Sunday, February 26, 2006

So I installed this nifty little gizmo from a website that I cant believe they give away for free.

statfinder.com is a fun website that is probably in serious violation of certain invasion-of-privacy laws but is certainly entertaining for me. I found it initially just to put a hit-counter on my page so I could get an idea about how many people I field on a regular basis. The counter is so far the only thing that they havent given me.

They set up some sorta spy ring inside my page that gives me the breakdown of how everybody is coming around here and how they found me. It tells me the number of people that have come by, how many were new viewers, where they come from, their IP addresses, countries, cities and economic stability. Its probably not THAT invasive, but especially with the passing of the patriot act... I dont much care.

What I have come to realize though, in the 15 or so since I installed the thing, is that Im getting a bunch of hits that I was never aware of. I was under the assumption that the same 7-20 people were stopping by here and that was the end of it. My little computer agent informs me otherwise though.

In my 23 hits since this eraly morning, mostly were Americans, but I snagged a few canadians, a few unknowns, an Israeli and a Croatian. Of the Americans, Ive gotten hits from Hicksville and Fulton NY, Akron Ohio, the expected Brooklyns and oddly enough, a Nashville. This is good and bad. Its obviously good in that Im getting a more varied group of visitors then I had assumed. Its bad however in that Im not getting any feedback from these nameless, faceless visitors. Speak up. Tell me how you found me, what you enjoyed or hated, etc...

My ego demands it.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

While reviewing my most recent posts, in an effort to avoid studying for my physics test tomorow, I realised how biased this site has become. Sure, my opinions are golden and my writing is fabulous, but what if you dont speak English? Xvi should be available to more then just the Anglicaly-tongued, snarky crowd.

And so, in effort to reach out to my ever-growing Latino following, I present my postsecret.com post in Spanish.

Catharsis: Un lanzamiento de la tensión emocional, como después de una experiencia abrumadora, que restaura o restaura el alcohol.
¿Usted ha tenido siempre un secreto que usted deseó para decir cada uno pero el couldnt dice cualquier persona? , usted hace y cada uno hace. Reprimimos las cosas que son incómodas o imposibles compartir con otras por cualquier razón. Quizá su embarassement justo. Estamos quizá asustados de repercusiones sociales. Pensamos quizá que compartiendo nuestro desires/feeling/wants/emotions enajenaremos a nuestros amigos y familia que hacen el propósito entero de compartir nuestros secretos discutible y contador-eficaz.
Para los de usted antes de las cuales nunca lo han visto, le presento http://postsecret.blogspot.com
Éste es quizás mi Web site preferido para los 60 segundos simples a la semana del disfrute que consigo de él cada domingo.
A unintroduced, el postsecret es un lugar adonde la gente va a confiar estos secretos que ella puede ser cualquier cosa y fija la gama la gama completa. Hay postes del amor y de la lujuria perdidos u ocultados. Están sobre niños y padres. Amigos y parientes. Compañeros de trabajo y extranjeros y cada uno y todo .
El formato es simple. La gente, anónimo, envía las postales hechas en casa que revelan sus secretos al mundo. Estas postales entonces se fijan aleatoriamente en el Web site para que el mundo vea. Esto ofrece a remitente la capacidad de revelar su pequeño secreto sucio al mundo en un lugar conmovedor y artístico, mientras que mantiene anonimato.
En un nivel personal, como alguien que se ha observado para ser, y está obviamente, enteramente el unemotional y el interior totalmente muerto, este Web site emerge rápidamente las emociones en mí que nunca podrían los pedazos más conmovedores de arte o de música. Soy Tyler Durden y estos postes son mi grupo de ayuda, permitiendo que se sienta y que grite. Estas tarjetas perforan a las profundidades más profundas de nuestra base emocional y fijan la bomba que acciona la explosión del interior hacia fuera. Con el más simple de declaraciones nos relacionamos con y sympathise con estos extranjeros sin nombre que sean tan como nosotros.
Estoy escribiendo este poste porque ahora entiendo solamente la espina dorsal catártica del Web site. Hoy, después de trabajar en él en concepto y el formato artístico para los últimos 2 días, he enviado un secreto mis el propios. Es una tarjeta simple, con dibujos crudos y un secreto simple, pero las acometidas de caerlo en la caja, sabiendo puedo nunca recuperarla, era intenso. Su hacia fuera allí. Mi vergüenza enterrada se revela alguien, iguala quizá a mucha gente.
Ahora, no me pregunte lo que escribí. Su anónimo y, absolutamente franco, su algo poco importante. Incluso si la fijaran, que es inverosímil que ellos siempre voluntad, el wouldnt de I todavía dice. El punto es solamente tenerlo hacia fuera allí, y esperanzadamente inspira otros si se ve siempre.
Para un abreaction verdaderamente catártico, el reccomend de I que cada uno localiza un secreto sus el propios, uno nunca compartido con cualquier persona siempre, y lo envían en. Creo que dormiré un poco mejor esta noche para él.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Catharsis: A release of emotional tension, as after an overwhelming experience, that restores or refreshes the spirit.

Have you ever had a secret that you wanted to tell everyone but couldnt tell anyone? I do, you do and everyone does. We repress things that are uncomfortable or impossible to share with others for any reason. Maybe its just embarassement. Maybe we are afraid of social repercussions. Maybe we think that by sharing our desires/feeling/wants/emotions we will alienate our friends and family making the whole purpose of sharing our secrets moot and counter-effective.

For those of you who have never seen it before, I present to you http://postsecret.blogspot.com

This is perhaps my favorite website for the simple 60 seconds a week of enjoyment I get from it every sunday.

To the unintroduced, postsecret is a place where people go to confide these secrets. they can be anything and posts range the full gamut. There are posts of lost or hidden love and lust. They are about children and parents. Friends and relatives. CoWorkers and strangers and everyone and everything else.

The format is simple. People, anonymously, send homemade postcards that reveal their secrets to the world. These postcards are then randomly posted on the website for the world to see. This offers the sender the ability to reveal their dirty little secret to the world in a touching and artistic venue, while maintaining anonymity.

On a personal level, as someone who has been observed to be, and is admittedly, entirely unemotional and completely dead inside, this website rapidly surfaces emotions in me that the most touching pieces of art or music never could. I am Tyler Durden and these posts are my support group, allowing me to feel and cry. These cards drill to the deepest depths of our emotional core and set the bomb that triggers the explosion from the inside out. With the simplest of statements we relate to and sympathise with these nameless strangers that are so like us.

I am writing this post because I only now understand the cathartic backbone of the website. Today, after working on it in concept and artistic format for the past 2 days, I have sent out a secret of my own. It is a simple card, with crude drawings and a simple secret, but the rush of dropping it in the mailbox, knowing I can never retrieve it, was intense. Its out there. My buried shame is revealed to someone, maybe even many people.

Now, dont ask me what I wrote. Its anonymous and, quite frankly, its rather unimportant. Even if they were to post it, which it is unlikely that they ever will, I still wouldnt say. The point is only to have it out there, and hopefully inspire others should it ever be seen.

For a truly cathartic abreaction, I reccomend that everyone locate a secret of their own, one never shared with anyone ever, and send it in. I believe I will sleep a little better tonight for it.

A little help please...

Ive been seeing this a lot recently: "/*

and have no idea what it means. Anyone got a clue?

There are roughly 7X10^27 atoms in a 150 lb. human body. Thats 7,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 or seven billion billion billion atoms. Thats a lot of atoms.

Now these atoms come from everywhere. The things we eat, the things we come in contact with, the air we breathe and those atoms and molecules that we are born with. That includes atoms that our mothers and fathers ate,breathed, touched and were born with.

Given the nature of atoms and molecules and the kinetic laws and the laws of statistics, the atoms that compose our body come from, literally, everywhere and every time. We have, within each and every one of us, a little piece of the entire history of the planet.

It is more then likely that we have atoms of our grandparents within us. Similarly we have atoms of their grandparents, and their grandparents and their great-great-great-great grandparents. We have parts of Ceaser and parts of Napolean and parts of Adam within us. We have atoms within us that were present at the great flood and at matan Torah. We breathe the air that they breathed then and eat the molecules of proteins and sugars and such that they ate. Or at least composite molecules. This interconnectedness is a fact of nature according to the laws that we live by. We are directly related to the past, present and future in miniscule ways that we cannot escape. Every time we go somewhere or eat something or kiss someone we take a part of them with us and make it a part of ourselves for the rest of our lives.

Take that how you like. This idea can mean different things to different people. Just something that was rumbling around in my brain at 3:45 this morning.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Hey Ezzie ( http://Serandez.blogspot.com ) first off, thanks for the mention on the round-up. Hopefully it will bring in some new readers that my exceptionally fabulous blog more than deserves ;)

Anyway, regarding your commen on the history of string theory, its something like this. String theory has been around since the early 80's and has been the prospective TOE (theory of everything) since then. Its primary combatant has been a concept called superGravity and the two have been duking it out for Physics supremacy for the past 2 decades. In more recent years, string theory has adopted some new equations that incorporate elements of supersymmetry. This evolution has led to the monicker of the superstring, as it goes beyond what the original string initially entailed.

String theory has been winning for most that while, but recently, since about 1998 ir so, there have been mathematical issues. Apparently, if one were to assume that the elementary strings were to inhabit 10 physical dimensions, as string theorists do, then there is a screw-up. The 10-dimension theory supports FIVE entirely different, yet mathematically feasible string concepts. This is a major tarnish on the reputability of ST as a potential theory. Funny thing is though, that when incorporates the superGravity idea of 11 dimensions, the five strings turn out to be variants of each other.

The evolution then has been:
String theory incorporates suppersymmetry and becomes superstring theory.
Superstring theory incorporates superGravity theory and becomes the mysteriously dubbed "M-theory"

I believe thats where its been since 2001 and where it currently stands.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

TODAY, (Sara < http://www.icecreamandme.blogspot.com/ > gets the coincidence [ by the way, Sara one or two? Did you guys work that out?]), I went to get a bill from college to show that I have paid so that I could have my ID validated. I happened to look at my bill for no apparent reason right before handing it over when I noticed something odd.

(Some background info before the fun stuff. 12 credits is a full time student. If you did not pay in full, classes were going to be dropped in mid-january. In mid January, I had not completely finished putting my schedule together, as I usualy wait for the 2nd week of classes to do that. In order to pay a bill for full-time student however, I needed to enroll in over 12 credits of classes, and so I arbitrarily picked classes that I MIGHT take, with intentions to dump them later if they prove unecesary.As usual, I got most of my courses through overtally and got a nice 16-cred semester going.)

When I looked at the bill , I noticed that I was enrolled in 20 credits of schoolwork. I ran online to check it out. Turns out I was enrolled in a 4-cred physiological class that I never dropped.

Normally this wouldnt be that big a deal, but today is the 16th. I also happened to notice on the schedule at the registrar that the 16th is also the last available day to drop a course without having a "W"-ithdrawl on your transcript. This is a huge mar, particularly if you have any interest in med school. If it came down to getting the W, I may have stuck with the course, only begining attendance 2+ weeks in.

Im not sure what the point of the story was. Am I a man-ditz? Exceptionally lucky? Blessed by G-d? Or maybe its choice "D"?

A) Man-ditz
B) Exceptionally Lucky
C) Blessed by G-d
D) All of the above

So, my friend Yaakov ( http://www.myspace.com/yaakov ) has a blog on his myspace account and he asked an interesting question. Namely, he was interested in the age-old philosophical question of pre-destination and "bechira" or free choice. If one's actions are already known and mapped out by an omnipotent and omniscient G-d, are we still accountable for our actions? Why? Whats the point? Etc...

These are my opinions and do not reflect those of any Rabbi that I have consulted with or any particular philosopher. If they match those of one you are familiar with, then I just got lucky.

Now, see, heres the dilemma. You are trying to comprehend the future from a present tense. If g-d exists in a timeless world then all that is, was and will be exist in the present tense. Time does not progress but rather exists as a singularity.

A little moshul: Imagine being tied to the side of a moving trainthat moves down an infinite track. In addition to being tied down, you are also blindfolded, save for one eye which has a long narrow pipe attached to it. The only vision you have comes from whatever passes through the end of that pipe. Bear in mind that this is the only form of perception you have ever had. You would therefore naturally assume that this is all that perceiving is. How would know to assume that if the pipe were removed you could see all the vast scenery in one panorama?

This is the human perception of time. We experience it in a progressive fashion as dictated by our natural laws of physics. As Einstein's thesis on special relativity points out though, time progression is not uniform. At high speeds or excessive forces of gravity, time comes to an almost complete standstill when viewed relatively to a body at rest or in moderate gravitational fields.

More importantly, what this indicates is that time is a whole. It is a continuum that is only particularly viewed as progressing in the forward direction due to the laws of entropy. We look at the stars and see dots of light. The vision of the star as it is now at this moment. In the true sense of space-time though, stars are long spaghetti-like strings, with one end being a large gas cloud and the other being an exploding supernova. So to humans, in the true time sense, are long worms with baby legs on one end and old-man legs on the other. Time progression is simply a perception, much in the way that the eye perceives color. It is not a physical property but rather a cognitive translation.

This does not change free-will however, or at least it does not demand it as you might assume it would. Our actions are still our own. We perform them and are accountable for them. Just because they can all be viewed, beginning to end, simultaneously by a timeless g-d, does not remove our accountability for them. That is again, merely a perception of ours, bound as we are within this progressive constraint.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Its weird. Ive been thinking a lot about change these days. How times have changed, how my friends have changed (be it that my friends have changed or my friends are different people), how Ive changed personally.

I was reading a post by The Pragmatician ( http://pragmatician.blogspot.com ) on happy people. He was talking about those people that just smile at you as you walk into the mall. The people that are paid to change your mood. The comments all seemed to say that everyone seems to like those people. The shiny, happy people who are always so sweet and bubbly and friendly. I seemed to be the only person who seemed to be annoyed at them, and I started to wonder why.

I started thinking about how my friend Orit always quips about me being depressed. So long as I know her shes been saying that. Then I started thinking about a comment that my friend Liba made a long time ago but always stuck with me. It was some random night in camp, I had just gotten off from putting my kids to bed and I spotted a group of my friends sitting on the benches. I went over and the very first thing Liba said to me was "how are you always so happy?" Apparently I was smiling at the time and just generaly smiled a lot back then. Real smiles. Not the picture smiles I throw at people these days (And im pretty unphotogenic too). It was a random comment but it pops up from time to time. One of those times was now.

It only occured to me now, that I hate the shiny, happy people because I was one of them once. Its kind of the way I feel about anarchy I guess.

In highschool I was a utopian anarchist. Basically I claimed that the fundamental right of the people was to rule themselves, no governments, no community boards, no nothing, but that government only temporarily needs to exist because people have done a pretty shoddy job at ruling themselves. Very Hobbesian. I know. The funny thing is that now Im a republican. I lean conservative and I bash democrats. Im the guy that yells at the guy playing hackeysack. "Get a job." I think i feel angry at them though because they have the idealism that I used to have, but have lost. Ive always been sarcastic, but I think its evolved into real negative cynicism. Id love to have that idealism back.

Liba taught me that I used to be happy. Now Orit tells me that Im f**ked up. Im pissed at myself for losing that hapiness and I get upset at happy people for reminding me.

Now I dont want people to read this wrong and start reccomending suicide hotlines or anything. Im not perpetuallly upset. Im not constantly down and sorrowful. I think its just that my feelings have become more muted. I used to feel the high rise and steep fall of happiness and sadness. Now its just bumps and drops. Im not sad. Im just not thrilled.

Its funny that I saw Garden State the other night. The Zack Braff character seemed to be going through the same detached thing that I do, albeit a bit more severly then I am. He also seemed to have gotten over his inner-deadness through typical movie-fodder romance. Should I buy the hollywood answer then and get back on the shidduch market three days after dropping off the wagon? Or should I accept this as a phase? A slight slump in my otherwise chipper disposition?

I mean, Im really not that pissed.

So, Im not intending to turn this blog into a political forum. That's really not the point. I may be looking for direction on this thing but trust me, politics is not something I like to discuss with strangers. All the same though, I saw some stuff that just made me want to speak out even more on something that's been festering in my brain for some while now. So comment if you like, this is a democratic blog, but don't come here looking for your news. Im not that up-to-date on it myself.

I don't know if you've been following news on the Danish cartoon comics that were in a political mag some time back. The ones depicting Allah as a terrorist? Now, doubtless there was a large amount of insensitivity involved in the production of those drawings:




Doubtless, though, has been the absolute ballslesness (its a word. look it up.)of the liberal media, the political world and the defenders of free speech everywhere in their defense of the Islamic terror... I mean protestors who have been boycotting this production. As fundamental Muslims have learned since 9-11, you don't have to fly planes into buildings and kill thousands of innocent people to prove your point. Hell... that's a bad idea. Even the puniest of governments will find the need to respond to that, whether violently or politically. Rather, if you frame the issue in a light of "media insensitivity," the same nation that will hunt you donw through the deepest caves of Afghanistan will bend over backwards, so far as to even give you the keys to that same skyscraper.

This sensitivity has been seen globally, most recently in the firing of the editor of the Danish paper that printed those caricatures(sp?).

More recent news includes the actions of Burger King, which withdrew its ice cream cones from its British menus because Rashad Akhtar of High Wycombe complained that the creamy swirl shown on the lid looked like the word "Allah" in Arabic script.

Such sensitivity has similarly been seen in the discontinuation, by Dutch film director Albert Ter Heerdt, of his hit multicultural comedy "Shouf Shouf Habibi!" Perhaps his motives for discontinuation should be explored though? When asked WHY he canceled the program (no doubt out of respect for the non-threatening fundamentalist community) he replied "I don't want a knife in my chest."

Um...

Is he being paranoid? Funny enough, this is what happened to the last Dutch film director to make a movie about Islam: Theo van Gogh, on whose "right to dissent" (a democratic right intrinsic to the right of free speech and freedom of the press) all those Hollywood blowhards have been strangely silent about. Perhaps they're just being "sensitive," too?

How about the sensitivity of the increasing numbers of Dutch citizens who "dislike" the growing tension and fear enough to emigrate to New Zealand and Canada? Many people find the Dutch countries to be among the most democratic and diverse nations on the planet. Unfortunately, multi-culturality is becoming a thing of the past. No longer are nations multi-cultural, rather they are becoming uniformly bicultural. One culture being most people: be they black, white, gay, Jewish, Buddhist, Zoroastrian, hippie, nudist, Catholic, Wiccan or atheist, all of whom try as hard as they can to get along with everyone else as best they can in a setting of racial, religious and lifestyle tolerance. The other culture of our bicultural experience has become folks who do not accept the give-and-take, the rough-and-tumble of a diverse and tolerant society, and, when one gently raises the matter of their intolerance, they threaten to kill you, which makes the question somewhat moot.

Now, as a Jewish kid, Im no stranger to the occasional offense against my religion, usually coming from Jewish people anyway (here's looking at you Jewish Press) but I understand A) the position of ignorance that most of these comments come from and B) the right of the public to express these opinions. Personally I find that the anti-defamation league, the protectors of the Jewish name in the press and media, often go to far in their protectiveness, pointing fingers where no nasty commenst were made. I dont believe however that this sort of protest is ever acceptable, free speech or not:


Personally, I think that freedom is a two-way street. You want the freedom to protest? Allow the freedom of rebuttal and criticism. It seems though that freedom is less two-ways and more double-edged. Democracy and freedom everywhere have an uphill battle to fight and when democracy is in trouble thats usually trouble for the jews. G-D help us all.

Thanks to ushi for the pictures and Mark Steyn for many quotes and the original insight.

Saturday, February 04, 2006


So some people see this picture and think Im gonna get Jewishly-political here. Warning. This is not the point. Im not here to rag on or support meshichistim. I had met this man many times while he was still blessing the world with his presence and I loved him dearly. He knew my grandfather and I feel like he knew me. I still have the dollar he gave me the first time we met. I exchanged it for a different one that I gave to tzedakah. The picture is up merely as a prelude to my personal history, which I am posting in response to Sara's (http://trophyofthehour.blogspot.com/ Sorry, Im not good at in-text linking) question about my "affiliation" with "the Lubeys."

Some personal history:

My dad was raised religious. His mother, father, sister and brother were all very heimishe people from boro park and they, and their respective families, all are frum as can be in the businessman Brooklyn sense. When you get past the immediate family though, things get quite different. My direct family being the epicenter, if you branch out into cousins, the more distant you get from me the less religious you seem to become (how egotistical am I?). As the familial layers proceed you go from people who put on their left shoes first (GASP!) to people who wake up after sof z'man krias shma (EGAD!) to not keeping kosher, to driving on shabbos, to eating pig with a hooker on Yom Kippur, to serial rapists.* It was inevitable then that my father would be searching for a gal whose exended family was a bit more religious then his own.

My mother was raised Lubavitch. Now, this only means in certain aspects. My grandfather did not have a beard, did not attend tish and never went on shlichus. He was a good ol' European jew in a town full of tradionionalists. He did daven at 77o Eastern Pkwy and he was personally close with the aforementioned rebbe zatza"l and he kept many of the more ancient lubavitch minhagim, including living in crown heights. My mother went to the crown heights yeshiva and was among the minority in her less the zealous keepings of certain lubavitch-specific aspects of Judaism. Again however, keeping myself as the epicenter, as one proceeds out further into the familial boondocks of my matriarchal mishpacha we seem to get more and more lubavitch. It starts with the beard, which grows ever loonger as you proceed away from Xvi on the family tree. There is also the proximity to 770, the distance one travels on shlichus and the amount of kids your family seems to have. I am one of three. My mothers cousins have roughly seven. Second cousins have, on average, twelve. My mother has a relative in Jerusalem that has (Im really not kidding about this, I mean it.) 21 children kenayna hora. My mother then was seeking out a soulmate from a little less of a tradional upbringing.

My mother and father met, however it was that they did, and thought they were perfect for each other in this, and assumingly at least a few other aspects. They, howeve, never seemed to discuss this as my mother rarely goes back to crown heights and my father set up his practice there.

This leaves me somewhere in between irelligious and completely fanatical. That ballance should not exist and yet here I am. Slightly Chasidish, slightly intermarried. Im a psychoanalysts wet dream.

*please note that this is all pure hyperbole and allegation. We have yet to have any convictions on any of these charges.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Ok, so for those who dont know, Ive been shidduch dating a bit recently and it really hasnt been going all that well.

Firstly, the reasons for my being in the dating world at all are shady at best. Consider my parents primary reasons for putting me out to pasture:

1)75% of my high school class was married/engaged before the mesozoian age of 22. "Nu Xvi? Isnt it your turn?"

2)My fathers brother... his baby brother (who got married at 19 and had daughters instantly) has 3 grandkids. My father waited and had me. Clearly this has become my problem.

3)I live in flatbush, which means that the Rancho Carne of women opens at the just-legal 18 years of age limit. If i dont jump on the wagon Ill end up with some old maid, apparently. She may even be... ::GASP:: 22!

4) My room is a mess. I need to get married, learn responsibility and take my mess to some other womans house. My moms had enough.

These are the primary reasons for my unleashing according to the homefront. So, like the good yiddishe bochur i am I obliged. Why not? Meet some nice ladies, take it casual, if I meet someone I like... sure, Im cool with marriage.

But its never that simple is it?

Now, in my own best interests I laid down a few, simple guidelines as to the type of date I'll go on.

a) she cant be chasidish (excluding Lubavitch women, they are a breed all their own and this rule dosent apply to them)

2) she has to have pursued a higher education or at the very least appreciate academia on a fundamental level.

3) She dosent hae to be in mensa, but she cant be an ICP fan either...

4) She should, if at all possible, have actuall interests/ideas/hobbies/personality. That may sound standard... but Im from Brooklyn.

and most importantly!!! 5) the shadchan should KNOW THE GIRL, KNOW ME, and HAVE A REASON for thinking this shidduch might work other then "oh, Mrs/Mr. XVI, you have a son? I know a girl!" This happens. I kid you not.

So whats been happening? Well, I folded instantly when I accepted my first date from a woman who apparently knows my mother somehow from shul. My mother accepted on my behalf and I went out with an 18 year old.

Yup.

Then I went on a barrage of dates that were set up based on my classification of being "religious but different." This means that i went to a nice all-dudes high school, daven in a nice black-hat shul, spent 2 years in a nice heimish yeshiva in Israel, but I wear a kippah srugah. So I get set up with crack-whores, lesbians and Creed fans, all from nice flatbush homes.

Finally I put my foot down as Id had enough. I removed my mother from her executive position, placed her in a recon post and told her to do some homework before she sends me out to the wolves again. I didnt go on a date for a month.

Finally a friend decided to set me up. She had met a girl at a party, thought she was great for me, etc... I went on the date had a great time, saw actuall potential in someone for the first time ever... only to be refused a third date by my mum due to "baggage." No details necessary.

That was strike two of my current dating at-bat.

Most recently, my grandmother had been talking to me about this girl I had to go out with. Whats her name?
"I dont know"
what does she do?
"I dont know"
Where is she from?
"Im not sure. I think the 5 towns."
What do her parents do?
"I dont know."
So how do you know her?
"I know her great-aunt from back in Poland. A nicer family you wont find!"

Thats the date i went on last night.

Suffice it to say that she'll make some lakewood kollel guy really happy, but she just may not be my cup of tea...

What I said about chasidish girls, that can be applied to the uber-yeshivish as well. Then again I figured that was obvious. I think I may be done with shidduchim for a while.

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