Friday Links

This weekend, I’m going to DC for the Sanity Rally to see my two favorite Jews: Jon Stewart and Mr. B. Well, technically, Jon Stewart has to get in line behind Gluckel of Hameln, Hannah Szenes and Regina Spektor, but you know how these things go.

Here’s a picture of one of the Philadelphia murals near where I work that I took yesterday for Philly Photo Day:

On le blogs:

  1. Pink Jaffa Gate!
  2. I like this dress :)
  3. Moishelicious
  4. Cleaning up Jeddah
  5. The injustice of childhood

On la internets:

  1. Who says the Middle East is all religious?
  2. Ladies, freeze your ovaries.
  3. Nordstrom’s employee handbook
  4. Thank you Gori Girl for finding this blog!
  5. New ladyblog
  6. Y’all know Friday links is not complete without immigrant stuff
  7. I wish
  8. Cool blog I found when I was googling the name Zillow
  9. Can’t wait to read the entries for this one

Two quick pics from this week

This is how you do it, kids. Go to a Russian restaurant, that is.

Note how I’m recycling my work clothes into evening wear.  Here’s a song you can play to emulate our experience (in more than one way; the chorus is “I know you’re far away, between us are cities and cities.”) Just turn the lights off and pretend you are dancing to a guy named Shurik weighing upwards of 250 pounds and wearing a gold chain and a knockoff D&G shirt.  Also please note that I’m not bow-legged in real life. (I felt this was important to clarify.)

And here’s City Hall in the evening:


James Zogby Wins Me Over with his Lebanese Trickery and Charm

Remember back when I lived in the capital and everything was happy and shiny and government-subsidized elves polished my shoes every morning? Back in those days (12 days ago), I used to go to all sorts of international enterprises, like the Middle East Intitute, the Hillwood mansion, and all the embassies.  Also I used to live with Mr. B and had somebody to peel my oranges. Those were the days.

I was happy to learn that end of the universe -I mean Philly -has a little bit of an international scene as well, although, obviously not good enough for me to stop white whining about it.

Last night, I went to see James Zogby speak about Arab-American and Middle Eastern perceptions of America at the World Affairs Council of Philadelphia, located in a very snazzy building with a view of City Hall.


He spoke about how bad our American media and our education system is at informing us about the world around us, which is what his new book is about. He started the lecture by asking people to buy his book and maybe stick around for the lecture, because, after all, he was descended from Lebanese merchants, and he had a book to sell.  This immediately appealed to my Jewish entrepreneurial instincts.

He then talked at length about how misunderstanding between the Middle East and the US occur, a topic I’ve been exploring on my own for quite some time. Zogby’s points  were all ones I’d heard before, but he’s such a great and involved speaker that he wrapped everything up into a neat little package:

  • Only 37% of Americans know where Iraq is on the map.
  • The American media is notoriously bad.  He gives two examples: Fox News had asked him before to come on and speak about Afghanistan. He doesn’t know much about Afghanistan, only about the Middle East, so declined. Fox News was surprised, because they don’t really ever have guests decline speaking engagements. No one will say “I don’t know.”
  • The second is that, the day before the guy threatened to burn the Quran in Florida, there was a interdenominational conference between 5 Jewish groups, 2 Muslim groups, 3 Christian Groups, etc., on calling against religious zealotry. It got scant coverage. Zogby says he was disappointed with the coverage of the Quran guy because it shows the world the same image of America as we get when we see Arabs burning flags in Amman or Cairo: a very limited and incendiary scope.
  • We do ourselves a disservice by not knowing anything about the Middle East.  “We live in a  country so heavily mired in the region and yet we are all so ignorant” was his exact phrase.
  • And, only 370 U.S. colleges teach Arabic. Considering the demand given the action in Iraq, this is very disappointing.

The talk was great and really captivating. The best part is that Zogby uses polling to back up his assertions, which a woman of statistics like me can agree with. I had to sneak out early so I wouldn’t get mugged going to my car-I mean could get home in time to dinner-Skype with Mr. B-, but the talk left me happy with vestiges of the D.C. scene I used to know.

Edited: P.S. there is huge money to be made in polling the Middle East. If you know Arabic, you have a job for the next 5-10 years. Then you’ll need to learn Mandarin. And then Portuguese.


Bards and a Vanishing Breed of Russian

Years ago, on a bus in Israel, on the way from Jerusalem to the Golan Heights, a shy Russian Jewish boy named Igor (or maybe Ilya?) saw that I was bored with the music in my Discman (back in the days of CDs) and quietly slipped me one.  “Who is this,” I asked Igor/Ilya?”  “This guy named Timur Shaov.  He’s really good.”  And he was.

This weekend, I, along with my parents and Mr. B’s aunt and uncle,  got to see Shaov,  one of my favorite modern singers perform live. He sings in a type of style called, in Russian, bard song, which mainly means that he writes his own music, often on political or satirical themes, and accompanies his singing with simple guitar chords. I guess, in a way, he can be compared to Bob Dylan or Paul Simon, but it’s not a perfect comparison.

The most famous bard is Vladimir Vystosky who sung about the injustices of life in the Soviet Union with an enormous amount of cleverness, tenderness, rage, and humor.  He is my favorite musical artist of all time, and his lyrics are very hard to understand unless you understand the Soviet Union and Russian culture.  But even just listening to his voice is very powerful, and this song is one of his most-known. If you click-through, there’s a translation of lyrics into English:

Anyway, so Timur Shaov is awesome, amazing, funny, ridiculously smart, and phrases songs in a way that makes the writer in me very jealous. He is extremely good at making fun of Putin’s Russia in all its gory form but doesn’t come across as bitter and cynical like some people that have pretty blogs, but as wise and cheeky.   He has songs making fun of the money shortage in Russia in the early 1990s, when he was a doctor, by saying that patients paid their doctors in urine samples.

He’s made fun of how Russian husbands often dump the load of housework on their wives in a song where the kids are screaming, the soup is boiling, but the wife is locked in the bathroom reading porn, hoping to get three minutes to herself.  He’s made fun of Tajik drug smugglers, gaishniki (Russian traffic cops who fine you for bribes), how the desire to drink decreases with age, hangovers in general, men who yell at their husbands, and Medvedev.  It’s hard to explain how smart he is and how much I am jealous of the talent that God gave him without listening to some of his songs and understanding how he makes fun of Pushkin and Putin in the same breath.

Anyway, so this concert.  The hall, at the Philadelphia Russian-oriented JCC, was 100% sold out. But, I swear to God, I lowered the average age in the room by 30 years. I only saw three other people my age there and only one that looked like their parents didn’t make them go.  Most people were in their 40s-60s.

One of the reasons is that Shaov uses a highly satirical, fluid Russian that is hard to understand if you came when you were little like most of us now-20-somethings did.  I don’t have to bring a dictionary, but I do have to concentrate in a way I wouldn’t have to with American music, and man,  that concentration shit is hard.  Pair that with him singing about Chubais, Nekrasov, and Luzhkov, and, forget it. You’ve lost 90% of the people in our age group.  After I listen to one of his songs, I usually have to either Google around a couple of names or ask my mom.

And that’s really sad.  Because it seems like the immigrant generation will go quietly into that good night, and us, the ones that are supposed to keep the magic going, will go quietly into Americanization. Granted, that’s the way things are supposed to work.  Are there any Italian Americans that still speak Italian as it has been passed down from 1900 or any German-Americans that know anything about German culture other than bratwurst?  But it makes me really, really sad. And more than that, anxious for my future children.

Because one of the things I want to give them is a feeling of otherness. I don’t want them to feel 100% American. I don’t want them to be comfortable and settled in their own skin.  I’ve written before, but only for myself, about how I find it hard to tell people that I’m American, as if I don’t deserve it, even though I have lots of American characteristics and speak American English and write primarily in English.

All of this is a long way of saying: WHITE WHINE.


Friday Links

Second week of work? Done.  Going to see Timur Shaov, a very talented and funny Russian guitar player and singer, tonight with my parents and Mr. B’s aunt and uncle in Philly? Almost done and I’m very excited. Mr. B coming tonight? Tripple yay.  Here’s one of my favorite pictures from this week’s links, about the shortage of jeans in the Soviet Union in the 70s.

From les blogs:

  1. Kazakhs don’t speak their own language
  2. The only thing that would make the picture better is if your baby HAD A BABY. MOAR GENERATIONS. MOAR.
  3. Public education and learning foreign languages
  4. Israelis that look like famous Americans
  5. PSA
  6. Need an interview outfit?
  7. I’ve started appreciating these more after moving to the burbs
  8. I like this blog
  9. Read this lady. She is smart, funny, and brave.

From las internets:

  1. Jews, food, and the Ottoman empire. Pretty standard.
  2. Getting jeans in the Soviet Union was impossible.
  3. Bigger than a rabbit?
  4. Did you know NPR analyzed its Middle East coverage quarterly?
  5. Pretty wallpaper for you.