At last, indisputable proof of G-d's existence

First watch, then discuss.

This guy tries. I must say that. But if the banana proof of G-Ds existence. How come they're going extinct?

How Appropriate...

I heard a little tidbit on the radio this morning. It said that something like seven out of ten New Yorkers, at some time last year described their mental health as being "not good." This is higher than most cities.

The findings will be presented during a conference at dum da da dummm
"Hunter College."

I knew we was nutz.

Awkward elevator encounters

The other day DB and I were on our way to class, walking with our Israeli friend Joel. We entered the elevator and a few people entered in after us, including a guy and girl who were already having a conversation. For some reason when the girl entered the elevator she leaned on me, hard; as if my body was the back wall of the elevator. I didn’t know what to do. I felt too uncomfortable to interrupt their conversation, which I had been listening to intently and went something like this:

Girl: [sic] I’m so tired.
Guy: Yeah. [sic] I can’t wait 'till I move to Israel with my boyfriend

At that moment, still uncomfortable with this girl (who was pretty good looking) smothering me against the wall, I shared my discomfort non-verbally with Joel who responded to my silent complaints with:

“What are you some kind of faggot?”

The gay guy, who hadn’t seen what prompted this sarcastic comment, gave the slightest of head turns to acknowledge that he had heard what Joel said. DB and I exchanged nervous looks. This three story elevator ride was taking waaaay too long.

From that point we exchanged the smallest of small talk.

“I’m going to Israel with my boyfriend,” he repeated to the girl.
“You’re going to have the time of your life,” Joel said entering the conversation uninvited.

Joel realizing his faupaux, was trying to make up for it....unsuccesfully.

“Where are you going? Eylat?”

“Eylat?!” he responded almost disgusted. “No way. Tel Aviv.”

“I like Tel Aviv.” I interjected the second the girl removed her body from mine.

The three of us walked with out a peep half way across the bridge before we burst into laughter.

Ok for those of you not familiar with the procedure. Extend your right arm bent at the elbow so that your hand is pointing straight up, open palmed. Now rotate your arm at the elbow in a 45° degree chopping motion and recite the following:

“Awwwwwkwaaard!”

Bye Bye Beardie

It's that time of year again almost the counting of the Omer. Which means that the beards will come off (sorry Dina). I just shaved mine and not five minutes ago D.B. told me he was considering taking a pair of scissors to his. Also rumor has it that Nukes took his off not to long ago.

I'm not really sure why I waited so long. Afterall my face is beautifull!! hehe. I will miss it though. My beard and I had so many fun adventures together. We've spent shabbat at six different places, stayed forty hours in jail and traveled hundreds of miles between 501 Thomas Hunter Hall and Baldwin, NY. I'll miss him. I really will. But, for now I must focus on growing him a little brother.