Hello, my loyal readers!  Everyone ok out there?

Quick life update:  I ran my car into a tree.  The good news is I’m fine.  The bad news is it was on Tu B’shvat.  The JNF is pissed.

Ok, ok, I’m joking.  (Sorry if I scared you, Mom.)  If only I had a car….

Now for a real update:  almost three years ago, I had a meeting with David Horovitz, then the editor of the Jerusalem Post.  I had requested a meeting with him to pitch a regular humor column.  I walked into his office, eager, excited, and full of confidence like a band member meeting with a big record producer to hand over their demo tape (if you’re reading this and under 18, a tape was how dinosaurs used to listen to music).  Before I could give my shpiel as I had done many times before, he cut directly to the chase like a man who, well, had limited time because he was the editor of the Jerusalem Post.  Here’s the thing about record producers:  it’s probably safe to assume that you aren’t the first one to sit in their chair so excuse them if their enthusiasm is a bit tempered.

He proposed that I pitch him three different stories.  I’m not sure what response I was expecting but I suppose it was closer to “Omig——d!  You are simply the funniest thing since chicken-fried falafel!  Here’s a blank paycheck and a byline.  WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!!”  (Skeptics:  have you ever seen chicken-fried falafel?  IT’S A RIOT!  Easily the funniest thing since a buffalo in a mikveh.)

Since I still don’t know how to use Photo Shop, I can’t create that image.
Instead, I’ll give you an image of Balki.  Just because he’s funny.

I was about to leave Israel to work at summer camp and I wasn’t so interested in writing three stories in hopes that he might like one.  Was I lazy?  Maybe.  Unclear.  I guess it wasn’t important enough to me to follow through under those circumstances.  Or maybe it wasn’t the right time.

Perhaps it’s a function of living in such a tiny country but for at least the second time in the last couple of months, a fun and exciting opportunity is returning to me and saying, “MAH KOREH, GEVER?!”  Within the next few days, David’s new news site, the Times of Israel, will be launching and, thanks to an invitation from someone at the Ops & Blogs section, the site is already hosting my first article, “The Idiot’s Guide to Bombing Iran.”  For a sneak-preview of the site, you can read it and some of the other blog posts on the Ops & Blogs page specifically, although the rest of the site isn’t live just yet (and even that page may be down….but my article should be up….for the most part.)

When we first met a few years ago, David pointed out that the “slice of life”/typical oleh perspective wasn’t exactly what he was looking for.  After the initial response of “but my stuff is good” passed through my mind, I realized that he had a good point.  Every year (or three months), there’s a new immigrant fresh off the boat, ready to tell the world that Americans and Israelis are different and that there are so many crazy, hilarious, exhilarating, and ridiculous things about getting settled in this country.  When I read them, I think, “Really, oleh chadash?  Been there, done that.  How about something new?”

It’s not unrelated that I’ve been writing less on this blog for the last couple of years because, even taking into account how much I loved nothing more than documenting my first few years in Israel in what I hope was hilarious fashion, how long can you do it?  How long can you be the new, wide-eyed, commenting-on-every-little-thing-while-trying-to-assimilate-into-society oleh?  Not that long.

David made me wonder if the smarter path wasn’t to try some kind of political satire, writing about the news and more high-brow topics (you know, because Israel is never in the news.)  It may have taken three years but this invitation extended to me by the Times of Israel was all I needed.  This article on Iran was my first ever crack at such a serious topic and I think it came out great.  I can’t imagine dealing with anything graver and certainly hope this isn’t the last time I take on such a subject.  Not to toot my own horn but if you’ve read my stuff before and if you’re still reading, I don’t think you’ll hold it against me.  I think this might be one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written.  I’m also not just kissing up when I say this but I think David is a great writer; I wouldn’t have written this for just anyone.

Take a look, comment on the site, and as always, share if you like.  Thanks to my friends Liza and Yoav for the last-minute proofing and extra sets of eyes.  I give you “The Idiot’s Guide to Bombing Iran.”

Enjoy!

Ok, I just discovered a website to make your own parody of those motivational posters that were on corporate walls back in the ’90s.  While they’re not new, this seems to be the unofficial latest meme on Facebook.  I now know how I will be wasting my time for the next day (or week.)  Thanks for the link, Susie Baumohl!

Chag sameach and enjoy eating fruit!

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Once upon a time, there was an oleh….we’ll call him Renji.  Renji got fed up with the stupid tourist t-shirts that hadn’t changed since the Ben-Gurion Administration.  You know the ones:  ”Super Jew”….”My Job is So Secret, Even I Don’t Know What I’m Doing”…the upside down “Go *&^% Yourself”.  Ok, admittedly, that one is still kind of amusing to this day.  But you’re telling me that we can’t do better in the 21st century than to recycle the same dorky shirts?

After complaining to his friends about the same ol’ shirts, Renji finally did something about it and hired his good friend Swillary to design some new shirts based on a few ideas he came up with.  Voila!  Funny Israeli t-shirts!

The response to Renji’s shirts was quite positive but there was only one problem.  Renji couldn’t sell them.  Well, to be more accurate, Renji couldn’t make them, not in bulk anyway.  Rather than front the money for tons of designs, styles, and colors, he set up a site on a Cafe Press-type on-demand site where they’re only printed (wait for it) on demand.  Before the shirts were even marked up, they were over $20 at the absolute minimum.  Renji knew from that point that nobody would want to buy them but he didn’t feel like committing his life to running a t-shirt business.

This little fairy tale is so old that Renji even had hair and lenses on his old t-shirt site.
Unfortunately, his hairline did not live happily ever after (although it did recede into the sunset.)

Oh well…you live, you learn.  Renji was pleased that he had at least given it a shot and never regretted it a bit.  He learned that from every failure comes a lesson and that no project is so urgent that it must be rushed into immediately. Another time would come.  However, Renji continued to think about his t-shirts, wishing he might get another chance to raise the lame level of t-dorkiness in local stores.

One day, a year and a half later, Renji was accepted to participate in the Schusterman Foundation’s ROI Summit, a conference which “unites young creative Jews with like-minded peers, mentors and professionals in an effort to develop and promote current and unique initiatives.”  Upon checking into his hotel room on Mt. Scopus, imagine Renji’s surprise to find out that his roommate was a man named David Kramer.  Who’s David Kramer, you ask?  Well, David Kramer just happens to be the founder of the NU Campaign, a company which makes socially conscious t-shirts supporting different causes and stories.  Amazingly, David and Renji had traveled in the exact same circles, working with groups like Masa Israel, Birthright, and Nefesh B’Nefesh.  They stayed in touch after the conference, meeting several times in Jerusalem and even in Denver at the JFNA General Assembly.  And now?

Renji and David are proud to announce the NU Campaign’s new “Benji Lovitt series”!  There’s a new page on the site called “Funny” which includes, as of today, four shirts.  Three of them are Renji’s.  Which ones?  In the unlikely event that you can’t guess, they’re the ones which say (you’re not going to believe this) “yiyeh b’seder“.  More will follow.

These specific shirts are $18 for online purchase but are on sale in the store, located on Shlomzion Hamalka Street, just a stone’s throw from Ben-Yehudah and Zion Square.  Anyone reading this who frequents Jerusalem should definitely check out the store where you can find shirts benefitting causes like Save a Child’s Heart, the Leket Food Bank, Arsim for Hair Gel, and more.  (Ok, so forget the last one.)

They say that good things come to those who wait.  Hopefully t-shirts come, too.  I’m thrilled to be working with such a cool initiative and to be helping them promote all their shirts to Birthright Israel groups starting this winter.

So head on down to the store to check out the cool stuff they’re doing and to the website as well.  And if you can’t make it any time soon?  Just remember….yiyeh b’seder!

From our recent Hahafuch variety show….enjoy!

Boker tov-did you have a nice Shabbat?  Funny how after five-plus years here, I’ve realized that I call the weekend “Shabbat” irrespective of religious connotations.  I had a typical lazy weekend in Jerusalem, relaxing and watching illegally downloaded movies, or as I like to call them, “movies”.  On the topic of copyright infringement, I was chatting with my friend Jason about SOPA, trying to figure it all out.  I don’t know enough about the topic to have come to an opinion yet but as I’ve discussed with my chumus club friends, it is bizarre that ever since Napster came along, everybody steals music and movies with no conscience.  I appreciate the major companies’ desire to take action but as Jason put forth, perhaps Congress should be using tweezers to combat piracy, not a sledgehammer.  Which brings me to my main question:  ”how do you combat piracy with tweezers?”

Whatever…I’ve got “movies” to watch.

This weekend, I decided to rewatch the “Star Wars” trilogy, as it had been several years.  I’m sure I saw these approximately 87,500 times as a kid but not in at least fifteen years or so, when they were rereleased in theaters during my last semester in college, and probably not for many years before that. I wanted to see if I would appreciate them different as an adult.  (Ever see a movie as a kid and then realize many years later that you might have missed some important details the first time around?  I seem to remember “The Sound of Music” being on TV on Thanksgiving.  As far as I could tell, it was a happy movie about family, dogs biting, bees stinging, lonely goats, and other stuff.  A couple of hours in, I’d fall asleep.  Fast-forward to adulthood.  Do you know what that movie is really about?  NAZIS!  Lots of ‘em!  Big, bad ones!  Austria in the 1930s…who would have thunk it?  Kind of put a damper on all the frolicking and “do-re-mi” shenanigans (shenaniganim)).

A few things which popped into my mind while watching the trilogy…

• C3PO speaks over six million forms of communication…and I can’t learn Hebrew.  That sucks.  Then again, maybe he lived in a city where he could better immerse himself with foreign droids.  By the way, I wasn’t able to place his accent.  What part of London is he from?
• Who had a more annoying training process?  Luke, living in a swamp, or Daniel-san, having to build an entire deck?  It’s not clear.  Either way, seems like pretty good preparation for the army.  Are Jedis exempt from service like charedim?  Seems like studying the ways of the Force would be a pretty good excuse.  And on that note, the Emperor was definitely an extremist.  That guy should lighten up (and consider eye make-up).  And what are the odds that Mr. Miyagi was based on Yoda?  If you replace Yoda’s pointy ears with Mr. Miyagi’s love of the bonsai tree, they’re pretty darn similar.
• I’m not embarrassed to say that I think I know “Spaceballs” better than “Star Wars” (again, the age thing).  Anyone who isn’t thinking “dink dink, dink dink dink DINK DINK DIIIINK!” when the Jawas show up is lying.
• Maybe I’m late to the observation party but did anyone else catch Jabba smoking a nargila?  I would definitely not want to partake after that dude.  A Wookiee is at least kind of like a big dog (and don’t dogs have really clean teeth?)  Jabbas’s more like someone who works at Mas Hachnasa.  And on that note…

“Solo…ah ah ah….mooga beechu apple flavor.”

• They should totally play the “Imperial Death March” when you walk into the arnona office for intimidation purposes.  If I had heard that the first time I tried to argue, I would have turned around and run home.
• And lastly, I’m not going to wait for him to die to give a Steve Jobs-like eulogy:  Harrison Ford is the coolest dude alive.  I’ve always been more of an Indy than a Han guy but when you throw in Dr. Richard Kimble and everything else, who was more of a bad-ass?

Now I can rewatch the first (last?) three episodes which I definitely haven’t seen since the theater.  I’d love to watch them with Hebrew subtitles just to see if they translate Darth Maul as “Kenyon Darth”.

Thanks to JewishBoston for commissioning this piece since picked up by Jpost.  

Chanukah. Hanukkah. Chanuka. So nice, I spelled it thrice. What’s not to like about the Festival of Lights? A time to sing….to play….to clog your arteries with cooking oil. LET’S PARTY! Whether you like your latkes with apple sauce or sour cream, there’s much to celebrate for eight days this December, so gather round, children, and let’s learn about the upcoming Jewish holiday.

What’s this celebration all about? In 168 BCE, the Syrian-Greek army gained control of the Jewish Temple. In 167 BCE, their king, Antiochus, declared that followers of Judaism would be killed. And in 166 BCE, Jewish rebels known as the Maccabees decided that two thousand years later, their descendants might need a reason to make dorky Youtube videos.

Like the Brady Bunch but with Alice and all other women banished to the kitchen.
(Hey, don’t blame me, I’m not the one making estrogen-free videos.) 

Regaining control of their land, the Maccabees returned to the Temple to discover that they only had enough oil to light the Temple’s ritual menorah (candelabrum) for one day. To their surprise, it lasted eight. And to this very day, we commemorate this miracle of the oil lasting eight days by eating an inhuman amount of fried foods. The most popular oil-coated delicacies are jelly doughnuts (sufganiyot, primarily in Israel) and deep-fried potato pancakes (latkes), which taste like pancakes in much the same way that cotton candy tastes like liquid mercury.

This little history and culinary lesson should clarify that despite the holiday’s close proximity to Christmas, the festivals really have nothing in common. Although Christmas is celebrated on the 25th of December and Chanukah begins on the 25th of the Jewish month of Kislev, rather than waiting for a fat man to visit, we Jews try to put on as much weight as humanly possible. Furthermore, while many Jews in the United States give gifts on these eight days, it is understood that this custom has developed simply so that Jewish children will not feel left out during Christmastime. (The Jewish holiday associated with gift-giving is actually Purim, which usually falls in March and may explain why halfway through the month, left-out Catholics are so eager to give each other the gift of green beer.)

To mark these eight festive days, Jews light a special menorah known as a chanukiyah which begs the question “what the heck is a non-special menorah?” The first night, we light one candle, the second night two, and so on. Each candle is lit from a separate candle called the shamash whose job is illumination, as using the ritual candles for light is forbidden. The shamash sits apart or above the others, which can occasionally lead to issues of jealousy, petty name calling, and online candle bullying.

See the one in the middle?  It’s about to sucker-punch the blue one to its right.  
WATCH OUT, LITTLE GUY!

Now that we’ve lit the candles and sung joyful songs, let’s have some fun. It is tradition for young children to play with a dreidel, a four-sided top with letters on each side, each one corresponding to an amount of goodies the spinner will win or lose, based on how the dreidel lands. The main lessons to take from this are, one, that Chanukah is a happy occasion, and two, that gambling should begin at a young age.

FYI: While many Diaspora Jews have a strong connection to Chanukah, it is not considered a major religious holiday in Judaism. Unlike on the Sabbath, celebrants are not commanded to rest, which is ironic considering that the large number of doughnuts might induce a food coma.

However you plan to celebrate, spin that dreidel loud and spin it proud. Chag Chanukah sameach!

Don’t miss my upcoming standup and variety shows (with Hahafuch).

Looking to laugh during the eight crazy nights?  I have shows in Jerusalem and Tel Aviv so mark your calendars now.

On Thursday, the 22nd, and Saturday, the 24th, my comedy troupe Hahafuch is putting on variety shows with all new sketches, our brand new “Aliyah Diaries” (think “The Vagina Monologues” but with fewer lady parts and more klitah stories), standup by Some Dumb Oleh, a musical guest, and more.  At 45 shekels for non-AACI members, it’s probably the best deal you can get in town.  Details on the flyer below and in the FB invite.

Sunday night, the 25th, I’ll be doing standup with Kandi Abelson in Tel Aviv at an Italian restaurant near the shuk.  Lasagna AND laughs?  What could be better?  Details here.  Come out!

And one more thing:  at the Jewish Federations of North America’s General Assembly last month, I was asked to give what’s called an Ignite presentation at the Rocky Mountain Schmooze, the happy hour for what we’ll call the “Next Gen” happy hour (you know, anyone between eighteen and my generation).  So what’s an Ignite talk?  Most people know what TED talks are, yes?  Ignite is a pretty new format where someone gives a five minutes talk about the topic of his/her choice.  So what’s the catch?  The speaker is accompanied by a Power point presentation he/she puts together which auto-advances every fifteen seconds.  So timing and sticking to your script is critical, or if not, the ability to be really flexible if you get thrown off.  My friend Esther Kustanowitz organized the evening and asked me to be one of four presenters.  It was quite challenging to put together but I pulled it off (despite having to talk 400 miles per hour).  There’s no video of my talk but there is the audio synchronized with the slide show.  Enjoy.

This just in:  the Red Hot Chili Peppers are coming to Israel, scheduled to perform in Tel Aviv’s Park Hayarkon on September 10, 2012. According to Haaretz, “tickets will go on early sale for a special price of NIS 320, going up to NIS 390 once the early sale is over. Premium and VIP tickets will also be available for NIS 750 and NIS 1200 respectively.”

After the visits of Air Supply, Whitesnake, and Roxette, whose last hits peaked around the time of the 2nd Temple’s destruction.  For this reason, music snobs, please save the “they don’t rock like they used to” comments.  We’re just happy to get them when they’re still relevant.  Maybe we’ll even get something the likes of which we saw in spring 1992 when Guns n’ Roses played here, causing Axl Rose to yell onstage, “Shalom motherf*****s!”  (Well, I didn’t see it.  I was here on Year Course and missed it.  No excuses.)

And if anyone out there is actually still wondering, “why does Tel Aviv get all the concerts?”, the answer is simple.  Do you really want to see Flea wear a kittel?  (This question ensures that I will finally reach page one for the all-important “Flea wears a kittel” search query.)  Last year, “Sex and the City 2″ ads were banned in Jerusalem.  If the Chili Peppers played the Holy City’s Teddy Stadium, we’d have to hear the title track from their classic album performed as “Blood Sugar Shas Magik.”  And who wants that?

“Put a shirt on!  It’s cold!”
(Wait, he knows he can’t be buried in a Jewish cemetery, right?
Yet another moment where I wish I could PhotoShop.) 

In fact, I was able to dig up their setlist from their last trip to Jerusalem.  Hopefully we’ll hear some of these again.

Give It Away (Nu, Your Money!  TEN PER CENT!)

Suck My Kishke

Under the Bimah

Higher Ground (The Dome of the Rock…it will be ours again!)

Breaking the Goy

Soul to Shlep

Aeroplane (for my ten kids)

Lox Rollercoaster

Scar Talmud

Around the Vos

Californikaddish

Yeah, they should definitely play Tel Aviv.  Israel, here they come.  (In nine months.)

It’s that time of year again; we’re just days away from the annual Comedy for Koby winter tour.  I’m always surprised to meet an Anglo who hasn’t heard of it but anything is possible.  B’kitzur, nice Jewish boy Avi Liberman is back, along with three more American comedians to make us laugh, all for a good cause, details of which can be found in the link above.

This season’s lineup:

John Mulrooney:  An Evening at the Improv, Hollywood Squares, Comedy Central, Showtime, HBO, etc.

Maryellen Hooper:  The Dennis Miller Show, The Martin Short Show, The Tonight Show, Comedy Central, named “Female Comedian of the Year” by the American Comedy Awards, etc.

Saleem Muhammad:  Winner of 2010 Boston Comedy Festival, The Tonight Show, Last Comic Standing, Best Damn Sport Show…Period, and BET’s Comic View

And of course, Avi Liberman, tour founder and funny guy from Craig Ferguson, Comedy Central, and Showtime, guaranteed to do the best Israel jokes not written by Some Dumb Oleh.  When you see Avi, be sure to ask him why the Houston Texans can’t keep their quarterbacks healthy.  He loves getting that question-REALLY!

Show schedule:

-Tuesday, December 6th, Raanana, 8:30pm, Yad Labanim, Achuza 147

-Wednesday, December 7th, Beit Shemesh, 8:30pm, Eshkol Payis, Migdal Hamayim

-Saturday, December 10th, Modiin, 8:30pm, Einan Theater, Azrieli Mall

-Sunday, December 11th, Jerusalem, TWO SHOWS, 7:00pm, 9:30pm, Beit Shmuel, 6 Shama St., near the David Citadel and King David Hotels

If you’re wondering if the two Jerusalem shows are different, the answer is a resounding yes.  The early show will be very funny and the late show serves shawarma dumplings to all paying customers.

-Monday, December 12th, Tel Aviv, 8:30pm, Tzavta 1, Ibn Gvirol  30

-Tuesday, December 13th, Gush Etzion, 8pm, Matnas Gush Etzion

You know what they say:  ain’t no party like a Gush Etz party CAUSE A GUSH ETZ PARTY DON’T STOP!

And, as always….

-December 14th-18th, FIVE SOLD OUT SHOWS IN DIMONA!  Just kidding. Katy Perry has the arena that week.  (By the way, in order to figure out what musical reference I’d use here, I pulled up the iTunes Top 10 song list.  Did you know that the #9 download is “Ni**as in Paris” by Kanye West and Jay Z?  Either I can’t believe there’s a song by that name or “ninjas” is now a bad word.  Or Ninfas for the Houstonians out there.)

This is when I wish I could Photoshop.  Although 7 PM on a Thursday night in Israel is not the time to start.
Sorry, boys-no Eiffel Tower for you. 

Order tickets here, email comedyforkoby@kobymandell.org, or call 077-955-5255. Tickets are going fast.  See you there!

Update:  Thank you, Micha!

I believe the children are our future.  Teach them well and let them lead the way.  I just made that up.  Sounds good, right?  Even though they’re dumb and crap their pants, trust me, it won’t always be that way.  Kids are going places; you heard it here first.

So when fellow Hahafuch team member Molly asked me to babysit her one-year old Ami for an hour yesterday, how could I say no?  Besides, kids are easy.  What’s there to know?  Before he arrived, I made sure to assemble some things to keep him entertained:  The game Risk, hard candies, and a popular movie from my youth.

I know what you’re thinking:  how’s a kid going to locate the Ukraine?  

Around 1 PM, I made my way down to the gan to pick him up.  Before I had even gotten a sentence out as to who I was or whom I was picking up, the ganenet (kindergarten teacher) was handing over the kid.  Holy onesie, that would never happen in America.  I haven’t picked up somebody else’s child from school in a while so I’m not sure about the current requirements.  Aside from the rectal exam, do you need to provide the past 5 or 10 places of residence?  (Ech omrim “onesie”?)

Back when I was a psychology major at the University of Texas, I learned attachment theory in my Developmental Psych class.  While I can’t recall at what age this behavior kicks in, I seriously hope it’s after age one.  This kid would have willingly attached himself to Hans Gruber from “Die Hard.”  I picked him up and in no way at all was he the least bit disturbed that a strange man was scurrying down Ein Gedi Street with him.  I had neither a stroller or a baby Bjorn, you know, because the odds of an adult male who can’t figure out a remote control in 2011 probably has a better chance of shoving 84 chocolate falafel balls up his nose whole than figuring out how to put on a baby Bjorn.  (And, by the way, where’s the gold standard for chocolate falafel these days?  I’ve always been a Melech HaChocolate HaFalafel guy myself but ever since they started charging for sprinkles, I’ve been ready to find something new.)

Forget what the kid thought, what about the neighbors?  Yeah, that didn’t look sketchy.  A bearded man wearing a black jacket and a black wool hat, hurrying down the street holding a baby.  ”Nothing to see here, folks, move it right along.  Just fleeing the baby factory in Talpiot….”

And holy dirty diapers, Batman, who needs the gym?  That was bleeping exhausting after two blocks.  It’s not every day that I take a leisurely walk while holding a person.  At the gym, at least you can put the weight down.

Back at the ranch, it went pretty smoothly, thanks to his toys and sunny disposition.  Animal sounds, toys, and staring at the light fixtures.  Question for next time though:  when putting Jim Beam in a sippy cup, is it best served with ice or not?   I’m joking, I’m joking, I let him drink straight from my glass.  Apparently, I’m not the only one who thought it a good idea.  When I suggested on Facebook that I give him some coffee, one commenter responded:

No coffee, the caffeine will just wind him up and you will have to play with him! You are much better off with scotch. Then he will nap and you can stay on Facebook.

Did snark and sarcasm exist before our generation?  Why do I think parents didn’t make these jokes 30 years ago?  Maybe I’m wrong.

We spent most of our time watching various Youtube videos.  I’ll just let you see it for yourself.

Great show, right?  If you missed it, here’s my review of everybody’s favorite TV show, “Tomorrow’s Pioneers”.

A few other thoughts:

• The best thing about stealing bamba from a one-year old?  He can’t tell anybody.
• I reprogrammed his squeeze-y doll to play Poison.  Can you say “nothin’ but a good time”, little boy?
• Uh oh….does anyone know how to get a tattoo off a baby?

I bring you the most ridiculous street name in all of Israel.  Seriously, can this be topped?

I believe this is in Givat Massua in Jerusalem, right by the old Young Judaea hostel (the “new” old one.)

HI-larious.

If anyone’s looking for me, I’ll be laughing ha-ass off.

Photo credit:  Gail Lobel Rand

Apparently it’s across the street in Ir Ganim.