Sabbath/Shabbos

A few weeks ago, on a Friday night, after a delicious meal, I curled up in bed, and started to read a New York magazine article called "In Defense of Distraction". I say "started to read" and not "read" because the writer went on and on for so many pages there was only so much I could take before I got, well, distracted.

Continue reading In Defense of Un-plugging

Being that I'm Orthodox, I don't drive on the Sabbath. Being that I'm punctually challenged, I don't get anywhere on time. This past erev Shabbos (Friday afternoon) these two different aspects of my being collided to near disastrous proportions. Because the sun doesn't wait. It doesn't accept apologies or excuses. It just sets, on time, as scheduled, end of story. And our story was almost finished as my family found ourselves stuck on the Garden State Parkway (which should have been called the Garden State Parking Lot) too close to sundown yet too far from our destination.

I just realized that I'm sort of like a well-trained dog when it comes to my BlackBerry. I have my e-mail notification set on a special ba-ring sound. And I just realized that when my BlackBerry goes ba-ring from across the room - even from across my apartment sometimes - my ears perk up and I helplessly run to the sound.