Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Brag Post

I've already gloated in person to most members of the family about this, but I'm going to be a published author soon. The paper based on Summer 2004 research with my Stern professor was accepted by the Journal of Chemical Physics and I'm listed as the fifth author!

Sunday, September 25, 2005


Short post- it's late, I'm tired, and the computer just ate the first draft of this, so if this doesn't sound clever, assume that the first version was brilliant and sparklingly witty, as of course it was if it was written by myself. Anyway...finished registering for classes- I'm taking twelve hours a week plus four hours of physics lab, a paltry sum compared to Talia's course load and one that will leave me with oodles of free time, some of which may be filled by whatever extra-curriculars I will acquire at the club fair tomorrow, if any.
Anyway, Shmuli and I (who had a lot of free time watching Chaim run around the park) wondered how this compared to other college's schedules, so we decided to call for general family input. David, Joe, Talia (Stern days only, we all know about Bar Ilan)- how does this compare? And how does the fact that mine is a quarter system contribute to the whole thing? And for that matter, Shmuli, you can answer too, because I have unfortunately forgotten whatever number it was that you mentioned. As I said, it is late.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

a premature gloat

Four weeks ago, a certain brother of mine, scoffed at me, the chances of the White Sox winning the division are 98%. after untold losses, the margain has gone from 15 to two and a half, and, vending at the Cell tonight, I felt chills in my spine, chills that only a Cubs fan, someone who has seen collapses firsthand can sense, the White Sox will not make the playoffs, I say that with 98% certainty

Monday, September 19, 2005


Many of you have had the misfortune of learning Ruti's major means of communication; pointing and uttering a sound best spelled "eh". Is this sound properly characterized as a grunt? It seems too weak for grunt, but I can't think of a better term.

Lady in Waiting

For all those who are keeping track, I admit I haven't posted in a while. Saying that nothing exciting is going on is not much of an excuse giving the caliber of my previous posts. The real man to blame is MIKE who whenever he's home monopolizes the computer allowing family members 5 minutes to check email while he hovers over your shoulder (if he even gives up the chair) and when he's not home using the computer lacks the satisfaction of having bested Mike.
But enough about Mike, let's talk about me. As select family members (Mom, Dad, Mike, Rachel and Ruti) have been privileged to witness I have joined Joe in the elite world of money-grubbing tip-mongering.
Compared to other jobs I've held waiting has the satisfaction of creating it's own excitement. Your job begins when the customer enters, peaks when all the entrees are delivered and is wrapped up when they leave the tip on the table. All you have to give is 40 minutes and you're good to go. Of course there are many overlapping 40 minutes and you can be running around for 3 hours but it's still much more exciting than babysitting and office work.
When I first started the job I was the most polite, smiling, attentive waitress Danali's has ever seen. Besides for the disgusted looks of my coworkers I just can't handle giving 100% any more- so I aim for 90%.
I'm trying to make this sound more exciting and interesting but the truth is after my 6 hour shift (of which I was only working hard 3.5 hours) I'm just too exhausted.
To be continued..................


Hey Tobie-post a phone number ASAP

Sunday, September 18, 2005

No Escape

for Tobie. She had deluded herself into believing "that I'm going off to college next week and probably won't be collecting the books there." On Friday night, however, after David Rosenberg asked for volunteers to collect siddurim, I spied Tobie carrying a stack. Would Tobie be better off in Israel, where siddurim are smaller but more plentiful, or here in the States?

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Tobie's News

Well, until I get my phone authorization code, which won't happen until I register, the blog is my only means of communicating with my family, so here is all my news: Moved in Friday afternoon. Only person doing early move-in and they didn't bother telling any Orientation aides or RHs, which are the equivolent of Midrichim/ot, so they were all just a little surprised, but friendly. Davening began quite late at Hillel, followed by a communal dinner, where I got to meet other first years and grad students, all later year people not being allowed to move in for a bit. Shabbos day, davening followed by another communal lunch, but I was at the boring table with all the accompanying parents, so I left early and hung out and Rachel and Shmuli's all afternoon. Fun stuff. Then mincha, break and ma'ariv, after which I rushed back to my house meeting twenty some minutes late. We got various forms of house related information- there are about forty new or transfer students, of which around ten are female, and the upperclasspeople are moving in at the end of the week. We also had an icebreaker (Two truths and a lie- where each person tells two true facts about self and one lie and everyone else has to guess which is the lie- my semi-fluent Aramaic impressed people) Tomorrow we start real stuff- for me, registration, and for everyone, math testing. Some of you will see me tomorrow morning (7:30, right?) and so I can give more info then.
Missing you all (well, not you Rachel or Shmuli, because you're right here, but everyone else)

Friday, September 16, 2005

A New Word

Today, Yosef told me that his bandaid would fall off when it got germs on it. Then he informed me that germs are 'perminacle'. I asked him what that word meant, and he didn't deign to define it for me. I asked him where he learned to the word, and he told me that he knew it, and didn't have to learn it.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

I need my gossip

I was driving home tonight, and the radio was set on a program where people can call in and request special songs for somebody they love. Normally, it's pretty innocuous, people say how much they love their spouses.

But, tonight a woman was calling in requesting a song for her ex-husband. According to her, certain incidents occured, and they had difficulties and now they're trying to get back together. But in the 5 minutes she spent talking she didn't give any details, just euphemisms about problems and losing respect, and working hard to resolve the issue. But the details sounded like they were good gossip.

I'm annoyed, because I'm really curious now. On Dr. Laura people can't get away with talking about 'difficulties'. If you want to share your problems with the world you should give all the humiliating details.

25 Years Ago

today, my first wife was born.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

A Job for the Really Desperate

Unions have finally gotten efficient. They've outsourced picketing. You'd probably be shocked to learn the pay is lousy, the benefits are non-existant and the working conditions are terrible.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

This Is Just Creepy

In Taiwan, they extracted sperm from a man dead for two days so that his fiancee can eventually bear his child. I don't care whether she buried or cremated the body. But, this just isn't right, even though I can't identify which moral principal it violates.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Paternal nomenclature

Well, my bold plan to have Tom call me "Old Man" has fizzled.

I just didn't have the guts to actually hear him say those words.

Right now, I am just calling myself "dad"
Now, if I can only get him to call me that too....

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Aargh, Does NO one post on this thing?

Well, I suppose the title pretty much says it all. Despite the fact that I am one of the more recent post-ers, I have stepped up to the plate once again. Not that it's easy, considering as I have my own blog to take care of AND everyone who cares about this one converses frequently anyway. But still, I do what I can, so the family will be treated to a quick description of the bathroom painting extravaganza.
Lesson- never, ever leave Talia in the house for more than 24 hours with nothing to do. Her first day back, she cooked an elaborate dinner. Her second day, she decided the downstairs bathroom needed to have the wallpaper removed and then be re-painte. On Thursday, we removed all the wallpaper, which is hard and disgusting due to the fact that the bathroom stinks, not that we assigning any blame for that. Ahem! On Friday she went to look for a job, but we were back at work on Sunday night, beginning at like ten o'clock and putting on a coat of primer and our first coat of paint and ending past midnight. The next day, we put on another coat and a decorative rim of wallpaper, so that you can't see our more glaring painting errors. The bathroom is now and lovely shade of pink (we tell Mike that it is peach, but only to make him feel better) and the house is awash with the intoxicating smell of new paint, which I love. Sometimes I purposely go into that room just to smell it.
And that's all the news from Lake Woebegone. Isn't it someone else's turn now?

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Baruch Dayan Emet

Rehnquist has just died.