I call it a "food mood." I don't know what it is exactly - we've never consulted a doctor for a technical term - but there is something very real and disturbing that happens to my husband's blood sugar when he gets hungry. It makes him faint, dizzy, and downright iRrAtiONal. It runs in his family, and now it runs in mine. (Aren't genes the best?)
December 2009
Why Don't Women Read From the Torah in Orthodox Synagogues?
Hi Allison,
I'm reform and don't understand why Orthodox women don't read Torah in temple. If you have not heard Torah sung by a woman you have only heard half of the Torah!! The most important thing is that Torah is READ by someone with a love for it. I would appreciate your thoughts on this. It is something I don't understand.
Thanks,
Chip
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My Google Droid and the Miracle of Chanukah
They call it "Teeter," and it's just one of the many things that makes my new Eris Droid (not Motorola - it didn't look as much like an iPhone), one of the coolest gadgets I've gotten my hands on in a while.
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New Site is Up – Switch Your Bookmark!
For anyone who hasn't noticed yet, we launched the new site this week. Make sure to check out the cool new features on the video page, the new social media buttons where you can join JITC on twitter, Facebook, YouTube, etc. Also please take advantage of the search engine on the site that finally works!
Hollywood Hasidim
Although I haven’t seen the recently released, New York, I Love You, I have a pretty good guess as to what it’ll be like – well, the Hasidic part, at least: over-the-top, misinformed, melodramatic, and generally inaccurate. How can I be so sure? Because that's how Hasidim are always portrayed in Hollywood: Fiddler on the Roof, Yentl, A Stranger Among Us, Kadosh, various episodes of Law and Order...These characters are never anything more than caricatures - and negative ones at that.
To Grandmother's House We Go
We were headed to my in-laws for Thanksgiving when we lost our way -- three times. And there was no one blame but the GPS. The first time we got lost we were looking for the nearest gas station off the highway. The GPS took us to a dark, winding road. Five miles later we were parked in front of a house. Needless to say, our daughters had to "hold it in" until we reached the next gas station on the list, which thankfully was in fact a gas station.













