off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

-I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

-The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fat dude before dinner.

The Ultimate Shiur

Posted by Yeshiva Guy | Posted in Lomdus, Maggid Shiur, Rebbes, Shiur | Posted on 03-09-2009

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Check out this choshuve Maggid Shiur giving shiur

…now that’s lomdish.