haiku 4 u.

Don't ask why, but I've spent the past couple hours going through the archives of my old college email address. There's some pretty priceless stuff in there. Aside from the epic letters I wrote during my unfailingly boring summer internships (mostly to Alex), there are also several amazing freak-out letters I wrote to my Mom. I guess college was hard, wasn't it?

I even found a haiku that someone (who reads this blog) once sent me:

In my class notes I found a haiku I wrote for you:

you smell like cabbage
i wish you would take a bath
once in a while

There's also an elaborate picture of you drowning, caught
between a pride of lions and a pirate with a nuclear cannon.
Methinks I should have paid better attention in class.

identity crisis, cont.

I want to go to Israel on a Birthright trip. I told this to someone recently, and they seemed to think that, as an entirely non-Jewish person, I shouldn’t be allowed to take advantage of the opportunity. Honestly, I kind of see their point.

But, in defense of myself, I don’t identify as anything, Jewish or otherwise. I did make my first communion, but that was 14 years ago, and I only did it because I wanted a party. And yes, I am aware how awful that sounds.

In any case, I qualify to go on Birthright, so clearly they don’t think I’m cheating. And I really want to go to Israel. Considering how much my Father (who the Jew in this scenario) is going to flip out when I tell him I’m going, Israel should be very happy I’m coming at all. Right? Right.

Also, while I was actually looking for something normal, I found these today:







Why doesn't the US have a Hannah Arendt stamp?