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I Apologize in Advance for this Video

June 22, 2011

Bill inspired me to make a vlog. And oh what a vlog it is. Some foreshadowing: Mr. B: “You sit down next to anyone, Wolf Blitzer, Anderson Cooper, anyone, I will upstage them.” The VeeLog from Vicki on Vimeo. Leave your “What WAS that?” questions in the comment section.

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Life after “Life After Zionist Summer Camp”

June 21, 2011

It starts the minute I read the first paragraph. That feeling of vague anger and helplessness. Because I’ve been reading and thinking about this issue ever since I decided that Israel was something I needed to be reading and thinking about. And I’ve been experiencing all of the things that Benedikt did for the past ten years, maybe more.  In different stages.  In different places. The olives, the AIPAC meetings, the beach, the sunflower seeds, the 1967 maps, the rallies, ...

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Bards and a Vanishing Breed of Russian

October 24, 2010

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 ...

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Parents censor Anne Frank. Miep would be disappointed.

February 2, 2010

You know what makes me angry?  Aside from lite jazz?  When parents feel the need to step in and censor childrens’ libraries.  This time, not only the thesaurus, but Anne Frank is under attack. A more graphic version of Anne Frank‘s diary is no longer available for students to read in Culpeper County, Va. Unlike other editions, this version contains sexual references. Apparently Anne Frank’s father, who survived the Holocaust, also felt the need to censor his daughter’s most intimate thoughts. He eliminated ...

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Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit

February 1, 2010

When I was in the third grade, I won a contest or got the best grade in some class-I don’t remember exactly.  All the other kids that won had gotten something like gift certificates to Pizza Hut or stickers, so I was excited to get the same.  Unfortunately, all I got was a book called Words of Stone with the words “Happy Holidays! from Mrs. Moyer,” my third grade teacher,written there. I was really disappointed because  the book had no ...

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