Friday, April 09, 2010

Cat on Tour

Actually, I was the one on the tour—a walking tour given by Dani Barkai, an excellent guide, and this is the cat I met.

The cat I watered

She was thirsty, so I watered her.

Specifically, I poured water from my bottle into the palm of my hand and let her drink. (Of course, I couldn’t get a picture of that.)

By the time Dani had completed his explanation, the cat had drunk her fill and wasn’t showing interest in drinking any more water. So I grabbed a photo and headed off with the group.

The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.

Saturday, April 03, 2010

A Visit to the Western Wall during Passover

Last Friday morning, my group, Women of the Wall, held a prayer service at the Western Wall.

As we arrived and walked into the prayer area—passing the male security guard who sat at the entrance—I noticed that the women’s section had been expanded slightly. The metal divider, which is partially open here, is the one that is in place all year round. The divider covered with white sheets is the new divider, which was put in place for the holiday.

Temporary divider in the women's section

The prayer service was great—pleasant, quiet, completely uneventful, the way a prayer service ought to be. Some of the women present wore tallitot (prayer shawls) and nobody noticed—or, if anyone noticed, they didn’t say so. There were no disturbances at all, and the peace and quiet were wonderful.

I took this photo right before Hallel. Afterward, the group proceeded to Robinson’s Arch for the Torah reading. (I didn’t go because I had to leave early.)

Women of the Wall, hol ha-mo'ed Pesah 2010

In my opinion, Friday morning’s service was yet more proof, as if we needed any, that Women of the Wall constitutes no disturbance of the peace or threat to public order at all. The threat and disturbance come exclusively from those who come to the Western Wall deliberately to make trouble and engage in violent behavior. I suppose that the troublemakers were on vacation last Friday morning, which was just fine with us.

Since my friend D. had to leave early, too, we left together. On the way out, she called my attention to the dividers that had been placed behind the prayer area, in the plaza itself. “I think I know what’s happening here,” she told me. “There’s probably a plan to make this entire plaza separate, with men entering from one side of the plaza and women from the other.”

I reflected that this wouldn’t be practical at all for families who wanted to visit the Western Wall. They’d have to split up well before they got there, with one gender going around to the parking area and the other coming down from the direction of the Arab market. This would make visits to the Western Wall practically impossible for families with small children or elderly relatives. But when have considerations of practicality, or even common decency, stopped people or groups who were hungry for power and control?

At any rate, here are the dividers in the plaza, behind the prayer area, complete with signs above them ordering men to one side and women to the other:

Divider outside prayer area

That wasn’t all, though. Before we left the plaza, I decided to head for the restroom. As I began to walk toward the stone buildings at the other end of the plaza where the restrooms for both men and women are located, D. stopped me. “They’ve moved the women’s restrooms,” she said, drawing my attention to the sign above the doorway where they usually were.

Sign directing women to improvised restrooms

The sign reads: “Women’s restrooms in the parking area.”

So I turned back and headed toward the new, improvised restrooms. My friend said, “They’re probably messy and smelly.” I said, “They probably will be later in the day, but right now it’s still early. I’ll chance it.”

Of course, I also wanted to blog about them and post pictures. Here they are.

The improvised women’s restrooms, from the outside:

Sign: "Restrooms for women only"

The signs seem pretty stern, saying: “Restrooms for women only.” My friend and I had to laugh. Why was it necessary to add the word “only”? As if the restrooms were unisex the rest of the year!

Inside the small improvised restroom compound:

The entrance to the ladies' room at the Western Wall, Passover 2010

The sinks up close:

Sinks in the improvised ladies' room at the Western Wall, Passover 2010

Note that there is no soap, nor are there paper towels, as there are in the proper restrooms on the other side of the plaza.

So this is it: no soap, paper towels, hand-drying machines, counters, or changing tables. Because everyone knows that ritual washing cups are sufficient for proper sanitation, and mothers can change their babies on the stone floor.

Seriously: if it was so important to separate the restrooms by an entire plaza, then why couldn’t this improvised compound be for the men, and the women be allowed to keep the proper indoor restrooms? It would seem that in certain communities, chivalry is not only dead, but evidently never existed in the first place.

Here’s the exit, same as the entrance:

The entrance to the ladies’ room at the Western Wall, Passover 2010

I was so happy with our quiet and uneventful prayer service... but so disheartened to see these additional changes in the Western Wall plaza. This does not bode well.

Whose idea was it? And who gave permission?

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Now It Can Be Told: That Cat Can’t Stay Is Out!

Out on the bookshelves, that is.

I’ve been sitting on my hands since last November, begging to be allowed to blog about That Cat Can’t Stay. As anyone who’s known me for more than five seconds knows, I’m a cat-lover. Actually, that’s putting it mildly. Try head over heels. Gaga. I often joke that my computer contains so many pictures of cats that the next time it needs to be serviced, I’ll have to take it to a veterinarian.

When I found out last November that Flashlight Press was going to publish a book about cats, I think I reacted like a kid who had just been handed a lollipop, or perhaps a giant-size chocolate bar. A picture book about cats—just for me! “Please, can I blog about it?” I begged the publishers, whom I know personally. “Not until it’s out,” they said. Well, it’s out! Finally! Now I can blog about it.

Mom found a little calico.
Dad said, “That thing has got to go.
There’s no use begging. Don’t say please.
I don't like cats. They scratch my knees.
They carry fleas. They make me sneeze.
They’re always getting stuck in trees.
I want it gone. Send it away.
I'm telling you, that cat can't stay.”

But Dad is a pussycat at heart, and after saying no at first, he changes his mind and says yes. To the delight of his wife and children, his family grows by cat after cat after cat after cat—all of them rescues—until the surprising ending.

Full disclosure: The people at Flashlight Press are friends of mine. (Yes, they still are, even after I pestered them about this book for months.) As readers of this blog know, I don’t advertise in my posts. True, this blog contains one advertising link to Jewish- and Israel-related topics, but I don’t use it for sales, and that’s not my intent now, either. I simply want to let cat-lovers know about That Cat Can’t Stay, a book that I watched come into being as I tried, with little success, to suppress my squeals over each illustration and rhyme. To be honest, I would blog about it even if I didn’t know the publishers at all.

I like to make connections... and I hope that my readers won’t mind if I make a connection between cat-lovers of the blogosphere and this book. The only benefit I’ll be getting from this post is—I hope—some happy readers enjoying That Cat Can’t Stay as much as I did, and do...

... and after all, sometimes cats enjoy being read to as well.

Working cat

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Women and the Torah

From last Rosh Hodesh, two women and a Torah scroll:

Women and Torah scroll

Flowers

First, a close-up of a scarlet pimpernel, one of my favorite flowers that blooms during our all-too-brief spring:

Scarlet pimpernel

A single blossom of wood sorrel growing from a stone wall:

Wall and sorrel blossom

Friday, March 19, 2010

Cats in the Neighborhood

Cat and lion:

Cat and lion

A member of the cat colony downtown, outside the restaurant where staff members feed them:

Sleepy restaurant cat

Her Ladyship on the bookshelf:

Bookshelf kitty

The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Resting Together

A large red tabby rests in the grass together with a much smaller tortoiseshell cat. I got the feeling that they were members of the same family, and perhaps even parent and child.

Two cats

The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.

Me and My Big Mouth

Earlier this evening, I attended the demonstration against segregated bus lines in Jerusalem.

Setting up

Demonstration 1

Demonstration 3

While everyone was still arriving, before the speakers began, the sound system was playing classic popular Israeli songs. After listening for some time, I realized that I hadn’t heard a single female vocalist. I approached one of the organizers and asked why no female vocalists were on the recording that they were playing. After all, this was a demonstration against forcing women to sit in the back of the bus... and the silencing of women’s voices is a subject close to my heart. “I’m religiously observant,” I told the organizer who spoke to me, “and I’m also a singer.”

“In that case, maybe we’ll have you sing ‘Ha-tikvah’ at the end of the demonstration,” she said.

And so it was. After the last speaker spoke, the emcee introduced me, and I got up onto the stage and led the crowd in our national anthem.

Me and my big mouth.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

After Eighteen Years, a Piece of Paper and “Get Thee Out”

(with apologies to Sholem Aleichem)

Meir, who came to Israel from Uzbekistan eighteen years ago, set up a shoe-repair stall on Emek Refaim Street soon after his arrival. He’s been there ever since, a neighborhood fixture, working in his tiny shop between the post office and the bus stop. His shop is well-kept and its outside cheerfully painted. Whenever I bring Meir my own shoes to repair, his work is excellent and his prices are reasonable.

Now, after eighteen years, the municipality has refused to renew his business license. It will be closing down his stall after Passover as part of a city-wide gentrification project. Apparently, a conveniently-located, reasonably-priced shoe-repair shop is somehow not good enough for the image of Jerusalem that they want to project... just because it happens to be located in a stall rather than in a storefront.

I spoke with Meir today on my way to work and told him how sorry I was to hear what had happened. “What will you do?” I asked him.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I can’t afford to rent a shop in the city. It’s too expensive. It looks like I won’t be able to work.”

Why should Meir, and many more like him, have to face the possibility of losing their livelihoods for the sake of this project? And why should we, the neighborhood residents, have to do without him?

There has to be something that we, the citizens of this city, can do. I’ve already called a current member of the Jerusalem municipal council, who said that she would look into the matter. I also called a former member of the Jerusalem municipal council for advice and emailed the journalist who covers the municipal beat for the local English-speaking newspapers.

Does anyone have any other ideas?

Here are some photos of Meir and his shop. A view from the side, showing the painting:

Meir's shoe-repair stall 1

A view from the front:

Meir's shoe-repair stall 2

Inside the shop:

Meir's shoe-repair stall 4

Friday, March 05, 2010

Computer Kitty Will Fix It For You

Computer Kitty, I’m having trouble with one of my peripherals. Can you help me?

“Sure. What’s the trouble?”

Computer kitty

I’m having trouble getting this microphone to work. What should I do, Your Ladyship?

“I need to think about it for a bit. Can you skritch me while I think?”

“Of course.”

Skritches for Her Ladyship

“You know what, Your Ladyship? Let’s forget about the problem for now. I think I’d just like to keep on skritching you.”

“That’s just what I was hoping you’d say. Oh, I’m so sleepy....”

Her Ladyship falls asleep

“Good night, Your Ladyship. Pleasant dreams.”

“Thanks... zzzzzzz.”

Sleepy kitty

I fixed the problem while Computer Kitty slept.

The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.

Around and About

Early this afternoon, after I left work, I passed a local pizza place and saw several people in various kinds of army fatigues inside. Turns out that the six people were from five different countries: the US, Canada, the Netherlands, Germany, and New Zealand.

As they ordered their meal, I asked one of them whether I could take their picture—not posed, just candid. He agreed. That’s him turning to face the camera in the photo.

UN troops at pizza place 1

Now, outside on the terrace, enjoying their meal:

UN troops at pizza place 2

After I left, I checked out some wild plants nearby and found a bonus: a praying mantis! (Thanks to Phyllis for the correction.) The shot is slightly overexposed, but I like it anyway.

Praying mantis on cleaver

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Friday, February 26, 2010

Objects of Worship

Everybody knows that cats are to be worshipped. Right?

Here are two. First, a cat among the wild plants:

A cat among the plants

Next, Ms. Neighborcat:

Ms. Neighborcat

The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.

The Difference a Week Makes

Last week, I went for a hike in the Judean hills. Here are some of the pictures I got.

First of all, a general idea of the setting. A ruin, possibly from the Byzantine era:

Ruin with tree

The hills, with blossoming almond trees:

Almond trees with hills

In a meadow near the trail is a grove of date palms. Hardly any light reaches the ground there, in dramatic contrast to the sun-drenched hills:

Date palm grove 2

Three trees on top of a hill, with stone ruins:

Stones, trees, sky

This gorgeous blue-and-white butterfly was flying around and about. It finally lighted on an oak tree and stayed still long enough for me to take some pictures. This is the best of the shots I managed to get:

Blue butterfly

A scarlet pimpernel, face upturned:

Looking upward

A tzaharon (Barbary nut)—or, as I like to call it, a baby iris:

Tzaharon

The trail that I was on features two springs. Here is clear water emerging from one of them:

Water from the spring

Here is the tunnel of the second spring. It’s high enough to walk in if you have the proper shoes. (I didn’t, so I didn’t go wading. Next time, maybe.)

Tunnel entrance

A meadow with lupines and almond blossoms:

Meadow

An individual lupine:

Lupine with leaves

A Small Pheasant’s-Eye:

Small Pheasant's-Eye

Returning to civilization, a still parade of bicycles:

Wheels

Back in Jerusalem, a lizard on a stone wall:

Lizard 2

Hard to believe it was a week ago. We’ve had steady thundershowers for almost an entire day! (Thank goodness. We need the rain desperately.)

Sleet on Emek Refaim Street earlier today:

Sleet on Emek Refaim Street

More rain and sleet:

Rain and sleet

Finally, something unusual that I saw downtown today: soda-water bottles from 1965! (Wow—they’re as old as I am!)

Soda bottles from 1965

(Click on any photo to see a larger version. For all the pictures from my hike in the Judean hills, click here.)

Monday, February 15, 2010

Haveil Havalim Is Up

The current edition of Haveil Havalim, the weekly Jewish blogging carnival, is up at Me-Ander and Shiloh Musings.