<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:30:23.120-07:00</updated><category term='The batchelor'/><category term='Torched Cars'/><category term='American history'/><category term='Antisemitism'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='OWS'/><category term='Stabbing'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='Graffiti'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='#batchelor'/><category term='Happy new year'/><category term='Public toilet'/><category term='Brooklyn'/><category term='NYC curb alert'/><category term='NBA'/><title type='text'>Random Excerpts from the Scattered Mind of an Artist</title><subtitle type='html'>When one discovers themselves do they continue to search? 
Sure we must always be learning to gain knowledge 
Or just take in a few random notes from a &lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Neo-Chassidic-Semi-Hippie-Libral- Republican -Thugster ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-6563859287068239436</id><published>2012-02-14T22:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:47:54.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America "the robbed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;a new generation of stories are coming. No more walking up the hill both ways, with a bucket of water in the dead of summer and 3ft of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its about how we pinched to get by while the baby boomers funneled out our social security through the government and fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no social security for us. We're on our own. We need a new plan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-6563859287068239436?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/6563859287068239436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=6563859287068239436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6563859287068239436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6563859287068239436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2012/02/america-robbed.html' title='America &quot;the robbed&quot;'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-5604072181578303719</id><published>2012-02-06T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:59:55.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The batchelor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#batchelor'/><title type='text'>The batchelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;When did the batchelor become a social experiment of stereotypical girls?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-5604072181578303719?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/5604072181578303719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=5604072181578303719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/5604072181578303719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/5604072181578303719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2012/02/batchelor.html' title='The batchelor'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-6678772641544473609</id><published>2012-02-01T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T10:28:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting out my meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I seem to have lost the&amp;nbsp;original&amp;nbsp;post.&lt;br /&gt;In short,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I caught a cop waiting out my meter. Slowly pacing, as he waiting for the last 2 minutes to clear. I saw him, as I was walking up the block to add more&amp;nbsp;quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he saw me coming, he&amp;nbsp;approached&amp;nbsp;my car and scanned it to give me a ticket. The rain&amp;nbsp;impeded&amp;nbsp;the scan and he had to do it manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me aticket even thou I still had time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued with him, saying, "I watched you pacing, while I was walking up the block" his response, "I started, I can't cancel it"&amp;nbsp;when he noticed me taking pictures with my cell phone, of the area I walked, and the distance from where I started to where the meter was, including his face, and badge number. Getting nervous, he told me he was adding a note to the ticket that I added money while the ticket was in process. Then he told me to fight it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea okay, I did that. I lost the online hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then called 311 told them what happened and asked if there is anything I can do further. Explaining, I'm more&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;in the conduct of a man who in a moment of poor judgement forgot that he represents the credibility of the entire New York police force by misusing his&amp;nbsp;authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They filled out some form and told me to wait for updates. About a week later I received a notice that said "a claim was filed" and 3 weeks later (last night) brings me to my update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The update is that lastnight I received via email; a not guilty dismissal stating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The respondent has been charged with violating Traffic Rule 4-08(h)(2) by permitting a vehicle to be parked in a parking meter zone which indicates by signal that the lawful parking time in such space has expired. Summons dismissed based upon credible testimony and persuasive evidence (photograph) that the vehicle was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in violation of the cited regulation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 2 months.... But its beendismissed.&lt;br /&gt;If you know your right and fighting for justice, don't give up. Use whatever you can to document the situation and make sure to follow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for restoring my faith in the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-6678772641544473609?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/6678772641544473609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=6678772641544473609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6678772641544473609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6678772641544473609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2012/02/waiting-out-my-meter.html' title='Waiting out my meter'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-6354020783283145816</id><published>2012-01-29T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:14:26.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I long for the day whem I truly appreciate all that I have&amp;nbsp; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-6354020783283145816?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/6354020783283145816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=6354020783283145816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6354020783283145816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6354020783283145816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2012/01/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-459860628577933912</id><published>2011-12-29T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:16:47.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy new year'/><title type='text'>Another new years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realize I complain and ponder what could be better, often, I find myself wishing for more or validation, what could and should be .. Then I get to moments like the one being experienced right now,yes I wish for more and want validation in many areas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For one, I got an associates degree this past year and im on track for a batchelors. Yeay for me. tonight I was validated in class, my art work is good and getting recognized for its individuality and style and may lead to a career. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the past few weeks I have been writing letters asking for scholarships and forced to reflect.&amp;#160; recognizing the challenges I have faced my whole life. And find that even I am impressed with my own ability to accomplish what I want. Disregarding labels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all have needs, wants and goals. Tonight I realized how lucky I am that I am able to do what I am doing right now. I am in school learning to apply my artistic talents and fully supported by a man that I have a hard time appreciating because he simply refuses to grow with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He could have a secret life for all I know or is simply way too comfortable at stagnant. Either way its not what I planned. Next week he turns 30 and im hoping that will ruffle his feathers a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bottom line is, I let this happen. Im so busy trying to get as much out of these opportunities as I can, while the market is so bad.&amp;#160;that frankly were growing distant, a ring has become the equivalent of a mythical creature at this point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The question going in to the new year is this, does sacrificing family values out weigh opportunities I never imagined possible ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or does one stick to a plan. ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At what point do we decide to trade in old dreams for new opportunities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or do we just ride the wave and hope we hang ten... Am I using that correctly?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;regardless, im truely grateful for what I have, and all things supportive in my life. Ive lost&amp;#160; many amazing, talented and creative people over the last few years. I will never forget them or any of the lessons they have taught me. I love and miss you all. Know that I would not be where I am today if not for encountering you.&lt;br&gt;For all those who have impacted my life, old new, with beautiful families and the ones who are no longer here. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good night and a happy new year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shaindy, I love you and miss you. I wish you could be here now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to my mother who must not be forgotten. Happy birthday and thank you for shaping me in to such an amazing individual. I owe everything to you. Not just for altering my israel plans and conning me into school but everything you have taught me and done for me, my whole life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you so much. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-459860628577933912?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/459860628577933912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=459860628577933912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/459860628577933912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/459860628577933912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-new-years.html' title='Another new years'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-7052187362050743225</id><published>2011-12-08T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:30:38.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>censor the news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I love watching the news when they have the live feed of twitter updates that they comment on. Its cute, really it is... except when it borderlines&amp;nbsp;bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you start a&amp;nbsp;campaign&amp;nbsp;to post more wholesome tweets... I see way too many that are ignorant&amp;nbsp;commentary&amp;nbsp;rather than&amp;nbsp;intelligent&amp;nbsp;thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would that be&amp;nbsp;biased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-7052187362050743225?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/7052187362050743225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=7052187362050743225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/7052187362050743225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/7052187362050743225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/12/censor-news.html' title='censor the news'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-9025824975742752357</id><published>2011-12-01T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:16:13.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Events Impacted Your Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stress is waking up screaming, only to realize your already awake&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We all have those moments when we wish we could just wake up and start our day over.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up so hopeful, I honestly believed I was going to get things accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then reality hit. Below are the events that impacted my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Two major events impacted my day. One, I spent my morning searching for camera&amp;nbsp;surveillance to recover stolen goods. The second, finding out that my balance with the&amp;nbsp;bursar at my college has doubled and the student&amp;nbsp;adviser&amp;nbsp;I was working with is now out on leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Leaving me little to no further&amp;nbsp;academic&amp;nbsp;support.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Knowing now, that I have to persuade complete strangers to give over&amp;nbsp;surveillance&amp;nbsp;footage and also having to write a plea for a deans grant doesn't seem as hard. However both will be a&amp;nbsp;testament&amp;nbsp;of my personality and integrity to gain the confidence of strangers that my intentions are good. With the hope that they know I am trying to&amp;nbsp;exploit&amp;nbsp;the kindness of others for the greater good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Both are going to&amp;nbsp;challenge my faith in people who all the cards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Based on the response to these events. If I am able to gain these "acts of faith" I will have gained the&amp;nbsp;belief&amp;nbsp;that peoples intentions are good. If not, I will expect that self interest is greater, further jading my will in people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;On a more positive note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;I was required to critique a peers work&amp;nbsp;anonymously, I did not know who did the work and they did not know who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;critiqued&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;it. My review was&amp;nbsp;positive&amp;nbsp;and made her day.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know its something she will take with her for a while and remember, always wondering who it was that saw her truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="background-color: white; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.8ex; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 1ex; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-9025824975742752357?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/9025824975742752357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=9025824975742752357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/9025824975742752357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/9025824975742752357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-events-impacted-your-day.html' title='What Events Impacted Your Day?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-694908334884163641</id><published>2011-11-27T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:22:48.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing to new heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud0ZdbiWsxw/TtManrdKvkI/AAAAAAAAABU/YMbA6cVEqwU/s1600/dunderberg+217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud0ZdbiWsxw/TtManrdKvkI/AAAAAAAAABU/YMbA6cVEqwU/s320/dunderberg+217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did it, I reached the peek and nothing&amp;nbsp;held&amp;nbsp;me back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-694908334884163641?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/694908334884163641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=694908334884163641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/694908334884163641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/694908334884163641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/climbing-to-new-heights.html' title='Climbing to new heights'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud0ZdbiWsxw/TtManrdKvkI/AAAAAAAAABU/YMbA6cVEqwU/s72-c/dunderberg+217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-8553775134810932705</id><published>2011-11-27T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T22:21:25.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A day in the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I found out a friend I cared much about, hurt himself causing his own death. What I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;know is how bad his depression was was. The idea that the world would have been better off without him tears me apart. Just the idea that anyone thinks they are worthless&amp;nbsp;boggles&amp;nbsp;the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your hurting, reach out to someone and tell them.&lt;br /&gt;Your worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-8553775134810932705?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/8553775134810932705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=8553775134810932705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/8553775134810932705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/8553775134810932705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/sad-day.html' title='A sad day'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-1415049775178282786</id><published>2011-11-24T10:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:08:58.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday and Beyond.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Black Friday" is well known, and people are starting to keep track and may even be holding out for "Cyber Monday" (on the 28th)  but did you know that there is now"&lt;a href="https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1AVSX_enUS406US406&amp;amp;gcx=w&amp;amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=dec+16+free+shiping#hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=1C1AVSX_enUS406US406&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=DYbOTqrHCej10gHF74Aa&amp;amp;ved=0CC4QvwUoAQ&amp;amp;q=dec+16+free+shipping&amp;amp;spell=1&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;amp;fp=6017915d9066490&amp;amp;biw=1280&amp;amp;bih=699"&gt;Free Shipping Day&lt;/a&gt;" as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its to be held on Dec. 16th since that's one of the last says a standard package &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be on time for your holiday gift giving. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, I research everything I buy, weeks in advance and get the best deals year round with &lt;a href="http://www.retailmenot.com/"&gt;coupons&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;specials &lt;/a&gt;and other&lt;a href="http://www.cowboom.com/"&gt; close outs&lt;/a&gt;. I was thinking the other day and realized there is nothing too big i wanted to get. There for I wont be standing in any lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I may go to Target after dinner just to burn off some calories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-1415049775178282786?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/1415049775178282786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=1415049775178282786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1415049775178282786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1415049775178282786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-and-beyond.html' title='Black Friday and Beyond.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-2285501086925797772</id><published>2011-11-23T14:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:33:06.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC curb alert'/><title type='text'>NYC say goodbye to free public restrooms.</title><content type='html'>Starbucks is slowly closing its bathroom doors. As NYC law states that an eatery with more than 9 seats has to have a public toilet, you will notice a few extra chairs by the curb. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reasons: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1) With a Starbucks on every corner, its notorious for &lt;a href="http://www.nyrestroom.com/"&gt;public toilets&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2) They say workers don't have time to wait on long lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3) Another claim was that, they can no longer control perverts from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1LENN_enUS455US455&amp;amp;gcx=c&amp;amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=starbucks+bathroom+#pq=starbucks+bathroom+&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;cp=19&amp;amp;gs_id=4&amp;amp;xhr=t&amp;amp;q=starbucks+bathroom+camera&amp;amp;qe=c3RhcmJ1Y2tzIGJhdGhyb29tIA&amp;amp;qesig=xntZ2DTcLKGMpev7KV0Gsg&amp;amp;pkc=AFgZ2tkZvH3qDR0YByOQwoNql7IxHUwvyftFprwz2SXTFIJYBv40nYWW45W6-RVu-U6q1FaiAAAQNPAhZGqq5cX2eC6wNxeioQ&amp;amp;pf=p&amp;amp;sclient=psy-ab&amp;amp;rlz=1C1LENN_enUS455US455&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;pbx=1&amp;amp;oq=starbucks+bathroom+&amp;amp;aq=0&amp;amp;aqi=g4&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;gs_sm=&amp;amp;gs_upl=&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.,cf.osb&amp;amp;fp=7e9bfb383541f78a&amp;amp;biw=1366&amp;amp;bih=624"&gt;installing camera&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4) I briefly worked at one. My #1 complaint, was needles in the garbage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True story, any junkie in the city knows where a Starbucks bathroom is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sad truth is that the uproar over this issue, only proves that they have been the most reliable toilets in NYC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-2285501086925797772?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/2285501086925797772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=2285501086925797772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/2285501086925797772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/2285501086925797772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/nyc-say-goodbye-to-free-public.html' title='NYC say goodbye to free public restrooms.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-7281205364553663232</id><published>2011-11-23T13:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:34:01.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBA'/><title type='text'>Did the NBA Lockout Cause OWS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/sports/basketball/nba/story/2011-11-23/Occupy-movement-bounces-towards-NBA/51369482/1"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;'m thinking... if they (the protesters) were out at ball games or playing on the street. Maybe they wouldn't be protesting in the street. Maybe recreate the ideal of idols. &lt;div&gt;Become a Basket-Ball star on your own court. Build a community team. The sport wasn't canceled. Watching over paid players complaining about contracts did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, why complain about missing the game, aren't the players part of the 1% who are over paid and hording these missing trillions? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a new twist, they are using the lock out, to extend to a new audience. (Truth be told, the lock out is about greed and pay rates. But then again, who's the idiot paying for season tickets when you don't have a job?! Maybe live within your means.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do comprehend that there are many stadium employees out of work. I'm not completely dense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But aren't sports franchises part of the problem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stadium work is seasonal, I've done it. When you work for Armark or whoever, you can work seasonal work elsewhere. Whatever, that was not my intended point. I just like to see things from another perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complaints and further reading &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/sports/basketball/nba/story/2011-11-23/Occupy-movement-bounces-towards-NBA/51369482/1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-7281205364553663232?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/7281205364553663232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=7281205364553663232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/7281205364553663232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/7281205364553663232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/did-nba-lockout-cause-ows.html' title='Did the NBA Lockout Cause OWS?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-1663676412530887529</id><published>2011-11-23T13:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:12:33.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchin' for a Bitchin'</title><content type='html'>Got a topic or thought that irritates you? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me take a stab at it... I'm looking for quick thoughts, and random rants to post about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explore your ideas and what irks you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-1663676412530887529?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/1663676412530887529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=1663676412530887529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1663676412530887529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1663676412530887529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/itchin-for-bitchin.html' title='Itchin&apos; for a Bitchin&apos;'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-2028095407992831878</id><published>2011-11-23T10:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:36:21.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stabbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torched Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antisemitism'/><title type='text'>Is OWS fueling Antisemitism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OWS protesters are taking cops out of my neighborhood. So criminals are running rampant because some $h*t-head probably told him &lt;a href="http://articles.nydailynews.com/2011-11-13/news/30394433_1_brooklyn-police-presence-jewish-community"&gt;Jews are the 1%&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The break in rate on cars is skyrocketing.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Jewish woman was &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/50-year-old-sheepshead-bay-brooklyn-woman-stabbed-death-male-attacker-article-1.977962"&gt;stabbed &lt;/a&gt;to death about a week back a couple blocks away from my apartment. I don't know why that's not news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm sure the &lt;a href="http://www.ny1.com/content/150609/car-fires--anti-semitic-graffiti-put-brooklyn-neighborhood-on-edge/"&gt;torched &lt;/a&gt;cars and &lt;a href="http://articles.nydailynews.com/2011-11-16/news/30407868_1_semitic-vandal-graffiti-incident"&gt;graffiti &lt;/a&gt;on Ave J are connected to stupid opinions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how today's &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/brooklyn-man-stabbed-subway-platform-spat-men-anti-semitic-slurs-article-1.981210?localLinksEnabled=false"&gt;Stabbing &lt;/a&gt;went down...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-2028095407992831878?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/2028095407992831878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=2028095407992831878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/2028095407992831878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/2028095407992831878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/is-ows-fueling-antisemitism.html' title='Is OWS fueling Antisemitism?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-6326328637644230537</id><published>2011-11-23T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:14:44.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Restaurant Grades, A Small Business Fail</title><content type='html'>A sad one for small business. &lt;div&gt;When NYC implemented the grading system, a place on my corner who was there for 30 yrs had been shut down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week some news organization released that there were "paper work -&lt;a href="http://http://www.amny.com/urbanite-1.812039/food-inspection-grades-get-tossed-over-typos-1.3318611"&gt;errors&lt;/a&gt;"..... Gotta wonder how may were wrongly shut down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-6326328637644230537?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/6326328637644230537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=6326328637644230537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6326328637644230537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6326328637644230537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/nyc-restaurant-grades-small-business.html' title='NYC Restaurant Grades, A Small Business Fail'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-4597294021996102169</id><published>2011-11-23T10:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:40:45.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>I blame the Entertainment industry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, not really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I don't know why no ones bitching about the entertainment industry ... it pisses me off. People don't play ball or go outside anymore. They sit on their ass as we pay celebrities like Ashton kutcher millions to help us escape..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; scrapping and saving for the latest gadget..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was in to protesting, I would hire one of those "star's" tours and protest by those homes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jus' sayin' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occupy Hollywood!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.observer.com/2011/09/celebrity-support-for-occupy-wall-street/"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is funny though &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-4597294021996102169?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/4597294021996102169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=4597294021996102169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/4597294021996102169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/4597294021996102169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-blame-entertainment-industry.html' title='I blame the Entertainment industry.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-835850917503534221</id><published>2011-11-23T09:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:18:14.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC mismanagement and the MTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When is someone going to go over those books... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time the MTA (NYC public transportation system) jacks up its prices, its followed by some big &lt;a href="http://articles.nydailynews.com/2011-11-10/news/30379874_1_nyc-transit-president-john-samuelsen-subway-stations"&gt;scandal &lt;/a&gt;and millions are missing.. or miss managed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they have a hiring freeze so they pay over time, for 8 hr work days when the workers are not "allowed" to work during rush hour. So they sit around "&lt;a href="http://articles.nydailynews.com/2010-05-10/local/27063925_1_bus-mta-metropolitan-transportation-authority"&gt;on the clock&lt;/a&gt;" half the day... Talk about mismanagement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with high gas prices driving is cheaper than a train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were gonna be screwed at the next storm because of that city hiring freeze. They owe workers overtime for Irene and the October blizzard... see how fast they run to clear the snow when it starts coming down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note on stupidity:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that sanitation workers in several counties between NY &amp;amp; NJ cleared the fallen trees from the streets, moving everything to the sidewalk. Then they had the nerve to tell property owners they had to clear it. They fined hundreds of people.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the people who were outraged spoke up, the counties then apologized for the fines and sent workers out again to clear it... guess what.. more time on the clock. Oh and refunds were not issued for paid fines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-835850917503534221?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/835850917503534221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=835850917503534221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/835850917503534221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/835850917503534221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/nyc-mismanagement-and-mta.html' title='NYC mismanagement and the MTA'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-32335106155344769</id><published>2011-11-23T00:16:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:43:52.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American history'/><title type='text'>American history excerpts for back-ground :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Industrial Revolution:&lt;/b&gt; brought with it many modern inventions which eased the lives of some but caused havoc for others. Major changes in economy, society, and cultural perspective all contributed to the strife that inevitably led to the Civil War. As major changes in everyday life began, there were many changes which created monumental controversies among the people living them. The use of the new machines made many employees unnecessary and workers were being disregarded only to be replaced with Irish and German immigrants who would take less pay and wouldn’t complain about working conditions. The factory workers were at a loss to the new radical changes. This caused a new division in class as social classes with opposing views.  Many different cultures began merging and social reform began to stir major controversy. More factories were opening and women were starting to work to help support their families. This caused shifts in communities as well as peoples roles shifted and they had to find new sources of income. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Property Taxes, Lewis &amp;amp; Clark, Expanding American Borders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1784 Jefferson called for division of regions in to territories. Once a substantial amount of people purchased land the territories would gain admission to be a state which would be granted as long as the population was larger than the smallest state. Jefferson made an effort to earmark the land sale funds for schools to be built. After he was elected  into office he successfully negotiated the Louisiana purchase which doubled the size of the U.S. He had the government finance the Lewis and Clark expedition thru the area of the Louisiana Purchase as well as beyond. The purpose was to document a proof of claim that the US discovered the Pacific Northwest. Expedition went all the way to the Pacific Ocean. He also sent off smaller expedition to Middle America. Jefferson was very passionate about ending slavery and tried to have it abolishing in 1800. While Jackson had many of the Native people shipped out west, where many had died, this was called The Indian Removal. He had added Arkansas and MI to the union. While Jefferson was all about expansion, Jackson was all about ethnic cleansing of the Indians, a plan set out by Jefferson but carried out by Jackson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women's Role&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women of the new colonies were generally uneducated, they had little more than “Good House Wifery” as they weren’t allowed prominent roles in politics. Prior to the boycott on British goods and trade they didn’t have a role or a voice. When it came to supporting the revolution they mostly maintained the land and kept up the home. Groups of women started organizing and the Daughters of Liberty were created to unite against the Townshead Acts, supporting non-importation of cloth, wool, and flax. They came together and organized gatherings where they would make homespun textiles. Some met in secrecy fearing opposition, while others were outspoken and took to the streets. Wealthier women were able to donate to religious causes so that even those who couldn’t afford it, wouldn’t have to buy imports.  Women were able to make American made goods effectively supported the non-importation of British goods. . Some other contributions included, fundraising for the war efforts, and on few occasions even going to battle themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-32335106155344769?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/32335106155344769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=32335106155344769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/32335106155344769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/32335106155344769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/american-history-excerpts-for-back.html' title='American history excerpts for back-ground :)'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-6945421174046960886</id><published>2011-11-22T23:43:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:33:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tobacco Brothers are holding a Job Fair</title><content type='html'>Next week in the park. This oughta make for some entertaining headlines.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your not sure who they are, google "&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1LENN_enUS455US455&amp;amp;gcx=w&amp;amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=occupy+a+desk"&gt;occupy a desk&lt;/a&gt;" read headlines for a crash course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-6945421174046960886?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/6945421174046960886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=6945421174046960886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6945421174046960886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6945421174046960886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/tobacco-brothers-job-fair.html' title='The Tobacco Brothers are holding a Job Fair'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-3112426421426560626</id><published>2011-11-22T23:43:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:32:58.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist</title><content type='html'>Artist are hard working laborers who have a need to create. We are different. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bleed creation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have to work to live, you better love what you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-3112426421426560626?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/3112426421426560626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=3112426421426560626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/3112426421426560626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/3112426421426560626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/artist.html' title='Artist'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-1985659836484651142</id><published>2011-11-22T23:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:32:54.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OWS- made me want to write</title><content type='html'>In the past I have tried to rebuild and write again, I always stop. I simply don't make the time. Well now I have so much work to do... that I need a distraction. And things are getting interesting on american soil.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get the need for a "sit in" or a day of ...what did they call it... something to do with anarchy.. oh right, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/terrorism"&gt;civil disobedience&lt;/a&gt;. Okay, when I was 15 I may have run away from home and preached from the Washington mall or at capitol hill with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But staging violent protests and instigating riot police is not the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get in to government funded colleges and programs.. they are only as good as the students they host. Build on your ideals and expand on your own thoughts, take them to congress and make the changes you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somethings gotta give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generations have built this mess. Overspending has built this mess, our parents, grandparents and our forefathers, have built this mess. Buy the latest gadget or phone, you contributed. Buy the cheaper more affordable thing at the dollar store (made in China) products, yea, your helping contribute... I'm guilty as well . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be active. don't invest in stocks. corporations have proved they can not be trusted. The entire global market is crashing as a whole. You want change you have to make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of this can be blamed on one individual president or policy or person it has been building up for a long time. ...so was the Tea Party. (the BOSTON one) gosh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far back as this country's history goes, the rich have been overtaxing the poor. this country was founded on the backbreaking labor of immigrants and blue color workers. (google the industrial revolution)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the bare minimums are expensive. I know. But when you scrimp, save and plan, you can live with in a budget and still enjoy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An asshole fired me a little over a year ago. Since then, I have been in school and worked MANY part time jobs to cover my basic expenses while I have been supported in a recession based relationship. (I'm not expanding on that at this time-other than this- "it was financially sound to stay together")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These ARE hard times. But each one of us has to do whatever it is that will help us get by in a honest hard working way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-1985659836484651142?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/1985659836484651142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=1985659836484651142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1985659836484651142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1985659836484651142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/ows-made-me-want-to-write.html' title='OWS- made me want to write'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-8726851640025366475</id><published>2011-11-22T23:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:32:52.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google checking out my wallet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I saw the Google check out at walgreens and then googled it. The fact is my phone is and identity are pretty much up for grab with the amount of information they have collected from me over the years... thinking about all the bills and confirmations I get by email... I no longer have secrets... the only question is... who wants my shitty credit score or the intimate details that fuel my daily intentions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-8726851640025366475?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/8726851640025366475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=8726851640025366475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/8726851640025366475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/8726851640025366475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/google-checking-out-my-wallet.html' title='Google checking out my wallet.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-5966176234263118306</id><published>2011-11-22T23:02:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:40:29.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and opinions-Please Share yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nq_E3gJmAWQ/Ts0lgT54qvI/AAAAAAAAABI/9DL25M4cQwY/s1600/desktop1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nq_E3gJmAWQ/Ts0lgT54qvI/AAAAAAAAABI/9DL25M4cQwY/s320/desktop1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678235942213167858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are thoughts and opinions I typed up the other night from my phone. If you see an idea you want me to expand on, you think is crap, or simply want to rant about, please COMMENT... Let me know. Its very scattered ... just go with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to clarify, I am not &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; 99%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been back on the a.d.d. drugs. So this is scattered and typed on my phone at 3am. Forgive the auto-fails...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you know what they are all pissed off about.... not all of them do... but here's what I'm pissed off about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America mass produces to accommodate the growing population.... (all over the world)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both, overseas and here. We produce over seas and we seem to be the world police on hunger and poverty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jobs are all being outsourced for profit revenues... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While robots do in minutes what  50 employees used to do in an 8 hr work day for a 30% the cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jobs, small business and immigration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why pay the overhead cost of a small business landscaper when a Mexican will do it for half the price? -no I don't want to clean toilets but why find a local service or company... When an immigrant will do it for half. Cash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again we can't afford the local hardware store, so we shop at Walmart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe shop &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/23/occupy-protesters-shop-mom-and-pop_n_1110809.html?ref=occupy-wall-street"&gt;local &lt;/a&gt;for the holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When thinking big corporations, that &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/JesusMom"&gt;photo &lt;/a&gt;hit it on the head. Its a shame... that the cost of playing the courts is more efficient for profit revenue, than having to start construction on safer conditions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OWS protesters are taking cops out of my neighborhood leaving... criminals to run rampant because some Shithead probably told him &lt;a href="http://articles.nydailynews.com/2011-11-13/news/30394433_1_brooklyn-police-presence-jewish-community"&gt;Jews are the 1%&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Jewish woman was &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/50-year-old-sheepshead-bay-brooklyn-woman-stabbed-death-male-attacker-article-1.977962"&gt;stabbed &lt;/a&gt;to death a few nights ago a couple blocks away from me. I don't know why that's not news. But I'm sure the &lt;a href="http://www.ny1.com/content/150609/car-fires--anti-semitic-graffiti-put-brooklyn-neighborhood-on-edge/"&gt;torched &lt;/a&gt;cars and graffiti on Ave J are connected to stupid opinions. That's how today's &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/brooklyn-man-stabbed-subway-platform-spat-men-anti-semitic-slurs-article-1.981210?localLinksEnabled=false"&gt;Stabbing &lt;/a&gt;went down...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credit forgiveness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea it would be nice not to have capitalist greed on my credit score. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from a (identity theft) credit card- who's company says, even though I proved I was not in the country at the time, a cc I never applied for, was mailed to my "known address" and used in Texas. But since it was mailed to my family address, (I'm liable because I didn't forward or stop mail) so if someone opened it in my home, that's mail fraud and I need to prosecute whoever lived there?!... That's bullshit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ballys gym made me jump through hoops to prove I was moving and cancel my membership. Then after I moved to isreal they claim, I never signed the final confirmation they mailed to me.. I left the county. They knew that, had a copy of my ticket. Yet... I became liable for a year of payments plus interest for late/ nonpayments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a fun one: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When chase took over WaMu they changed my payment dates from the 15th to a 30 day cycle with out directly contacting me (after I had surgery and wasn't working) and I missed (my automatic payment) by a day, two months in a row, with no grace period ...raising my apr from 11% to 29%..  again without direct contact... Telling me it was posted in my online account msg box ..... Seriously?! .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I repeatedly contacted them ..they Made me jump through hoops to correct it and then simply didn't respond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or government &amp;amp; unemployememt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was some "problem" with my judge who had my case  and he had to resign, so over a year later, my case is stuck in red tape while 1SAD (the company whofired me without just cause) is being protected and I have not seen a dollar from unemployment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Companies should be held accountable at some point. Somethings gotta give.... Things are not right as they are. The government needs to remember the little people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bailing out major corporations and or keeping them tax exempt while the middle / lower classes are over taxed is not okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, "sit-ins" and public disobedience are not the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dirty hippies or whining trust fund brats don't speak for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thou I do feel bad, that they are in crazy college debt, with no jobs to accommodate the over priced diplomas. That's gotta suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea they have a lot of demands and they are scattered. There are a lot of issues to be mad about. It's an overall concept of corporate greed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is only the small scale that effects my daily life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The future looks scary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even thinking about social security or Medicare, I gave up on that years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death rates from disease are up while life expectancy is up... Explain that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jobs are available. Shitty jobs. I'm starting to think you can't be honest and successful anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not working for shitty people long term. I'm not bitching about being unemployed. But its hard to trust companies. Everyone will screw you for a dollar these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really hoping to find a strong, small business to work for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-5966176234263118306?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/5966176234263118306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=5966176234263118306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/5966176234263118306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/5966176234263118306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts-and-opinions.html' title='Thoughts and opinions-Please Share yours'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nq_E3gJmAWQ/Ts0lgT54qvI/AAAAAAAAABI/9DL25M4cQwY/s72-c/desktop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-2358750632865095390</id><published>2011-08-22T20:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:44:05.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>earth on my mind.</title><content type='html'>Laval churns, plates shift, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsunami"&gt;tsunamis &lt;/a&gt;change geography, earth quakes raise &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caucasus_Mountains"&gt;mountains&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/environmental/earth/geophysics/question473.htm"&gt;oceanic &lt;/a&gt;levels, water temperatures vary abnormally, (smaller coastal islands) land mass shifts, more land fall hurricanes.. but do ozone levels and global warnings effect on the ice caps balancing it out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-2358750632865095390?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/2358750632865095390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=2358750632865095390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/2358750632865095390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/2358750632865095390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/08/earth-on-my-mind.html' title='earth on my mind.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-755926096077691534</id><published>2011-03-11T18:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:29:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36 inch TV vs. 37 inch Wide Screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The screen itself is wide screen. The picture, is set to Wide Screen, which stretches the screen and shrinks it about one and a half inches, on each side. So the view of the entire screen as a whole is less at least by 3 inches... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it worth replacing it with a 37 old-school one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I find out which is more energy efficient? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-755926096077691534?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/755926096077691534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=755926096077691534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/755926096077691534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/755926096077691534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/03/36-inch-tv-vs-37-inch-wide-screen.html' title='36 inch TV vs. 37 inch Wide Screen'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-7849666506649177185</id><published>2011-02-15T09:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:28:29.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama on ...anything???</title><content type='html'>I have to say, watching today's press conference was impressive. Just the fact that I'm still watching, has me in shock and awe. First lets address his ability to talk and talk and say nothing at all. Lets move on to his obviously pre-screened question. Why invite the press if your only taking questions of a list?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man talks in circles and says nothing at all. There really isnt anything new to comment on as hes not saying anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-7849666506649177185?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/7849666506649177185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=7849666506649177185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/7849666506649177185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/7849666506649177185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/obama-on-anything.html' title='Obama on ...anything???'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-1413618654190166594</id><published>2011-02-10T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:46:53.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to say thank you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I realized I have not thanked g-d for my health. This has been a particularly bad winter. Last year, I sprained my ankle, messed up my back and had acute respiratory infections (which is a another term for walking pneumonia). This year, so far.. and blee’ ian hura… I have not had more than a slight cough. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We spend a lot of time whining and worrying about things. However its rare for most people to stop and think about the wondrous and amazing ways our body works. The mere fact that we function is not science. It’s a miracle that we can never fully comprehend. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-1413618654190166594?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/1413618654190166594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=1413618654190166594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1413618654190166594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1413618654190166594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-forgot-to-say-thank-you.html' title='I forgot to say thank you!!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-2326280447830540052</id><published>2011-02-10T07:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:04:05.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader Attention.</title><content type='html'>How does one get it? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking for readers to comment. I like fb but rather the anonymity, so I'm not advertising to friends. . i feel like I am can be more open, honest and fun if I'm myself. I have this tendancy to be more evasive with friends and family. Blogs to me are more like nose picking, it just should be dealt with in privet. This is probably why post secret is so successful. People feel more comfortable, when no one is watching. Something about no one looking over your shoulder or judging you just makes it that much easier to say whats on your mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 people read my blog yesterday. Thank you. However, not one of you commented. Feel free to send feed back or some opinions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-2326280447830540052?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/2326280447830540052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=2326280447830540052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/2326280447830540052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/2326280447830540052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/reader-attention.html' title='Reader Attention.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-8780740050773717545</id><published>2011-02-08T19:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:10:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Environmental Energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Do I give off negative energy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Do we really see the things in others that we don't like about ourself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;You know that person you just can't deal with, something about them just rubs you the wrong way? Have you looked in the mirror? Is this about you? Or are you merely a product of your environment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;"They" say, what you don't like in others, reflects the things you don't like about yourself." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I say, I'm a Pisces and I am a reflection of my environment. So how does that work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Okay, so that was the question and answer portion of tonights post. I feed off my surroundings, this is not something new. I have been doing it all my life. If I'm in a bad situation, I'm in a bad mood. If something bothers me, I stay angry until I have some sort of closure. I'm fine tuned to my environment. If there is negative energy, I automatically feel it. I get upset and emotional about these things. I hold on to them longer and meticulously pick it apart and obsess over it until I feel better or understand the reason.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I was in class tonight and the topic came up in passing, very quickly. Everyone else carried on, no one gave it a second thought&lt;i&gt; (it was the simple thought that what we don't like in others is what we don't like in ourself.) &lt;/i&gt;However, I held on to it for a minute pondering how this is connected to me and how I feed off my environment. Then, made myself a little footnote to bring it here, as I felt  I can rant about it freely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;At the end of class I was given an opportunity, we were asked to write anything. So the professor can asses our writing style. With in a framework of course. However I was stuck on this. So this is what I chose to write about. Because of my insentient obsessing, I couldn't let go of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;However, as I sat down to write this I found my conclusion. If I was being graded on this post, I think it would reflect poorly on style alone. But this is about me and this is my blog. So I can do whatever my pretty little fingers want to type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;What I decided after about one minute sitting here was, I have to find a new way to get internal closure and move right along. This may be the best way to work through these so called reflections of self, changing the way I interact with others and what I have always seen as my inevitable out come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-8780740050773717545?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/8780740050773717545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=8780740050773717545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/8780740050773717545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/8780740050773717545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/environmental-energy.html' title='Environmental Energy'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-5079645189365756737</id><published>2011-02-08T11:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:20:52.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw Snooki down the well</title><content type='html'>Today I would like to thank &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJCVvngV0q0"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;clip thats circulating on Facebook for validating all of my issues with Snooki. No offense little woman but really...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its impressive how a good wardrobe and a poor tan can hide how unattractive and mindless this character is. Okay, maybe that was a little offensive. I hope to G-d this is not what your really like and you do have a functional brain. Which may imply your a genius doing this for ratings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its no wonder Larry Kind is doing comedy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-5079645189365756737?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/5079645189365756737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=5079645189365756737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/5079645189365756737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/5079645189365756737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/throw-snooki-down-well.html' title='Throw Snooki down the well'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-6167185511391339665</id><published>2011-02-07T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:33:46.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Using FaceBook as an escape tool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I sit and procrastinate writing a post, I was thinking. Facebook is possibly the #1 way to procrastinate and I'm thinking, is this limited to the oh so fat and lazy American? Or is this a would wide phenomenon? We all know its not limited to the US as its available in every language. Okay, maybe not in Egypt where they are using whatever limited access they have to revolt. (&lt;i&gt;However thats for a later post.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So tell me, how do you procrastinate?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-6167185511391339665?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/6167185511391339665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=6167185511391339665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6167185511391339665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/6167185511391339665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/using-facebook-as-escape-tool.html' title='Using FaceBook as an escape tool.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-3110957783158192677</id><published>2011-02-06T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:42:55.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing my Ability, with a dead computer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It seems the universe wants to see how hard I’ll work for this commitment. Last night my computer went in to cardiac arrest and is now on life support. With the will of the powers that be, let us pray in unity that it survives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Which brings me to tonight’s topic. Who to be mad at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; You know that kid, he loves to take things apart and put it back together just to prove he can? Then your challenged to hold yourself back and not to beat the little brat cause your left with extra parts? Well this is my brother and his adult clone, who repaired my fan. It seemed the sensor was broken and it was working too hard. So this friend (who did it as a favor) took my computer apart got me a new fan and repaired it at no charge. Of course he took a month to do it and rushed the end because he was going out of town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After I got it back, I noticed that the speakers were sticking out a bit, as if they were not placed back in correctly. But I felt I shouldn’t complain because he did it at no charge as a favor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well yesterday I was playing with it, and it started changing funny colors. Then I shut down to see if rebooting would help. Well, now it’s a blank black screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tonight I am disappointed in myself for letting him fix it in the first place. Because now I have to give it back to this same guy, cause the warranty is no longer valid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On one last note for the evening, super blow.  I was rooting for the stealers just because I know so many people from Pittsburg. However I secretly wanted green bay to win. I love the cheese heads, they have so much passion. I also love the fact that the fans own the team. I would like to see it stay that way and I’m worried about the lock out. Glad you guys own!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enjoy Disney land J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-3110957783158192677?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/3110957783158192677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=3110957783158192677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/3110957783158192677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/3110957783158192677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/testing-my-ability-with-dead-computer.html' title='Testing my Ability, with a dead computer.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-220174199126273379</id><published>2011-02-05T22:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:36:07.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dr. Phill Hot Sauce Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gut vuch,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…and a wonderful Saturday night to whomever is reading cause you accidently stumbled upon this while google-ing something else, feel free to stick around it gets good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all, I spent some time reading old posts and it seems I have unsuccessfully attempted to revitalize this blog many times. Therefore I have decided to commit to a post a day. I’m not promising they will be any good. But I will post at least once a day, or try till my upcoming birthday. Then, we shall see what happens. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With so much going on in the world, I feel Its my obligation to share my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, we get to tonights post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ask, does this Dr. Phill Mom (Jessica) deserve the ridicule she’s getting? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Come on, my parents used to spank us for less. She is obviously at the end of her ropes and came to him for help. Which means she comprehends that she’s incapable of disciplining that kid. Hot sauce… child abuse? Really? My friends mom used to literally wash her mouth out with soap when she cursed or lied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The kid lied about throwing pencils at other kids, would you rather she did nothing and he stabbed &lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;kid in the eye with it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Get over it America… I’m not condoning her behavior in any way, yet I don’t think its anyone’s place to judge her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-220174199126273379?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/220174199126273379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=220174199126273379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/220174199126273379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/220174199126273379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/dr-phill-hot-sauce-mom.html' title='The Dr. Phill Hot Sauce Mom'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-1432989266277937234</id><published>2011-02-04T10:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:29:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright kiddies, I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>Ding dong the witch aint' gone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a several year hiatus, I decided I needed to start writing again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Present my thoughts to an audience of anonymity, or anyone willing to read what I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, this is not for you. This is for me, there is so much going on in the world that I just cant comprehend. Feel free to add your two cents or tell me you don't care.  This change of events comes with in days of The worst snow fall I have experienced in my N.Y. timeline. A day after "they" claim pluxi-whatever Phil saw his shadow,&lt;i&gt; (yea, after digging out of 5 inches of snow, I'm sure)&lt;/i&gt;  and the Chinese news year has passed. For all concerned its the year of the Rabbit&lt;i&gt; (reference innuendo here)&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to read passed posts as they have entertained the masses before you.&lt;br /&gt;Although for all who have missed me, I will update you on my situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This neo-chossidish-hipster-thug has found a neo-couch*couch* ex Satmar man, (&lt;i&gt;there is no such thing as as ex-chossid- its in your soul)&lt;/i&gt;. Hes a hottie, although to be honest the not brightest star when it comes to world news and events. But hes my star and thats good enough for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quick run down of where I've been and what I've been doing then a quick look in to this weeks parsha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Israel, talked about making Aliya. My mother said I would have to come home (back down south) for a year first. Conned me in to Touro on Tuition remission, I met a sweet heart of a man -who is generally a pain in my butt. &lt;i&gt;You'll hear more about that later I'm sure. &lt;/i&gt;He came riding in on his horse with all his oh so shiny armor, packed my things and brought me back to N.Y. where I continued school, got a light case of pneumonia. Took a break from school and started working full time. When that killed my sense of self I decided its time to go back to school. ...and here I am today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for that brief run down of the parsha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moshe send out a list of supplies and the people come together to build a sanctuary for the Eibishter. Or better said, a place for us to connect with the holy one above. However time has proven this place can be in our hearts as well. So stop for a minute in your own sanctuary and praise the holy one above for another day. Cause every day we wake up and function is a miracle in itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later kiddies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its good to be back up and running! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-1432989266277937234?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/1432989266277937234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=1432989266277937234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1432989266277937234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/1432989266277937234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2011/02/alright-kiddies-im-back.html' title='Alright kiddies, I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-116768946132834221</id><published>2007-01-01T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:19:02.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a new calendar year of broken promises.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, When the stroke of midnight hit and you kissed a loved one (or the closet person standing next to you) thinking about your new years resolutions, weather they be dieting, dating, organizing, learning, adding color to your life or just cleaning up your life. Remember; What your celebrating, yesterday was the day one of the biggest Apikores in history, submitted to god. That’s right he donated a little piece of his genitalia in return for a promise, thinking he would be shomer briss..&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe he didn’t follow through with his promise. Although he did make that promise. Says something about being a Jew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all your resolutions go a whole lot better than his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed you all vicariously under the mistletoe lastnight (midnight my time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the cheek you perverts.&lt;br /&gt;Mad love and kisses, happy new calendar yr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-116768946132834221?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/116768946132834221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=116768946132834221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116768946132834221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116768946132834221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-new-calendar-year-of-broken.html' title='To a new calendar year of broken promises.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-116768850063925979</id><published>2007-01-01T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:55:00.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symptoms of Gullus…,</title><content type='html'>Another tirp I’m on. Is that we’ll never get out of this gullus. &lt;br /&gt;The three things that got us out of Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t change our names, the way we dress or our language.&lt;br /&gt;A) the first thing we did when leaving Europe was change our names.. makes me want to cry a little..   &lt;br /&gt;B) We no longer dress the same.&lt;br /&gt; Right I know, we evolved… again. We changed the way we dress. Most girls just look like skanks and hos and the rest look like boxes. Not to say they didn’t dress a little risqué.. they did. But I mean way back in the day. Can you even draw me a picture? I have no concept of what people used to dress like. . shame. &lt;br /&gt;C) this is a really had one for me to swallow, we no longer use biblical Hebrew. Not just verbally. Even the writing has changed? I want to learn that old school textual Hebrew.. need to find out where and how. But also, let’s focus here for a minute; if you know me, you know that’s hard. Here. We don’t know how to communicate. We don’t know how to talk to each other. Forget for a second, that we’ve been so scattered that we all speak a different tongue. Even the ones who do speak the same language cant talk to each other with out arguing about who’s rabbi has said what and the hetr we can get to get around it.. … it’s a sick sad world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other topics that I will be discussing in the future: &lt;br /&gt;How much I hate the Rabbis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw the bais din down the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting my own new religion seems to be the latest fad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kfira and It's side effects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-116768850063925979?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/116768850063925979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=116768850063925979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116768850063925979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116768850063925979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2007/01/symptoms-of-gullus.html' title='Symptoms of Gullus…,'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-116768732748485049</id><published>2007-01-01T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:35:27.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REPOSTED: AFI lists 100 greatest quotes</title><content type='html'>Becaue I think it's worth reading again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," "Gone With the Wind," 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse," "The Godfather," 1972.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "You don't understand! I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I could've been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am," "On the Waterfront," 1954.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore," "The Wizard of Oz," 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Here's looking at you, kid," "Casablanca," 1942.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Go ahead, make my day," "Sudden Impact," 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up," "Sunset Blvd.," 1950.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "May the Force be with you," "Star Wars," 1977.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Fasten your seatbelts. It's going to be a bumpy night," "All About Eve," 1950.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "You talking to me?" "Taxi Driver," 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "What we've got here is failure to communicate," "Cool Hand Luke," 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "I love the smell of napalm in the morning," "Apocalypse Now," 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Love means never having to say you're sorry," "Love Story," 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "The stuff that dreams are made of," "The Maltese Falcon," 1941.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "E.T. phone home," "E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial," 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "They call me Mister Tibbs!", "In the Heat of the Night," 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. "Rosebud," "Citizen Kane," 1941. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "Made it, Ma! Top of the world!", "White Heat," 1949. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!", "Network," 1976. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship," "Casablanca," 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. "A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti," "The Silence of the Lambs," 1991. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. "Bond. James Bond," "Dr. No," 1962. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. "There's no place like home," "The Wizard of Oz," 1939. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. "I am big! It's the pictures that got small," "Sunset Blvd.," 1950. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. "Show me the money!", "Jerry Maguire," 1996. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. "Why don't you come up sometime and see me?", "She Done Him Wrong," 1933. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. "I'm walking here! I'm walking here!", "Midnight Cowboy," 1969. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. "Play it, Sam. Play 'As Time Goes By,'" "Casablanca," 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. "You can't handle the truth!", "A Few Good Men," 1992. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. "I want to be alone," "Grand Hotel," 1932. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. "After all, tomorrow is another day!", "Gone With the Wind," 1939. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. "Round up the usual suspects," "Casablanca," 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. "I'll have what she's having," "When Harry Met Sally...," 1989. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. "You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow," "To Have and Have Not," 1944. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. "You're gonna need a bigger boat," "Jaws," 1975. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. "Badges? We ain't got no badges! We don't need no badges! I don't have to show you any stinking badges!", "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre," 1948. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. "I'll be back," "The Terminator," 1984. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. "Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth," "The Pride of the Yankees," 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. "If you build it, he will come," "Field of Dreams," 1989. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. "Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get," "Forrest Gump," 1994. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. "We rob banks," "Bonnie and Clyde," 1967. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. "Plastics," "The Graduate," 1967. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. "We'll always have Paris," "Casablanca," 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. "I see dead people," "The Sixth Sense," 1999. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. "Stella! Hey, Stella!", "A Streetcar Named Desire," 1951. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. "Oh, Jerry, don't let's ask for the moon. We have the stars," "Now, Voyager," 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. "Shane. Shane. Come back!", "Shane," 1953. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. "Well, nobody's perfect," "Some Like It Hot," 1959. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. "It's alive! It's alive!", "Frankenstein," 1931. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. "Houston, we have a problem," "Apollo 13," 1995. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. "You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?", "Dirty Harry," 1971. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. "You had me at `hello,'" "Jerry Maguire," 1996. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. "One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got in my pajamas, I don't know," "Animal Crackers," 1930. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. "There's no crying in baseball!", "A League of Their Own," 1992. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. "La-dee-da, la-dee-da," "Annie Hall," 1977. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. "A boy's best friend is his mother," "Psycho," 1960. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. "Greed, for lack of a better word, is good," "Wall Street," 1987. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer," "The Godfather Part II," 1974. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. "As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again," "Gone With the Wind," 1939. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. "Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!", "Sons of the Desert," 1933. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. "Say `hello' to my little friend!", "Scarface," 1983. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. "What a dump," "Beyond the Forest," 1949. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?", "The Graduate," 1967. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. "Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room!", "Dr. Strangelove," 1964. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. "Elementary, my dear Watson," "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes," 1929. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. "Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape," "Planet of the Apes," 1968. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine," "Casablanca," 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. "Here's Johnny!", "The Shining," 1980. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. "They're here!", "Poltergeist," 1982. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. "Is it safe?", "Marathon Man," 1976. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. "Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard nothin' yet!", "The Jazz Singer," 1927. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. "No wire hangers, ever!", "Mommie Dearest," 1981. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. "Mother of mercy, is this the end of Rico?", "Little Caesar," 1930. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. "Forget it, Jake, it's Chinatown," "Chinatown," 1974. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers," "A Streetcar Named Desire," 1951. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. "Hasta la vista, baby," "Terminator 2: Judgment Day," 1991. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. "Soylent Green is people!", "Soylent Green," 1973. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. "Open the pod bay doors, HAL," "2001: A Space Odyssey," 1968. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Striker: "Surely you can't be serious." Rumack: "I am serious ... and don't call me Shirley," "Airplane!", 1980. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. "Yo, Adrian!", "Rocky," 1976. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. "Hello, gorgeous," "Funny Girl," 1968. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. "Toga! Toga!", "National Lampoon's Animal House," 1978. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. "Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make," "Dracula," 1931. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. "Oh, no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was Beauty killed the Beast," "King Kong," 1933. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. "My precious," "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers," 2002. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. "Attica! Attica!", "Dog Day Afternoon," 1975. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. "Sawyer, you're going out a youngster, but you've got to come back a star!", "42nd Street," 1933. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. "Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't you forget it. You're going to get back on that horse, and I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!", "On Golden Pond," 1981. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. "Tell 'em to go out there with all they got and win just one for the Gipper," "Knute Rockne, All American," 1940. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. "A martini. Shaken, not stirred," "Goldfinger," 1964. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. "Who's on first," "The Naughty Nineties," 1945. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. "Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A former greenskeeper, now, about to become the Masters champion. It looks like a mirac ... It's in the hole! It's in the hole! It's in the hole!", "Caddyshack," 1980. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. "Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!", "Auntie Mame," 1958. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. "I feel the need — the need for speed!", "Top Gun," 1986. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. "Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary," "Dead Poets Society," 1989. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. "Snap out of it!", "Moonstruck," 1987. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. "My mother thanks you. My father thanks you. My sister thanks you. And I thank you," "Yankee Doodle Dandy," 1942. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. "Nobody puts Baby in a corner," "Dirty Dancing," 1987. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. "I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too!", "The Wizard of Oz," 1939. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. "I'm king of the world!", "Titanic," 1997.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-116768732748485049?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/116768732748485049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=116768732748485049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116768732748485049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116768732748485049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2007/01/reposted-afi-lists-100-greatest-quotes.html' title='REPOSTED: AFI lists 100 greatest quotes'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-116752569333694842</id><published>2006-12-30T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:52:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back. -We'll be stuck in gullut forever!!</title><content type='html'>Alright, I’m on a new trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I apologies for the neglect of my blog. Its not that I have nothing to say. I do. I just have so many other venues, I forget this one. No that’s a lie. I don’t forget. I just don’t think anyone reads this one so why would I use it? With, other blogs, myspace and now.. .yes I've sold out to facebook too. it makes it hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arighty now, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, for the Changes I was talking about in the past. This is a new me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve become an anti-semite. ,why not? Jews are really shitty these days. Even the ones we're hypothetically supposed to look up to are liars and cheats. . might I reminde you of the latest Monsey scandal... (I'm sure there is one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know I have more time, I’ll get on my soap box ranting and raving. I don’t have the time now because, well, I don’t have my own computer. I’m also sick and want to go throw up a little. Eh… yuck I know. &lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is we’re so full of shit. We cant even get along with each other, Ashkinazim and sfardim cant get along. Then you have the snag chossid war. Don’t even start telling me that only the chabadnicks are still fighting that one because one of the most exciting thing misnagdim is to sit around picking fun and impersonating chossidim. Your sick. All of you. Even myself for all the snag jokes. I will often walk around acalling myself a "selfish snag".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever dude. I'll finish this later. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-116752569333694842?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/116752569333694842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=116752569333694842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116752569333694842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116752569333694842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-well-be-stuck-in-gullut.html' title='I&apos;m Back. -We&apos;ll be stuck in gullut forever!!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-116064473061626384</id><published>2006-10-12T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:18:50.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off to see the wizard</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm off.  That's it,  there no convincing me to stay, my love affair with New York Shitty is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the format will shortly be changing. Thou the page ill stay the same. I remember a time where I would blog and get comments. Now we just sort of check in with it. I cant see the key board cause its dark in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodbye party was a success. I feel so lucky to know such good people. There we're so many of them here tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see it, Cause I have do much I want to write, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I;m going to Israel in the morning. Craziness. Really and truly. I love it as a hippie I cant commit to anything. But when I make a plan I keep somewhat to the structure. I had a plan. 2 yrs in NY and 2 years in Cali. So I missed out on living in Cali. I'll make up for it at some point. I did however make it to 23 States, and 3 Countries this past year. I love it!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright cant handle the dard anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon in the holy land. Have an awesome Simchas Torah. Have me in mind during at least 2 hakffos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss* kiss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-116064473061626384?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/116064473061626384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=116064473061626384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116064473061626384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/116064473061626384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-off-to-see-wizard.html' title='I&apos;m off to see the wizard'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-115942740073270720</id><published>2006-09-27T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:17:32.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many issues; not enough Prozac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;yosef... I assume your reading this :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough:  &lt;br /&gt;I'm so irritated by all of you half hazard, socially retarded, apathetic, slothful, irritating, lazy, Chossids who seem to have nothing better to do than bitch and moan all day about everything and anything you can.         &lt;blockquote&gt;"My Yichus is better than your Gesher".&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;"My Bais Din can kick your Bais Din's arse.." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "he's an Apicores." &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; "I'm a Bal T'chuva. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; I'm a Choser B'Tchuvah." &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Let's have a party in the Rishus Den!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever dude' your all nothing but the Mamzorim of snags. Your mother is a snag, your father is a snag and that makes you nothing but a lethargic Mamzor, you natzi-snag. Your all a bunch of Snags Posing as Chossids.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all a few shinny keys, a 2nd cell phone and a cherry for your dash board. Maybe that'll give you a hard on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously guys: Talk about a real issue. Anti-Semitisms making a stronger come back than the 80's. How about talking about the Chossids who were robbed and beaten the other night or even the meddlesome neighbor who's Loshon Hurua did something good. With her talent of minding everyone else's business she helped find one of the guys. Make her your idol. Not Finkel the divorced butcher.Use the evil to bring down some positive energy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going to float politically: &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Be a contribution to society or just a registered voter. You can register to vote as an alternative to sitting around talking about how Bush agenda destroyed the economy and social security. Oy this world would have seriously been an exceptionally better place if Kerry had won. But don't worry; Hillary Clinton's chance for Presidency is bizarrely looking possible. She can come undo all the horrific things Bush did to you.  Forget that. The Olsen twins have my vote. We can all live in splendid world where people ritually hug when entering or leaving a room. All your problems can be solved in a half hour…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I'm a registered voter. My vote counts so take your opinion to the polls. Unless your registered to vote.        But I get it, you're a Yid and that makes you too effing good for American society. We're better than the goyim I know all about it. Your just here to live off the government; with your section 8, food stamps. Acting like the goyim you talk so poorly of. Sitting around on your over sized lazy arse waiting for Moshiach to come. You keep sitting there waiting. Let me know how that works out for you. Freakin democrats, you all have an opinion but don't seem to register. Ther are more of you at every rally in NYC than are registered “democratic voters” in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start talking about some real issues.&lt;br /&gt;Better yet get up and do something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-115942740073270720?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/115942740073270720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=115942740073270720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115942740073270720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115942740073270720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-many-issues-not-enough-prozac.html' title='So many issues; not enough Prozac.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-115922298724146106</id><published>2006-09-25T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:12:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel anyone?</title><content type='html'>yea so this is my ode to blogger. I forget its here sometimes. I'm involved in so many projects I forget about the place it all started. so here I am. To tell those of you who still have an rss feed to this page; that I am going to Israel. well... I want to. I need to get a ticket and by that I mean I need money. I was looking for a job. but who hires for 2 weeks? I dont know what to do. I have to figure it all out. I'm sure I will. take the absence as not a good thing,  thats all I have for now. if you or anyone you know, knows someone who forgot to give myser this year... or just wants to help a yid. I'm here and excepting donations :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love, Dindel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-115922298724146106?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/115922298724146106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=115922298724146106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115922298724146106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115922298724146106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/09/israel-anyone.html' title='Israel anyone?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-115387395052194398</id><published>2006-07-25T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T17:32:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the rainbow..</title><content type='html'>Sorry I’ve been total MIA. I got on the rainbow train expecting to return to Brooklyn July 15th, but the universe had a different plan for me and now I’m in L.A. we shall see where the universe takes me next. All I know for sure is I should be in Colorado on the 15th of Aug. and upstate NY on the 20th A”H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dindel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-115387395052194398?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/115387395052194398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=115387395052194398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115387395052194398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115387395052194398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-rainbow.html' title='After the rainbow..'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-115083256805789440</id><published>2006-06-20T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:17:01.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile for Benny. R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>A short video clip of Benny Keller enjoying life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzeQ0gTXH9Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzeQ0gTXH9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-115083256805789440?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/115083256805789440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=115083256805789440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115083256805789440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115083256805789440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/06/smile-for-benny-rip.html' title='Smile for Benny. R.I.P.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-115074950869488224</id><published>2006-06-19T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:38:28.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baruch Dayan HaEmes- Benzion Berel Keller</title><content type='html'>Baruch Dayan HaEmes&lt;br /&gt;With profound sadness and pain we inform you of the sudden, untimely passing of the bochur Benzion Berel Keller, son of, Yibadlu Lechaim Tovim, Rabbi Moshe and Rochel Keller of Crown Heights, on Shabbos. Benzion was 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: CrownHeights.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was all about the music. So here are some lyrics that will always make me think of Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warrior&lt;br /&gt;by Matisyahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song details&lt;br /&gt;Name  Warrior&lt;br /&gt;Artist Matisyahu&lt;br /&gt;Album   Shake off the Dust... Arise (2004),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the son of his majesty &lt;br /&gt;Remember how it used to be &lt;br /&gt;In the light of day it's easy to see &lt;br /&gt;Now it's nighttime &lt;br /&gt;You had to leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You got Separated from the king &lt;br /&gt;Now the water's rushing and you keep trying to swim against the streams* &lt;br /&gt;* it seems, like your not moving the many water's gushing you gasp for air &lt;br /&gt;Almost drowning ears ringing, once upon a time we were singing &lt;br /&gt;One day *those trees will stand and clap hands &lt;br /&gt;Stream of thought getting caught in the klipa, this place is just a shell, external &lt;br /&gt;Egos swell, that one'll burn ya, we fell a long way down, that eternal frown'll get you &lt;br /&gt;You look vexed it's the dregs, the yetzer hara's lurking &lt;br /&gt;Trying to make *us forget we got a job to do &lt;br /&gt;your a priest and a prince and you can't be moved, &lt;br /&gt;*a priest and a prince and you can't be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: You're a warrior, Fighting for your soul &lt;br /&gt;Taken from a world above, and brought down to *this world below &lt;br /&gt;Re-united, re-united return the princess to the king, &lt;br /&gt;Re-united, re-united, she's been taken for so long &lt;br /&gt;Re-unite them, re-unite *them and then she'll be filled with joy &lt;br /&gt;Re-unite them , re-unite *them like the days of her youth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descended to the pit &lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling can't get rid of it &lt;br /&gt;Soul sick &lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to shake it &lt;br /&gt;When one retires at night weeping, joy will come in the morning &lt;br /&gt;You made my mountain stand strong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Chorus: You're a warrior, Fighting for your soul &lt;br /&gt;Taken from a world above, and brought down to *this world below &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like and ancient memory &lt;br /&gt;Remember how it used to be &lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and breath in &lt;br /&gt;* the scent of freedom &lt;br /&gt;Ringing across the sea &lt;br /&gt;Land of milk and honey &lt;br /&gt;One day will wake up from this dream and we'll stop sleeping &lt;br /&gt;Oh, yo, then we'll see clearly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Chorus: You're a warrior, Fighting for your soul &lt;br /&gt;Taken from a world above, and brought down to *this world below &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just crossed two works in the last verse ,, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jah bless,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-115074950869488224?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/115074950869488224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=115074950869488224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115074950869488224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/115074950869488224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/06/baruch-dayan-haemes-benzion-berel.html' title='Baruch Dayan HaEmes- Benzion Berel Keller'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114850788604673158</id><published>2006-05-24T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:58:06.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They like me... they really like me.</title><content type='html'>Signed sealed delivered, I’m yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarts it the papers have been signed.  I’m going away. And when I get back I’ll A”H have my job!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114850788604673158?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114850788604673158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114850788604673158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114850788604673158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114850788604673158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-like-me-they-really-like-me.html' title='They like me... they really like me.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114805197337013277</id><published>2006-05-19T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T08:19:33.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free will -my ass.</title><content type='html'>How many times a day do you tell yourself... you know this.. Why am I even  thinking about the answer? What’s taking me so long to figure this out? D your  smarter than that. Or how about the ever apparent did I really just do that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people we are make to believe we have total control of our lives. This friend is not true. it cant be. I know I personally don’t seem to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who’s making my decisions for me. But I want to sit down and have a talk with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm become a bit too allusive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a La'chaim to better choices. &lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;Its funny being at work today; my boss and I know, inevitably we have to talk about weather or not I'm staying next week and were just pretending it’s a non issue. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabbat shalom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114805197337013277?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114805197337013277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114805197337013277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114805197337013277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114805197337013277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/05/free-will-my-ass.html' title='Free will -my ass.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114796456944920431</id><published>2006-05-18T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:02:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whos up for a mission?</title><content type='html'>I’m running away this summer. And not happy about it. Its all I wanted for a few months now. But I got a job I like. And I know I’m going to regret leaving it. My boss is a kind hearted man. He doesn’t deserve this at all. Whatever not a pity trip right,. I can do what I want when I want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114796456944920431?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114796456944920431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114796456944920431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114796456944920431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114796456944920431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/05/whos-up-for-mission.html' title='Whos up for a mission?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114796398039615687</id><published>2006-05-18T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:53:00.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Said!</title><content type='html'>I get these daily, but this one was talking to me about mypersonal self and mind frame. &lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy it as much as i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B"H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortitude&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you feel you just can't hack it. You know there is nothing to fear, but you are afraid. You know there are no obstacles that cannot be overcome, but those, you claim, are words for the lionhearted. Your heart is somewhat less of iron and more of flesh. You know fear first hand, and it is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, there are people who do not run from anything in this world. Even as they enter this world, they remain above and beyond. Their feet barely touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the tzaddikim, who never enter the monster's lair. And therefore, they never truly defeat him. But you, with their strength, you will face that awesome fear inside you and you will wrestle it to the dust. For yourself and for all those after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Daily Dose of Wisdom from the Rebbe&lt;br /&gt;-words and condensation by Tzvi Freeman&lt;br /&gt;Iyar 20, 5766 * May 18, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114796398039615687?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114796398039615687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114796398039615687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114796398039615687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114796398039615687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-said.html' title='Well Said!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114712436928703666</id><published>2006-05-08T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:39:29.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I stay or Should I go....</title><content type='html'>Dilemma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs are always available...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do I quit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114712436928703666?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114712436928703666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114712436928703666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114712436928703666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114712436928703666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/05/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I stay or Should I go....'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114676674831609987</id><published>2006-05-04T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:19:08.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car 54 Where are you?</title><content type='html'>Another abandon blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean to happen. It's just one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note. I have not abandon the blog. just been a little hectic in my own head. that's a way for me to say that nothings really going on and I haven't had any thoughts lately. that's. all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;Much Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114676674831609987?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114676674831609987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114676674831609987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114676674831609987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114676674831609987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/05/car-54-where-are-you.html' title='Car 54 Where are you?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114653359427971986</id><published>2006-05-01T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:33:14.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114653359427971986?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114653359427971986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114653359427971986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114653359427971986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114653359427971986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!!!!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114455986983258346</id><published>2006-04-08T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:17:49.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Post.</title><content type='html'>Okay this is something I typed up a while ago. I was planing on doing some editin and just forgot about it. I havnt been working so I havnt had a computer. that helps when it comes to getting lost. The funny part is... since I wrote it. I havnt done "my drung of choice". So heres my lost post. I never got to re-edit it. so its pretty raw. (I should read it before posting it. but I wont.) &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part time drug addict. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start with a blatant statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is honesty at its best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the best I can provide, from my own personally experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again I think I'm a drug addict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I'm pretty sure I was a drug addict. But I got older and too busy… other expenses were more important. And there's always the ever annoying self trip I put on myself, saying "do it... Stop" just to prove I can. So I started leaving my house. Became more functional, stopped …somewhat. Told people I was finally clean.. (not in a sence that any of them cared. They told me I was selling out…) But truth be known, I do it on occasion. Always did. Never really stopped. Just stopped how much I was doing it, how often and who I was doing it with. Still the whole time I was saying I was clean I was lying about it. I don't even know why. I never went to rehab or anything… so I don't know why I lie about it all the time. Even now. It's been over almost 3 years now. Maybe more. I can't give an exact date because I have no concept of time. No one I talked to about it was ever judging me. I was judging them. I still do. The people who I first did it with are clean. Well one is. I have no idea where the other is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little confused because I don't really see what's wrong with it. If I 'm living a functioning a normal life, and I'm not harming anyone else. I'm not selling my body, pawning my belongings; I've never stolen for it, I've never spent someone else's money on it. In fact I'm paying all my bills, saving money. Even paying back old debts to credit collectors.. (Poor, Old Navy and Gap.) and I'm 98% sure to the best of my knowledge I have never hurt anyone over it. So why bother stopping? I would so much rather quit smoking then stop with this substance. That nonsense is going to destroy me so much faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is… This is the lie that I live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no excuse for it. There's no way to justify it. I just can't decide if I can be regard as as an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's a part of my life. But a functional life at that. Compared to how much I used to do… If I had to compare it to smoking, right? So say I smoked a carton a week now that would be 200 cigarettes. (never did that, promise!) But say I did, than it would be like I smoke one cigarette a day now. If that… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I let out my dirty laundry. It's floating away in the wind, or zapping its way thru the blogosphere. However you want to say it. But really my question for myself; how scary is it that I like myself and the people and me better when I'm high. I'm less of a bitch. Every now and again some one will tell me "I'm so happy you stopped, your less edgy these days." The funny part. They know little about me. The edgy days were the sober days. Obviously these aren't people I'm close to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I trying to justify it to myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114455986983258346?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114455986983258346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114455986983258346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114455986983258346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114455986983258346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost-post.html' title='The Lost Post.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114314241267885946</id><published>2006-03-23T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:33:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections.</title><content type='html'>birthday and time... &lt;br /&gt;not worth reading. This was just me getting some thoughts out. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I feel like it’s been my birthday for a month. Technically speaking, somehow it has been. This year my Hebrew and secular birthdays were just about a month apart. Then I spent a week of February in Italy for the secular one and celebrating my Hebrew one last night finally. &lt;br /&gt;It's nice when you can spread them both out. Nothing I'll ever complain about. Okay, maybe when I'm over excessively dealing with my 30th. , Then I'm sure I'll be sick of it. &lt;br /&gt;……..crying in a corner somewhere… that’s a scary thought. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But anyhow…. I was thinking a lot. That's what birthdays are for, right? Because your not entirely a whole year older. Its juts another day… just another day. Why do we obsess once a year about our age? Honestly, as a Jewish girl, now 25 and still single… I think about once a month I trip out about my age.  That empty feeling where you know your not getting married anytime soon. The people you know are fun (and currently a healthy influence) but no one I see myself with in the future. So I just don’t date. We all know that’s the answer. But what are my options? No ones setting me up on a shidduch. Once you’ve been black-listed they sort of forget you even exist. Let alone wonder if you’re single. I think most of the people in my community have no idea what happened to me. Probably leaving them to believe I got knocked up years ago and probably living underground. Not that they would come looking… -yes this is me still deep down seeking their approval.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, now refocusing on the topic. I know I’m not getting married anytime soon. I may be capable of being spontaneous but to what degree. I’m a flake who’s afraid of the idea of commitment. I was just talking to my room mate about the fact that I moved in to my apartment because I wouldn’t have to sign a lease, it’s all month to month. This way if I ever wanted out I could leave. –this was 4 yrs ago. Where do I live…? The same freakin place. Cause I’m so comfortable, now I’m afraid of change…. And you thought you had issues? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I accomplished this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize some where in the last few years, with my dire need to be accepted- I had sold out. I wasn’t stable at all last year. I was jumping from job to job monthly. Dating funny boys who had no future prospects… it was a funny year. But the whole time I managed to maintain financial stability. Impressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Purim came along and I realized I’m going no where fast. I work to pay rent… date to have company when watching ‘desperate housewife’s”…  and I stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold turkey. Right. now if only I could quit smoking. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, focusing. So I stopped. I chilled by myself for a while. I had a few crazy room mates to fill my time, whet to the gym. Defiantly wasn’t bored with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the summer. I went to the “Israeli day parade’ bumped in to some old friends… and with my schedule cleared, because I had again quit my job… I had all the time in the world to hang out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus begin a whole new trip. Literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I don’t think any of the 4 people who read this blog would have made it this far. (okay one of you did.) I’m gonna space it all out. This way I have something to write later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…..  I may sound a little funny. But I am happy.  Just lonely.  &lt;br /&gt;My family is miles away. I haven’t seen my mother since last Pesach. Honestly the family that I have in NY isn’t even the most minuscule bit comforting.  They don’t ask how I’m doing. The thought doesn’t even cross they’re mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank g-d for my friends. It’s good to know some truly good people. But that’s for the next post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114314241267885946?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114314241267885946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114314241267885946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114314241267885946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114314241267885946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/03/reflections.html' title='Reflections.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114306813557856856</id><published>2006-03-22T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:55:35.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Italy.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so its been long enough that I'm no longer crying over my camera. So Now I can Finally talk about my trip. So for those of you who were pressuring me. This is for you, and for those of you who have just been pressuring me to write. Enjoy. This is what your getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Adar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London… hotel, sightseeing on foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome… Wow. Vatican, Trains, Coliseum… Susie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence… Nice Balcony, mind if I sleep for a few hours? Pisa, Sure lets go!&lt;br /&gt;You sure there’s no elevator? &lt;br /&gt;Wow, talk about a view from the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence…. Sleep… Sick… waste of a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice, Seriously… I was in Venice? That’s just amazing. My birthday, in Venice does it get any better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Restaurant.. Gam Gam… No hotels? What? Shoot…. &lt;br /&gt;Now for a conversation with some kid who walked in to the chabad house while we’re tring to figure out what to do a few hours before shabbos… with no hotel.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah my name is Dee… Do you know me? “&lt;br /&gt;Yea you don’t remember me? “Afraid not” You gave me a Henna tattoo at a party in Brooklyn once… “Oh, Cool.” “What are you doing out here?” I work for chabad.   “So, you think you can help us out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later… &lt;br /&gt;Okay I found an apt you guys can use. How long you gonna be here? &lt;br /&gt;“Till Monday” Okay no problem; just make sure you get the keys back to the Rabbi before you leave. “Wow.”&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Chabad of Venice!!! Words can’t describe what you gave us!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along, describing Venice in one word. Carnival… &lt;br /&gt;Freakin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to London.. lets retake all the pictures we accidentally deleted… Yeay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the air port. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on another plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevral hours and a few vodka and orange juice’s  later… Are we there yet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costoms… luggage… &lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE MY CAMERA???? Back to the counter… &lt;br /&gt;No camera here…. Direct quote from British Airways flight crew: &lt;br /&gt;“The cleaning crew must have nicked it” –thanks. Shit heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114306813557856856?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114306813557856856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114306813557856856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114306813557856856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114306813557856856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-trip-to-italy.html' title='My Trip to Italy.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114133940063696065</id><published>2006-03-02T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:51:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lost Camera.</title><content type='html'>Okay I did it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Italy, but at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane ticket: $408.00 round trip to London, with hotel. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan air flights: total $120.00&lt;br /&gt;Hotels cause my friend decided she can’t stay in a hostel. $100.00&lt;br /&gt;Train Tickets 100 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend leaving my new camera with over 400 pictures of our trip on the plane followed by British Airways telling me that the cleaning crew probably “nicked it” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame. Anyone have any ideas where to look for such a thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114133940063696065?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114133940063696065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114133940063696065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114133940063696065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114133940063696065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-lost-camera.html' title='My lost Camera.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-114107842485444576</id><published>2006-02-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:13:44.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me.</title><content type='html'>This past Friday was my birthday and I am now 25 years of age.  Weird sentence. Sounds weird in my head. I know. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of crying about it. I went to Italy. What better way to deal with that fact that your getting old (and still single) than to explore some of Europe. So that's just what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took one of my closest friends and we were off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Rome.&lt;br /&gt;We did Florence.&lt;br /&gt;We climbed the leaning tower of Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;and then to kick it all in to full gear. &lt;br /&gt;I went to Venice to experience what I was told would be one of the best shabbusim I would ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chabad of Venice is not overrated in any way shape or form. &lt;br /&gt;They we're amazing and we're a lot of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, Luck of the draw I chose the week of Carnival &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=carnival+venice+2006"&gt;(some  clips here)&lt;/a&gt;. Leaving me shit out of luck when it came to finding a place to stay. We'll Rabbi Banim wasn't going to let us sleep in the train stations for shabbos.  So once again we thank you much for your hospitality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still leaving us now with a place not just for shabbos but until we left and shabbos amazing shabbos meals. Burach Hashem for the handful of energetic Buchurim you boys rock. mamash labadic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where I'm going with this. All I know is, I'm a happy camper. 100% A.O.K. all is good thank you Eibishter for putting this birthday on the charts. Carnival... Who'd a thunk? Dancing in the streets to ung-dly hours. &lt;br /&gt;sleeping in the train station... Still not sure why that happened. We had an apt. (...If someone finds Brett let me know:)I think we lost him somewhere )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get some sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't in days. &lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted but showered. &lt;br /&gt;This is good. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a flight from Hethrow to jfk in tomorrow evening. With an added mission to retake all our London pictures before we leave. Due to the fact that my friend and I are both complete goofs. We don't have any pictures from the first stop in London. So we're planning on going to all the sites in the same clothes and retake our pictures. I'll let you know how they come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now. Its late as sin and I must to be sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;no, not with Roberto........... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-114107842485444576?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/114107842485444576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=114107842485444576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114107842485444576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/114107842485444576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113987146006847691</id><published>2006-02-13T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:57:40.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Update*</title><content type='html'>This blog doesnt really seem to exist anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people have it on ther RSS feed. &lt;em&gt;(I think thats what its called. &lt;/em&gt; and the rest of my readers have gone astray. &lt;br /&gt;But its oka. I'm not far. more so i feed off the comments. Havnt been reciving any so i assume people arent comeing anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is okay. Wed. my &lt;em&gt;(not so)&lt;/em&gt; little brother is moving to town. I havent seen him in a while and I'm just getting ready to party for a few days before I run off to Italy. I promised myself this would be a good year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trading that in for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for your viewing pleasure. I found &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/slideshow/news/2691965/detail.html?qs=;s=1;w=400"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and loved it. I went throu all of them today. Read the captions. some are really trippy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113987146006847691?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113987146006847691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113987146006847691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113987146006847691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113987146006847691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-update.html' title='My Update*'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113942071317245432</id><published>2006-02-08T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:45:13.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Yud Shavat?</title><content type='html'>Today is Yud Shevat is the anniversary of the passing of the Previous Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Yosef Y. Schneersohn, and the ascension to leadership of his son-in-law, the Rebbe king moshiach shlita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of his official acceptance of leadership of Chabad-Lubavitch, the Rebbe shlita recited a Chasidic discourse that stated uniquivocally that our generation is the last generation of exile and the first generation of the Redemption. This statement, and the campaign to bring about the Redemption, set the entire tone for the Rebbe's leadership. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more than four decades after the first discourse, the Rebbe shlita issued the following impassioned call to his followers and to the entire Jewish and world community: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is it that Moshiach has still not come? Why are we still in a state of galut (exile)? Why is our world still a place in which evil and suffering still prevail? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it acceptable that the Redemption should not come tonight, nor tomorrow, nor the day after, G-d forbid? The Jewish nation are 'a stiff-necked people.' Were there to be found even a few individuals who would adamantly insist on bringing Moshiach, he would have certainly long arrived! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What more can I do? I have done all I can to bring the world to truly demand and clamor for the Redemption. But it seems that all my efforts have been in vain. We are still in exile and, more significantly, in an internal galut of clouded vision and distorted priorities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have done all I can. I am handing over the task to you: Do everything in your power to bring our righteous redeemer, immediately! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not sufficient to mouth slogans. You must take action. It is my fervent hope that amongst you there will be found one, two or three people who will figure out what to do and how to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm leaving it to you. It is up to each and every one of you to bring about the Redemption. It is in your hands to bring Moshiach." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this auspicious time, let each one of us consider what we can do to bring about the Redemption and Moshiach, NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113942071317245432?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113942071317245432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113942071317245432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113942071317245432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113942071317245432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-yud-shavat.html' title='What is Yud Shavat?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113942051655745495</id><published>2006-02-08T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:41:56.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Yud Shvat</title><content type='html'>In honor of Yud Shvat I though I would post this. &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Likkutei Sichos,&lt;br /&gt;Vol. XVIII, Parshas Chukas-Balak&lt;br /&gt;and Yud-Beis Tammuz;&lt;br /&gt;and the Sichos of Shabbos Parshas Beshallach, 5751&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Time for Focus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yud Shvat (the Tenth of Shvat) is the Previous Rebbe's yahrzeit, the anniversary of his passing. On the day of a tzaddik's passing, "all his effort... for which he toiled throughout his life... becomes revealed and radiates downward... at the time of his passing."[1] Accordingly, Yud Shvat is an appropriate day to focus on the message of the Previous Rebbe's life, for every year, these same spiritual qualities are revealed on this anniversary.[2]&lt;br /&gt;This revelation affects all of "his children, the work of his hands," those who "will walk in his paths for eternity."[3] This is particularly true in regard to the yahrzeit of a nasi, a leader of the Jewish people. For a nasi is connected to every member of his generation;[4] as Rashi states,[5] "The nasi is the entire people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The divine service of every man, but particularly that of a tzaddik and nasi, is multifaceted. Nevertheless, in considering the Previous Rebbe's divine service as a whole, there is one quality that stands out distinctly, and which enhances the nature of all his other contributions, namely, his unbounded mesirus nefesh ("self sacrifice").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Previous Rebbe's mesirus nefesh was not limited to a particular situation or mode of expression. Despite the radically differing settings in which he lived and the varied nature of the obstacles with which he was confronted, he showed an unceasing commitment to the well-being of his fellow Jews, and to their connection with their Torah heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenging the Iron Fist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His resolution and unbounded concern may be seen in his responses to three challenges that marked the three decades during which he served as leader of the Chabad chassidic movement. The Previous Rebbe assumed the mantle of leadership in 5680 (1920). At that time, the majority of the Chabad community - and the largest Jewish population worldwide - was located in the Soviet Union, exposed to the full brunt of the Communist effort to stamp out religious practice.&lt;br /&gt;For the Previous Rebbe, every day presented a life-and-death struggle to maintain the observance of Torah throughout the country. He dispatched rabbis and shochtim to communities throughout the land, built mikvaos, and most important - and most fiercely opposed by the Communist regime - he established an extensive network of underground chadarim and yeshivos to educate Jewish youth. (This network continued to operate for decades, until the Glasnost allowed these schools to emerge into the light of day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Previous Rebbe was arrested several times for "counter-revolutionary" activities. At one point, he was sentenced to death; only through international intervention and a series of miracles was the sentence averted.[6] The most difficult part of the Rebbe's situation, however, was the threat to his followers who joined him in risking their lives for these goals. Whenever one of his followers was exiled to Siberia for teaching young children, the Previous Rebbe had to shoulder the responsibility of sending a replacement with the full knowledge of the danger awaiting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the Twilight Before the Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rebbe Rayatz was forced to leave Russia in 5688 (1928). For the next few years, he established his base in Riga. Although he visited several Jewish communities throughout the world during this time, his energies were still primarily focused on Russia and the operation of the chassidic movement there.&lt;br /&gt;In the summer of 5693 (1933), he settled in Poland. There, he was confronted by challenges of a different nature. Although there were no political obstacles to the spread of Jewish education or practice, the lack of resources presented difficulties which were compounded by the fact that the leaders of the local Jewish community did not understand his approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Previous Rebbe did not allow these impediments to stand in the way of his efforts. With relentless energy, he established a chain of yeshivos and chadarim that enabled thousands of youth to devote themselves to the study of Torah. These activities continued until they were halted by the Nazi invasion. Together with thousands of other Jews, the Previous Rebbe spent the High Holidays of 5700 (1939) in bomb shelters in Warsaw. Shortly thereafter, on the last passenger ship to leave, he set out for the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"America is No Different"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately upon his arrival, he announced that he had come not for his personal benefit, but to prove that "America is no different."[7] The spiritual vitality that had nurtured Jewish life in Eastern Europe could be transplanted to the American continent. Though its manner of expression might change, the traditional devotion to the Torah's teachings and the observance of the mitzvos would not.&lt;br /&gt;Physically broken by the ravages of ill-health and Soviet interrogators, the Previous Rebbe could have retired to a more private life, leading his own small group of followers. Instead, he revolutionized American Judaism. Every single area of American Jewish life - day schools, kashrus, Jewish publishing, yeshivah study, and the beginnings of the baal teshuvah movement - was radically influenced by his activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ability to practice mesirus nefesh in these three very different situations indicates that this quality was of his essence. Himself the epitome of mesirus nefesh, he was able to inspire others likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continually Advancing - and with Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very name Yosef Yitzchak speaks volumes about the Rebbe Rayatz.&lt;br /&gt;In Hebrew, Yosef means "increase". The Previous Rebbe's mesirus nefesh constantly impelled him to further commitment and increased activity. Moreover, the name Yosef was first given in the verse,[8] "May G-d add on (yosef) to me another son (ben acher)." Implicit in this verse is the ability of Yosef to transform a person who has hitherto been acher ("another" - estranged from his Jewish roots) into the closeness of ben ("a son"). This ability was exemplified by the Previous Rebbe, who inspired countless Jews to return to Jewish practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Yitzchak was first given in the verse,[9] "Whoever hears will laugh (yitzchak) with me." Joy should be radiated to the point that "whoever hears," even someone who does not consciously intend to hear, "will laugh with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with this verse, the Previous Rebbe possessed a unique ability to impart happiness to others. Even when he was physically broken, the atmosphere around him was never one of despair. Quite the contrary, he radiated joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both these names share a connection to the Redemption. The name Yosef is associated with the verse,[10] "G-d will again (yosif) extend His hand... to take possession of the remnant of His people." The joy inspired by the name Yitzchak anticipates the overwhelming joy our people will experience at the Redemption, as it is written,[11] "Then will our mouths be filled with laughter." May this take place in the immediate future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113942051655745495?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113942051655745495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113942051655745495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113942051655745495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113942051655745495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-honor-of-yud-shvat.html' title='In Honor of Yud Shvat'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113897704844626519</id><published>2006-02-03T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:30:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... Where'd I Go??</title><content type='html'>Good morning to all who are dropping by to see what I have to say. &lt;br /&gt;I must warn you. It's not much. I just realized I seem to have been neglecting my blog. Its not intentional. I was just a little addicted to myspace. It takes up a lot of my time. But I've decided to lay off the hard stuff. Pull back, if I may. Go through a little bet of withdrawal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway: Here's an update on the friends getting married around me. Yea, its hard. But mostly. I've come to realize. I'm just worried. I hope it's all with good intentions and I pray it all works out for the good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for a little Torah to spice up your morning with a word from our sages: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;B"H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One World&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might tell you, "When you come to work, leave your spirituality at home. Don't bother us with your peculiar lifestyle, your ethics, search for meaning... That's all nice, but this is business. This is the real world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one real world, and it belongs to one real G-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Daily Dose of Wisdom from the Rebbe&lt;br /&gt;-words and condensation by Tzvi Freeman&lt;br /&gt;Shevat 4, 5766 * February 2, 2006&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an amazing Shabbos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113897704844626519?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113897704844626519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113897704844626519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113897704844626519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113897704844626519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/02/um-whered-i-go.html' title='Um... Where&apos;d I Go??'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113759695935291757</id><published>2006-01-18T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T08:09:19.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend’s engagement: Jealousy or happiness?</title><content type='html'>I wrote this last wee but got sick and havnt been to work. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go over it before I post it. Maybe I shouldnt. It's more raw this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marriage of connivance;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shit or get off the pot. Right…?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's this bullsh*t about all the people I know getting engaged, just because..? Doesn't anyone believe in eternal bliss or love? What happened to my generation?   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My friend we'll just call him "Joe Shmoe" was trying to understand why I never "messed around" with him. Now that he's engaged this comes up, go figure… &lt;br /&gt;So I asked him, --(In response to the sudden inquiry) why are you marring this girl, if you're still trying to get in my pants? His answer: "Why not? She's been dating me for 2yrs. I owe it to her. Plus she'll be a good mom." Mean while she has no idea she's marring a drug addict who in his words has "temptation issues" when it comes to girls. &lt;br /&gt;--the only issue he has is that some say no. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And then there's "Jack Shmoe" the recovering heroin /crack addict who is marring the cookie cutter Bais Yaakov girl whom thinks her fiancé is in rehab for pot. Yes, I said it pot. &lt;br /&gt; --Ps. He still smokes pot. But is now, sober from the hard stuff* for all of 7 months. (Which she has no knowledge about) again… "She's willing to marry me. Why wouldn't I marry her?" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then: Last night:&lt;br /&gt; I went to a La'chaim for a friend of mine. Let's call her "L".&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, we stopped hanging out cause I couldn't keep up with her. Her life was spiraling down hill. Then about 2 months ago she was tripping out cause she was turning 25. Her "significant other" broke up with her telling her she was pathetic. What did she do? She had a conversation with g-d; asking for help, to make this g-d awful person want her back. &lt;br /&gt;She cleaned up. Was sent on a shidduch and got engaged. All in less than 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a whole trip. Well she came in an hour late. (To be expected) but what I didn't expect was her to come in with her ex. WHO DOES THAT?! On top of it, she wasn't all about the engagement. In fact all she said to me all night was. Why aren't you talking to "E". Not wow. Can you believe it or I'm so happy? or Imertz Ha'shem by you. Nothing but can you please go talk to him. Make piece. All I wanted to do was yell at her. He treated you like sh*t for 2 years!!!!! But I can't. It was her night. So I let it be. &lt;br /&gt;Then just before I finally had enough and left. She looks at me. Gives me a hug and says "Honey: you just have to give up on your self. Let it all go. Otherwise. You'll never be happy. The only reason I'm happy. Is cause I gave up on myself."   &lt;br /&gt;I left. I went home. And I cried. For both of us. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Now let me get one thing straight. I'm not taking away from anyone's happiness here. (and honestly all my friends aren’t drug addicts. I promise!!) I am however jealous in a sick and twisted "…why them?" level. Then I come back down planet earth and realize. None of them are happy. Not in love. They are all just settling. In a very unhealthy way might I add, but its so hard to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113759695935291757?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113759695935291757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113759695935291757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113759695935291757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113759695935291757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/friends-engagement-jealousy-or.html' title='A friend’s engagement: Jealousy or happiness?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113709510722016045</id><published>2006-01-12T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:45:07.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another deadly ending.</title><content type='html'>It seems these guys cant do anything right. After the incedint in Turkey. you think they would be carfull.. but no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stampede During Hajj Ritual Kills 345&lt;br /&gt;http://www.breitbart.com/news/2006/01/12/D8F3A9982.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113709510722016045?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113709510722016045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113709510722016045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113709510722016045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113709510722016045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-deadly-ending.html' title='Another deadly ending.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113708227306132729</id><published>2006-01-12T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:11:13.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slashers Father Blames Video Games.</title><content type='html'>Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sacrifice the Neo-Nazi shasher!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sick. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we live in America and we're always looking to point a finger. We're the nation with the &lt;a href=" http://news.google.com/news?hl=en&amp;ned=us&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=warning+labels"&gt;strangest warning labels&lt;/a&gt; to avoid dumb lawsuits. &lt;br /&gt;Well it looks like even the psycho slashers are also looking for someone else to &lt;a href=" http://newsfromrussia.com/main/2006/01/12/71044.html"&gt;blame&lt;/a&gt;. The father of the &lt;a href=" http://news.google.com/news?hl=en&amp;ned=us&amp;q=Moscow+synagogue"&gt;MOSCOW CHABAD HOUSE SHASHER &lt;/a&gt; said. &lt;br /&gt;""And I quote.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to officials the main reason of the rampage was believed to be national and religious enmity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later some other motives of the crime came on the surface. As father of Alexander Koptzev said his son used to play Postal (a computer game in which a postman goes mad, picks a knife and leaves to kill everybody he meets on the London streets). He played the game for quit a long time - several hours – when his friends called him out. Then Alexander went for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Daddy blames video games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick sick world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And n related news: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mosnews.com/news/2006/01/12/offercare.shtml"&gt;Russian Billionaire Offers Help&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113708227306132729?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113708227306132729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113708227306132729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113708227306132729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113708227306132729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/slashers-father-blames-video-games.html' title='Slashers Father Blames Video Games.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113692688180198903</id><published>2006-01-10T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:01:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Sacrificial Animals Strike BAck</title><content type='html'>Okay this is the best story ever. I didnt even know they they had a holiday to celibrate the acada. But who would all the animals started tripping?? Go figure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificial beasts strike back in Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Tue Jan 10, 2006 5:33 PM GMT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Souce    &lt;a href="http://today.reuters.co.uk/news/newsarticle.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;storyid=2006-01-10T173225Z_01_HO063183_RTRIDST_0_OUKOE-UK-TURKEY-SACRIFICE.XML"&gt;Reuters&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTANBUL (Reuters) - The Muslim faithful are supposed to sacrifice sheep or other livestock for the Eid al-Adha festival, but in Turkey more than 1,600 people cut themselves and two died of heart attacks on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey's streets annually run with blood as sheep and cattle have their throats cut on pavements and waste ground to commemorate Abraham's willingness to sacrifice his son for God. The scenes are decried by the secular media which every year calls for an end to the public slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people suffered heart attacks and two of them died while carrying out sacrifices, state-run Anatolian news agency said, and 1,664 were hospitalised nationwide, mostly from cuts suffered while trying to hold down struggling beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television showed a number of bulls escaping the knife and running down the streets. One butted open the door of a corner shop and took refuge inside. Angry bulls in at least two places attacked their would-be killers and put them in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one man in the western province of Bolu solved the problem of how to catch an escaped bull by shooting it in the legs with a shot-gun and then cutting its throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A portion of the meat from the dead animals is distributed to the poor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone hungry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113692688180198903?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113692688180198903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113692688180198903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113692688180198903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113692688180198903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-sacrificial-animals-strike-back.html' title='When Sacrificial Animals Strike BAck'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113691089446079174</id><published>2006-01-10T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:34:54.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Do When Your Bored Of Yourself?...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I look at my blog and think. Why haven't I posted anything interesting recently? I'm so bored of my blog I think I'm going to register it to my phone so I can use it as a sleep aid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. &lt;br /&gt;Yea yea. I'm kinda tired, bored and depressed. A little. I'll over come. I'm strong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to 25. Ew I'm single and going to be 25 soon. But yeay, I'm gonna have my birthday in Italy. hum..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113691089446079174?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113691089446079174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113691089446079174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113691089446079174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113691089446079174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-do-you-do-when-your-bored-of.html' title='What Do You Do When Your Bored Of Yourself?...'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113691067680124626</id><published>2006-01-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:31:16.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you think you are?</title><content type='html'>B"H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In words said by our great sages, what gives you the right to judge? This is a fun one. Makes me feel like... yea,.. what I'm a rebel. But what makes you any better than me. I'm tryin every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Distant&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Rebbe said this to person involved in Jewish outreach:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You say you are 'bringing close those who are distant.' What gives you the right to call them distant and pretend you are close? You must approach each one as though you were an emissary sent by the King of kings of kings to talk with the prince, his only son!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Daily Dose of Wisdom from the Rebbe&lt;br /&gt;-words and condensation by Tzvi Freeman&lt;br /&gt;Tevet 10, 5766 * January 10, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113691067680124626?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113691067680124626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113691067680124626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113691067680124626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113691067680124626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who do you think you are?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113630898507524633</id><published>2006-01-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:23:05.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me. I've been Tagged. :) MEM4</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I've had in my life:&lt;/strong&gt; Stock&amp;Sales @ Neptune fireworks, Starbucks- Barista, Glatt kosher Hot dog vendor @ Shea &amp; Yaakey Stadium, office manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies I could watch over and over:&lt;/strong&gt; pulp fiction, reservoir dogs, mall rats, clerks. (basically anything by Quentin Tarantino or Kevin smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I've lived: &lt;/strong&gt;Born in Cali- Grew up in Miami,Fl-  Fairfax,VA- All over Israel- and now I’m in NY. Ohh, wait that was 5. oh well.. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV Shows I love to watch&lt;/strong&gt;: Friends, Coupling, Grey’s Anatomy, One Tree Hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I've been on vacation:&lt;/strong&gt;  Cali, WV, (upstate) NY, Israel, I’m going to Venice Italy A”H yea!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites I visit daily: &lt;/strong&gt;Drudge Report.com, MySpace.com, Jahfiltefish.com,  worldAtlas.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favorite foods: &lt;/strong&gt;Cheese off the pizza, Most meat, Fish, The outer layer of Jelly Beans!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places you'd rather be: &lt;/strong&gt;Sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four books I'll read over and over again:&lt;/strong&gt; Harry potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I tag:&lt;/strong&gt; Your mom. Okay not tagging anyone. Cause I’v done it before and pissed people off. So anyone want to take it on. Go for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cant tag anyone. J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113630898507524633?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113630898507524633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113630898507524633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113630898507524633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113630898507524633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-me-ive-been-tagged-mem4.html' title='This is Me. I&apos;ve been Tagged. :) MEM4'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113630825686345567</id><published>2006-01-03T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:10:56.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RE-Release of Kill Bill</title><content type='html'>Best news ever!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin Tarantino finally reveals some info on the planned &lt;strong&gt;re-release of Kill Bill Volume 1 and 2, which he plans to get out to selected theaters next year&lt;/strong&gt;. He sais "I&lt;strong&gt; want to cut the whole movie together like one big epic with an intermission in the middle like a 60s film&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It'll be coming out in theatres&lt;/em&gt;. I've been holding off because I've been working on it for so long that I just wanted a year off from Kill Bill and then I'll do the big supplementary DVD package."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das what I like to hear. yea. &lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113630825686345567?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113630825686345567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113630825686345567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113630825686345567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113630825686345567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/re-release-of-kill-bill.html' title='RE-Release of Kill Bill'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113622328574367172</id><published>2006-01-02T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:34:45.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina Fay+ Ali G.  = Disaster</title><content type='html'>Ali G as Vic Thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life is none of your business. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who remembers Vic Thrill + Time Square and the Millennium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I were talking about how this is the fist official concert in Time Square for new years eve. And he was saying a friend of his who was a chossid Turned rock star turned chossid again. (Vic Thrill of Curly Oxide/ now going by the name Chaim) was supposed to play a gig for the millennium in Time Square. But then, decided not to due to the fact that it was shabbos. &lt;br /&gt;He was suddenly questioning life all over again. Shortly after the choice not to play his mother set conned him in to a shidduch. And well he’s currently living happily ever after as a Chossid. &lt;br /&gt;Now is where it gets interesting. Some Movie producer heard/ knows the story of this Chossid who became a rock star only to drop it all for the Quiet life of being a chossid. Apparently this isn’t the version of a story that typical or heard all the time. So here came this producer offering him just under a million for the rights of his life story.  and what do you know.. this adel chossid declined saying he doesn’t want to bring back the past and he wants to move forward in life. Yes, he declined. He didn’t want the whole thing to come alive all over again. So instead, (now tell me if you know exactly how this gets less press…) (Sacha Baron Cohen)aka &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/alig/"&gt;Ali G&lt;/a&gt;. is set to play him in some kind of movie version of the story that Tina Fey is writing. &lt;br /&gt;Go figure. Now, this poor little man is tripping out because his life is in an uproar about the fact that his whole story is coming out. And he wants nothing more than to move on.  He’s a chossid. What can ya say?    . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, without the official rights… (not sure how that works)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tina Fey has made a deal with Paramount to writer Curly Oxide and Vic Thrill, from producers Lorne Michaels and John Goldwyn. Fey will write the comedy about the true story of a Hasidic Jew and a grizzled rock musician who form a band, reports Variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curly Oxide is the stage name of the young Hasidic Jew who wandered into a Brooklyn bar where Vic Thrill drunkenly played his raucous music. Thrill struck up a conversation and a mutual interest in music led Thrill to invite his new friend to visit his nearby recording studio. The duo began writing and performing music together, mingling their cultures in the playful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unclear whether Fey will write a role for herself. She will continue to serve as head writer for Saturday Night Live as well as the show's Weekend Update co-anchor when the sketch comedy show returns this fall.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, did anyone know Tina Fey was the head Writer at SNL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thislife.org, "&gt; music videos here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casspix.com "&gt;Click on&lt;/a&gt; the "all episodes in order of broadcast" link, pick 2004 and then pick the program from 6/25 entitled "My Experimental Phase". It's a really great story about how Vic Thrill discovered Curly Oxide, a Hasidic Jew who wanted to be a rock star. The first 5-10 minutes of the show is actually about a woman who thought she was gay, but the Curly story starts right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much buzz I cant follow any of it. all I know throu mutual freinds... Hes not a happy camper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113622328574367172?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113622328574367172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113622328574367172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113622328574367172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113622328574367172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2006/01/tina-fay-ali-g-disaster.html' title='Tina Fay+ Ali G.  = Disaster'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113596483880858811</id><published>2005-12-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:53:10.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If it quacks like a b*tch</title><content type='html'>Okay so, daily trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have this issue. (okay, I always had this issues) &lt;br /&gt;Girls seem to have an aversion to me. I don’t know why. They are usually pleasant. But you just know they don’t really want to look up with that fake, “Oh hey, how you doing? How have things been?”  any more than I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I have issues with them, or who they are. *that’s not even the issue* I have a problem with people who don’t like me. That when I’d rather talking to a wall than pretending to be nice. &lt;br /&gt;So I was talking to one of the few chicks I can communicate with. (Maybe its cause she thinks like a guy) and she shared an interesting thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are usually 2 reasons why girls don’t like girls. &lt;br /&gt;A. You’re a slut.  B. You’re a bitch.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boys and girls, I’m defiantly not a slut!&lt;br /&gt;so, can I opt for C.&lt;br /&gt;C. It’s because they feel threatened and suspicious for absolutely no reason?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113596483880858811?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113596483880858811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113596483880858811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113596483880858811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113596483880858811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-it-quacks-like-btch.html' title='If it quacks like a b*tch'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113589282459100334</id><published>2005-12-29T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:57:05.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish Geography</title><content type='html'>Alright, we're all familiar with a little game called Jewish geography. You know Chani. I know Esti. Who went to school with Shira. Who's is Chanis Room mate. Who's Brother Married Shira. And is Surits Cousin. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The world is small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I have been talking about this a lot lately how small the Jewish world is. I met a whole new chevrah of friends this summer. But every single person I met. I later found that I knew them through someone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So now I've been checking out &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; and seeing that it's even smaller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night I was at a childhood- friends- Chanukah party. I bring another friend. He and I are talking. He mentions A. might be coming to his gig later at an after party in the city. My friend whom is throwing this party looks up and is like really. &lt;br /&gt;She used to be my room mate?!?! I thought she was in India?! Yea... Everyone is connected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, going to, many, schools in many, towns; Your world gets smaller. Once you've added Yeshiva in Israel; Boom! -You've just gone global. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you are an Orthodox Jew then by the time you are 24. there is no way you cant play 6 degrees of separation. (Throw in the lubavitch factor and you just increased your chances of knowing everyone by double) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Now for a fun story:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Add one old British friend, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;,the Ohr Sameach &lt;a href="http://ohr.edu/alumni_db/alumni_dir.php"&gt;Alumni&lt;/a&gt; page.. and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;Blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  and you have a good story.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Starts Here:: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so I'm going to Europe for the first time with a friend for my birthday. I'm Super excited! I figure I have old friends from Israel who I would love to see all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I find them?  GOOGLE how else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google takes me to the Ohr Sameach Alumni list I find my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely its all from several years ago and none of the information has been updated. Ever (PS that a fact. I was working for them trying to contact people to update it. Till I realized.. Boys are hard to find. Isn't that why I'm single? But if do have old list of all the American boys! Separated by State and in Alphabetical order.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: But let's get back on track here. The information was posted in 2001. Not going to help me much. But it does have a link to a website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of course my friend (dear old JB) hasn't kept up with it in years. But seems to have paid for the name so the site is still up.... (I don't really get the internet.) So it's still active but hasn't been updated in years. We can't make this too east for old friends...now can we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Alright, now let's laugh a little. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a link with info for the guy who helped design the site. With one of those cute little aim links. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;This conversation has been edited* A lot* okay, completely*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just getting the details out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ME: Hey, I'm sure this is rude but do know &lt;em&gt;JB&lt;/em&gt; or where I can find him...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer: How do you know I know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: I saw your link on his page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer: what page?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: his old out dated page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada.. Yada.... (I did'nt know that page was still up) Yada.. Yada.. Anyway, its so funny between the two of us, we know the whole world. Here you are asking for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer: So who's asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer: Me who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer: from where? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer: whats your Sur name? &lt;em&gt;(I love the British)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Designer Interrogating this dear stranger: But I assume he is going to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: so can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer: hold on he's on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Well tell him if the name isn't ringing any bells, that I need someone to dominate my shesh besh board. It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Designer: he asked for your number. :) &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And thus he knew I was on the other end of his buddy's AIM window.*&lt;br /&gt;Within secconds: my phone rings and I'm talking to my good old friend &lt;em&gt;JB&lt;/em&gt; .*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them mention to me how funny it is that between the two of them, they know the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; But wait, now I find out how true it is.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world just got smaller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the Designer IM's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from a failure screen name not the one I had talked to him on last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things all began to click in my head. When I was on the phone talking to my friend I was thinking how funny it is that I know of another British guy who made ailya  But I figure there have to be tons of British guys who make ailya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nope. &lt;a href="http://aliya05.blogspot.com"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they do seem to know the world. Rock on boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yosef if your as cool as JB I would understand how you know the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113589282459100334?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113589282459100334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113589282459100334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113589282459100334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113589282459100334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/jewish-geography.html' title='Jewish Geography'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113578231261501257</id><published>2005-12-28T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T08:05:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs and Shidduchim,  Score!</title><content type='html'>I think I need to start doing &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;drugs. &lt;br /&gt;Now when I say real I mean like the hard drugs, the ones people are always like, “yea I did drugs, but I never did &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;… ” Serious addiction, you know. &lt;em&gt;“The good stuff.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately it seems as if all the people I know whom I used to do “&lt;em&gt;soft&lt;/em&gt;” drugs with are currently happy and in relationships. And all la de da.. oh, so excited and talking about planning a wedding even though they haven’t even gotten to the engaged part yet. When they do; I’m like oh wow cool. Mazel Tov! They look at me as if they want to kill me cause i'm not excited. (anymore)I’m sorry. But to cut into a different issue here for a second. YOU SPENT THE LAST 4 MONTHS TELLING ME YOUR GETTING ENGAGED!!You’ve set a date called the caterer. Tried on dresses, I know! I was happy for you for the last 4 freakin months I'M SORRY I’M NOT JUMPING FOR JOY AT THIS VERY SECCOND! I'm happy for you. honest. Just tell me when the wedding is…. I’ll be there with my smile I promise.  &lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m not knocking them in the least bit. I love all my friends and I am so extraordinarily happy for them. (With a sense of uncontrollable jealousy) But the truth of the matter is I stopped ages ago. (The drugs) And they went on to bigger and better things… i.e. Crazy intense drugs. They all seemed to have hit rock bottom at some point and now go sober. &lt;br /&gt;Now opening them up to find clarity, happiness, and let’s not forget love. Simple, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be worth it. I spend what at the very least $50.00 bucks a week on shabbos. (being cheap) Well I could redirect that money for say, crack. I’m told it’s cheap.  I'll eat less because I’m doing crack, never be hungry, and lose weight. Look amazing (not that I think in the least bit that I’m unattractive.) find g-d all over again. Quit smoking cigarettes stop drinking.. Wont ever have to hear “this event isn’t really for single girls” cause I wont go out much due to the fact that I’ll be too busy smoking crack, in some loft. Somewhere in this g-d forsaken city and then when I’m all frail and emaciated… I’ll wake up boom. Just like that. Realize that even the scum lesbian I’m sleeping with doesn’t want to be with me. I’ll find myself. Then a man who will aid me in sobering up. &lt;br /&gt;It's a flawless plan. It seems everyone I know is in midst of doing this right now. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just cause I’m not enough of an extremist. You know, I just didn’t follow through with my drug use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea where I can score some crack in the Brooklyn area?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I'll just go back to the coke....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113578231261501257?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113578231261501257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113578231261501257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113578231261501257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113578231261501257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/drugs-and-shidduchim-score.html' title='Drugs and Shidduchim,  Score!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113520290281975215</id><published>2005-12-21T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:08:22.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Munich - Open Letter to the Editor,</title><content type='html'>I'm just passing it on: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICANS FOR A SAFE ISRAEL/AFSI; 1623 Third Ave., Suite 205, New York, N.Y. 10128; afsi@rcn.com; www.afsi.org; Tel: 212-828-2424; Fax: 212-828-1717; December 21, 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Letter to the Editor, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Spielberg’s film, MUNICH, is based on fraudulent information. Tragically, because he is such a good filmmaker, audiences will be deceived into taking his account, “inspired by real events,” to be the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israel’s newspaper, Haaretz, reports that “the movie is based on a book in which there is no truth.” Research confirms this. Canadian journalist George Jonas’ 1984 book : Vengeance: The True Story of an Israeli Counter-Terrorist Team, is used by Spielberg as his reference. Mr. Jonas relied largely on the information given him by Yuval Aviv, a man who posed as a Mossad agent, “even though he had never worked in the Mossad and certainly had not participated in operations to kill those involved in the athletes’ murder.” His only security experience was when he worked as a security guard for El Al in New York. Shaister.com tells us that “Zvi Zamir, who was head of Mossad during that period, has also stated on several occasions that he has never known Aviv and there there is no connection between what is related in Jonas’ book and what really happened.” Zamir also states that he was never contacted by Spielberg for the true facts in the case, and he is surprised that the director would “rely on this particular book” for his source material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 21 marks the anniversary of the Pan Am 103 bombing over Lockerbie Scotland in 1988, which is related to the same Yuval Aviv and his fraudulent actions. The bombing, which claimed the lives of 243 passengers and 16 crew members. There were 37 students on board flying home from an overseas study program in London. One of those students was the only child of Susan and Dan Cohen, who have never ended their efforts to avenge their daughter’s death. The Cohens are very disturbed about the fact that Yuval Aviv, the same Mossad imposter who tried to take advantage of them, is the man whose fraudulent information was the source for Steven Spielberg’s new film, “Munich”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Cohens, Aviv’s “unscrupulous practice of telling tailor-made stories to the highest bidder” is illustrated by the fact that Aviv wrote a report exonerating Pan Am in the 103 matter which gained him much media attention. Aviv had previously contacted them “and offered information that would prove that Pan Am had been negligent in preventing the disaster,” just the opposite of what he was saying on behalf of Pan Am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spielberg does a disservice in basing his film on fallacious material, and presenting the Munich massacre and Israel’s response as a “perpetual motion machine” and a “quagmire of blood for blood”. He describes the massacre as a “response to a response”. One must ask Spielberg what the Arabs were “responding” to when they carried out their murderous deed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By falsely creating an atmosphere of moral equivalency in his film, Spielberg adds to the pain and suffering of the Pan Am 103 families and all others who have been affected by the murderous actions of terrorists. By choosing to deceive his movie going public about the true nature of the “clash of civilizations” and Islam’s war against western civilization, he contributes to the threat to Israel, America, and the western world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Freedman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Executive Director &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans For a Safe Israel/AFSI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113520290281975215?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113520290281975215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113520290281975215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113520290281975215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113520290281975215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/munich-open-letter-to-editor.html' title='Munich - Open Letter to the Editor,'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113510649216251717</id><published>2005-12-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:21:32.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Street Names.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I didnt write this. I've got lazy. I dont write. I need to start to write my own stuff. but in the mean time. All creativity in the writing of this artical belongs to .&lt;a href="http://autos.aol.com/article?id=20051219191509990001"&gt;aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just well written and full of fun facts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you're heading through North Dakota over the holidays, don't be surprised if your directions take you down Smashed-In Buffalo Head Road. Then again, if you're passing through the Detroit suburbs, try not to blush if you get off at Exit 69, otherwise known as Big Beaver Road. And appropriately enough, not far from the University of Michigan's school of political science, you might pass the intersection of Nixon/Bluet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Lois Lane to Chicken Shack Drive, the U.S. is lined by roadways with some wild, weird and wacky names. How did they get that way? Politics and history, mistranslations and vanity, as well as the occasional, odd sense of humor have made for much more interesting travel than were we simply a land of Main Streets and Broadways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt the oldest road names in America are those left by the Spaniards along the Florida and Gulf Coasts, the Southwest and California. The most obvious is El Camino Real -- the "Royal Road," running much of the length of old Spanish California. It's certainly a lot more colorful name than the King's Highway that spanned early settlements along the East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those early settlements paid obeisance to the Crown, with roads like King, Prince or Queen. In areas settled by the French, including Detroit, modern-day residents still struggle to pronounce street names like Beaubien, Cadieux and Navarre. (Then again, Detroiters also pronounce Freud St. as Frood, and Goethe as Goatee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early American street names often reflected their purpose, such as the Boston Post Road, running from New York City to Boston. There are plenty of these functional roads: Atwater, River, Canal and Railroad, Lake Shore, Market, Main and Broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nation is dotted with Plank Roads and Turnpikes. Early enterprising pioneers would lay wooden boards, or planks, to get travelers out of the mud on primitive trails. You'd pay your penny and they'd turn a wheel, raising the gate, or pike, to let you pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Deer Lick Road? It was likely a landmark for early settlers and travelers, just like Lime Kiln Lane and Smashed-In Buffalo Head Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Revolution, it became popular to name streets (as well as towns, counties and schools) after national heroes and leaders. We have countless Washington, Jefferson, Adams and Madison Streets. And the trend continues with modern leaders, hence the ubiquitous Martin Luther King boulevards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can anyone tell us who Fangboner Road., near Toledo, Ohio, was meant to honor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Boomers, otherwise known as the Me-Generation, have taken to heart that old rock and roll lyric, "Everybody Is a Star." The postage stamp-sized Pleasant Ridge, Mich., regularly auctions off the right to name a local street. So do a number of other cities across the U.S., so that's why you can find a Chicken Shack Lane leading to Elm Street. And why not honor your favorite comic book character, as one fan did with Lois Lane in Southfield, Mich.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early roads would weave and bob, following the local terrain. As a result of the Northwest Territory Act of 1787, lands north of the Ohio River and west of Pennsylvania were laid out in North-South and East-West grids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rapper Eminem hung out on Detroit's Eight Mile Road, the Motor City marking distance to a central point downtown. Other cities name their grid roads alphabetically, while in New York, Avenues run North-South and Streets run East-West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early New York was a maze of winding lanes. Finally, city fathers tried adopting the grid system, but it didn't always work right, so in Greenwich Village, you'll find the intersection of West 4th Street and West 4th Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the politically-charged intersection of Nixon/Bluet, intersections can create some unexpected complications of their own. New York offers us another, the anti-feminist meeting of Bangher and Leever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. doesn't have a monopoly on odd names, of course. Some European names reflect ancient events or leaders, often in dialects no longer spoken. Politics also can play havoc. According to the online research site, Wikipedia, "Names are sometimes manipulated for political purposes; the name of Svetogorska Street, in Belgrade, was changed six times since 1872."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are plenty of odd and uncommon street names across the country, most communities show a surprising lack of imagination. Yet the U.S. Census Bureau suggests that even the ordinary can be a little odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that First Street would be America's most popular road name. Think again. It follows Second and Third Streets, though Fourth Street does indeed come &lt;/blockquote&gt;in fourth place. Main Street? It ranks a relatively minor seventh on the top-10 list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113510649216251717?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113510649216251717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113510649216251717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113510649216251717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113510649216251717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/funny-street-names.html' title='Funny Street Names.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113510199798380652</id><published>2005-12-20T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:06:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shana Tova!!</title><content type='html'>Have some insight on this holy day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torah lessons: Curtosy of Chabad.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chassidus Chabad opens the gates to the chambers of Chochma and Bina, enabling one to know and to recognize - with intellectual comprehension -  "He who spoke and the world came into being. (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It awakens the feelings of the heart so that it is aroused with the emotion engendered by that particular intellectual comprehension. (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chassidus Chabad shows the way that each individual - commensurate with his innate abilities -  can "approach the Sacred," to serve G-d with his mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnotes: (1) See Siddur p. 30, line 37 (Baruch She'amar); compare&lt;br /&gt;              Tehillim 33:9.&lt;br /&gt;          (2) Of G-d. A specific intellectual contemplation arouses&lt;br /&gt;              (or engenders) a specific emotion related to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B"H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific Revolution&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From this we know that the true purpose of all technology and modern science is neither convenience nor power, but a means to discover G-dliness within the physical world.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Daily Dose of Wisdom from the Rebbe&lt;br /&gt;-words and condensation by Tzvi Freeman&lt;br /&gt;Kislev 19, 5766 * December 20, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B"H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science &amp; G-d&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the nineteenth century, many scientists had no use for G-d. Instead, they worshipped a tight chain of cause and effect that left no room for miracles, providence or prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the scientist looked into the atom and the wonder of the universe opened before him. The iron chain of cause and effect was loosened and Determinism deposed from its throne. Today, once again there is room for G-d in the minds of men.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113510199798380652?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113510199798380652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113510199798380652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113510199798380652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113510199798380652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/shana-tova.html' title='Shana Tova!!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113501934008737095</id><published>2005-12-19T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:12:02.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Torah in Your I-Pod.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3252/1103/1600/yid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3252/1103/320/yid.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, this is a trip and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found out about this, &lt;a href="http://www.shaspods.com/"&gt;The Shas-Pod&lt;/a&gt;. Yes that's right ladies and gentleman, I said it. Its a 20gig &lt;a href="http://i-pod.com/"&gt;iPod&lt;/a&gt;. You now have &lt;em&gt;the Kosher choice.&lt;/em&gt; You now have the abilty to have all of shas in your poket. I can jsut imagin seeing Rabbis all over the place with there IPODS full of shas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chanukkah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113501934008737095?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113501934008737095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113501934008737095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113501934008737095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113501934008737095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/gift-of-torah-in-your-i-pod.html' title='The Gift of Torah in Your I-Pod.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113468075951186811</id><published>2005-12-15T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:28:00.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored @ Work</title><content type='html'>Me too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, from &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/news/5540774/detail.html"&gt;Rudolph&lt;/a&gt; being hung from a tree bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To contemplating thoughts such as: what a Jew. Shleping Nachas. &lt;br /&gt;We can’t even get nachas form someone with out adding guilt or kvetching about it. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Down to the 9.7 million dollars &lt;a href="http://www.boxofficemojo.com/alltime/days/?page=wed&amp;p=.htm"&gt;King Kong&lt;/a&gt; made yesterday. (By the way that’s not considered a whole lot. apparently) I don’t think there’s anything left online for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo bored. I even did my &lt;a href="http://www.chabad.org/dailystudy/default.asp?AID=6207"&gt;Chitas&lt;/a&gt; online today!! What a slow day there seems to be a lot going on in the world. And I’m sick of looking at the computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way &lt;a href="http://www.chabad.com/index.php"&gt;Chabad.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chabad.org"&gt;chabad.org&lt;/a&gt; two different sites  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and: A popular Greek cuisine, tzatziki is a dip traditionally made of yogurt and cucumber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113468075951186811?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113468075951186811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113468075951186811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113468075951186811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113468075951186811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored-work.html' title='bored @ Work'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113466818606321018</id><published>2005-12-15T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:42:40.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Proof&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;blockquote&gt;B"H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we almost never wait for 100% guarantees. We trust that the dentist is a dentist, the taxi driver is a taxi driver, and so on --and put our lives in their hands --on flimsy tacit evidence. Yet, when it comes to a simple good deed, people demand 100% proof that this is really what G-d wants them to do!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one I feel in love with yester day. It's just so brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;Its touches the topic of takeing time off to figure things out. &lt;br /&gt;Sparks a few thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(From a letter by the Rebbe:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You write that you have taken a few years off from teaching to come to an understanding of "what it is all about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, once you have determined an answer to your question, what will you do then? And in the meantime, just who and how many have benefited from all your searching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back to teaching and change a few students' lives.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Daily Dose of Wisdom from the Rebbe&lt;br /&gt;-words and condensation by Tzvi Freeman&lt;br /&gt;Kislev 14, 5766 * December 15, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113466818606321018?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113466818606321018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113466818606321018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113466818606321018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113466818606321018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom..'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113466775971310476</id><published>2005-12-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:31:54.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Card From Miami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3252/1103/1600/florida.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3252/1103/320/florida.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those images you just have to love. &lt;br /&gt;I love to miss Miami. Dont love to be there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113466775971310476?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113466775971310476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113466775971310476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113466775971310476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113466775971310476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-card-from-miami.html' title='A Post Card From Miami'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113459354595228650</id><published>2005-12-14T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:56:08.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Support For Daniel Pinner!!!!!</title><content type='html'>December 15, Beer Sheva. BE THERE OR BE NOWHERE &lt;br /&gt;From Revava.org &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://orangeprisonersofzion.blogspot.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Pinner will be giving testimony this coming Thursday, 15 December 2005 at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Daniel Pinner will be giving testimony this coming Thursday, 15 December 2005 at the court in Be'er Sheba. At present, the hearing is scheduled for 12 noon. However, the court has a habit of starting proceedings either very early or very late. This means that the proceedings could start anytime between 9 a.m. and 3 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;Daniel has been denied food and drink in previous hearings...sometimes for almost a full day before the hearing. &lt;br /&gt;If you can attend, please arrive as early as possible and be prepared to stay most of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel appreciates messages from supporters via voicemail at:03-906-8079 (+972-3-906-8079 from outside Israel) or by regular mail at: &lt;br /&gt;Daniel Pinner-Maasiyahu PrisonPOB 13 72100 Disengagement Wing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the health and speedy release of Daniel Moshe Tzvi ben Channah Malka Fayge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is this you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;Answer here. &lt;br /&gt;Just us &lt;br /&gt;By Michelle Nevada &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a phone call to Israel. I think it cost me about 15 cents, with my phone card. What I got for that 15 cents, however, was worth much more than I can say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who picked up the phone, but when he said, “Daniel Pinner’s residence.” I began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am calling from the United States,” I said. “I just wanted you to let Daniel know that we are all reading about Daniel, writing about Daniel, sending e-mails about Daniel, and that Daniel shouldn’t lose hope.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a short silence, then the man said, “Do you mind, very much, calling back so that I can let the voice mail answer, and Daniel can get your message directly? He would love to hear your voice.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed, so I spent another 15 cents. This time, waiting though a message in Hebrew, then a message in English, then a beep. I’m not sure exactly what I said the second time, but I wanted to let this man know we haven’t forgotten about him, about what he did, and about how the justice system has treated him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember that I said, “Someday, G-d willing, we will have perfect Justice in Israel instead of the corrupt system we have now.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Pinner is an electrician who volunteered his time to help the people of Gaza by connecting electrical services to the abandoned Palm Beach Hotel. This hotel served as temporary housing for those who were intent upon protesting the destruction of Gaza communities by the Sharon government. Daniel Pinner made the mistake of taking a walk down the beach, where he was attacked by a mob of 50 stone-throwing Arabs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intent upon protecting himself and his companions, Daniel fired his Uzi into the air. The crowd dispersed, then reformed and began again throwing rocks. Daniel fired again into the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days later, after he returned home, he was arrested and charged with wounding an Arab. There is no connection between his gun and the wounded Arab, but he has sat in jail for over five months waiting for trial. The Israeli government says Daniel, a man with no criminal record, is too “dangerous” to let out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but think that Daniel’s main reason for sitting in jail is not that he was falsely accused of shooting an Arab in the leg, but that he is a member of the community of Kfar Tapuach. Kfar Tapuach, is one of the most diverse towns in Judea and Samaria. Yemenites founded the town nearly 30 years ago, and it now has a mix of Russians, Americans and others ethnic groups, along with various political and social opinions. But the town is marked. If you ever read a newspaper article about Kfar Tapuach, you will hear of it referred to as a “Far Right-Wing” settlement, or a place where “Radical Jews” live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the synagogue in Kfar Tapuach that dedicated a Torah with much pomp and celebration, only to hear the next day that the Israeli government was calling into question the “right” of the community to have built a synagogue in the first place. Then the government demanded to know how the road had been built, and, finally, they ordered the destruction of the synagogue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kfar Tapuach is also where David Haivri lives, the man who was accused in the infamous T-Shirt trial. David also sat in jail for months for no reason before being acquitted of the heinous and dangerous activity of selling T-Shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone dares to live in Kfar Tapuach, or any of the other “settlements” that the Sharon government deems troublesome, the inhabitants, no matter what age, are marked by the justice system for harsh punishment—regardless of their guilt or innocence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from Judea and Samaria that girls as young as 12 were arrested and held for months to await trail for such dangerous activities as protesting the destruction of Gaza, and yelling at Arab olive harvesters. These children are not dangerous criminals that need to be remanded until trial. They are kids from good families who wanted to take their opportunity to share in the history of the Jewish state and express the values that have been handed down to them through Torah—love of the land of Israel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the way the “Justice” system works in Israel today. Justice, for those who live in Samaria, Judea, and the former Gaza communities has become “Just us.” If you are a member of the communities that Sharon has slated for destruction, you are a criminal. It doesn’t matter what you have done or not done because they will find a way to make the arrest legitimate somehow. In the outside chance that they can’t find a reason to hold you after the trial is over, they will have, at least, disrupted your education, your income, or your personal life to such an extent that you will be permanently damaged in some way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in this political climate that State Comptroller Micha Lindenstrauss will soon release her report on the Gaza withdrawal plan, focusing upon the civil rights abuses by the government in the apprehension, arrest, and detaining of many of the protestors for no other reason than their disapproval of the Sharon government. It is a report that is desperately needed, but will, I am sure, be quickly hidden and muffled in all but the alternative presses in Israel—especially during an election season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, report or not, the lack of justice in the Israeli “Justice” system is more than inconvenient—it is dangerous. Today it may be the “settlers” that Sharon’s government wants to silence. But who will it be tomorrow? When one man is in jail for an extended period of time without rights, it should give every citizen, visitor, and official of Israel pause. Imperfect justice is expected, but corrupt justice threatens every person in the land of Israel. Daniel Pinner is just one man, but he could be you, or me, or your best friend, or a member of your family. We cannot stand by and watch these injustices without action. In the words of Benjamin Franklin, "We must indeed all hang together, or most assuredly we will all hang separately."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113459354595228650?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113459354595228650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113459354595228650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113459354595228650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113459354595228650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/show-support-for-daniel-pinner.html' title='Show Support For Daniel Pinner!!!!!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113459216273574821</id><published>2005-12-14T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:29:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Gwen Ghetto?</title><content type='html'>I had a revelation today about Gwen Stefani, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her music has become, lets say.. not exactly what it was. Ehem.. chough: sh*t) ehem.. Sorry clearing my throat, whew, she becoming more irritating by the day. I seem to think someone slapped the talent right out of her punk ass and turned it in to ghetto booty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy. Where do all the wild ones go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only reason she still has my attention. Is cause shes married to Gavin Rosdale. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113459216273574821?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113459216273574821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113459216273574821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113459216273574821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113459216273574821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-is-gwen-ghetto.html' title='Why is Gwen Ghetto?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113449358086429475</id><published>2005-12-13T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:06:20.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Money                   B"H</title><content type='html'>A Daily Dose from my email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Money&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why American money is so successful? Because it has written on it, "In G-d We Trust."&lt;br /&gt;Not just "Believe." "Trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the money even tells you its purpose: Upon it is written, "E Pluribus Unum." The purpose of all your dealings with money is to make from many a Oneness. And if that is truly your purpose, then you will rely on the One Creator to provide your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Daily Dose of Wisdom from the Rebbe&lt;br /&gt;-words and condensation by Tzvi Freeman&lt;br /&gt;Kislev 11, 5766 * December 12, 2005&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="www.chabad.org"&gt;Chabad.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113449358086429475?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113449358086429475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113449358086429475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113449358086429475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113449358086429475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/american-money-bh.html' title='American Money                   B&quot;H'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113441496958763776</id><published>2005-12-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:19:45.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday.. eh.</title><content type='html'>Quick thoughts. I’ll get into it more at another time: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. When someone repeatedly tries to help you out. But absolutely never comes thru for you. AHHH!!!!!! Running around screaming and pulling my hair out!&lt;br /&gt;You can’t get upset with them because they went out of there way at tried. &lt;br /&gt;And they have their own drama. I mean is it their fault they seem to attract that much drama???  OY, how do you say thank you to someone who didn’t get the job done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. I heard a great quote in a promo for a new ABC show called &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/schedule/2005-06/emilysreasons.html"&gt;“Emily’s reasons why not&lt;/a&gt; “Instead of looking for a man to make me feel complete I should consider looking at myself as already whole.” I think. That line touched me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. what do you do with an abundance of secrets??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113441496958763776?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113441496958763776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113441496958763776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113441496958763776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113441496958763776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/monday-eh.html' title='monday.. eh.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113381379590559041</id><published>2005-12-05T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:16:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>So I want an ipod. But I spent all my money on a my birthday gift to myself already. &lt;br /&gt;(a trip to italy) so now I'm thinking all my friends should pool in together and get me one!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those free ipod scams, apearntly arent scams... my friend just got his. &lt;br /&gt;but if you forget to cancel all the crap you have to sign up for. well your screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure. &lt;br /&gt; gotta make the money somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to help me out email me . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not... oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113381379590559041?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113381379590559041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113381379590559041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113381379590559041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113381379590559041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113347582124304879</id><published>2005-12-01T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T15:23:41.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say whah?</title><content type='html'>Todays a whole new day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will also be. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day after. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I think I should sit and write something. &lt;br /&gt;Then I remember my boss can walk in any minute and get annoyed that I’m blogging. Not that he really cares, he just likes to pick fun at the whole idea. He’s a punk. What can you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was recently thinking about whole mess of things. And there all running circles around my head. So at a desperate attempt to save myself from insanity I want to get them out.   Rambling through the key board seems to be the best way. This way I don’t have to sit down and speak in riddles and no one has to listen.&lt;br /&gt;  (Some people say I do that) I think it totally works for me. So screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing bouncing around in my head: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the noise, that guys make&lt;/em&gt;. And now before you freak out and get all weird. That isn’t what it sounds like.. Understand this thought here. I’m noticing more and more lately that guys have a tendency to make funny noises when they have nothing to say. I.e. &lt;em&gt;Buguly bugly boo &lt;/em&gt;&amp; &lt;em&gt;chabawallah&lt;/em&gt;… (said with an Israeli accent) now of all the insanity I can think of. I still don’t know why the hell they do that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a purpose? Does it mean something? &lt;br /&gt;My synopsis: &lt;br /&gt;No. that’s the answer. No, it means nothing. They seem to do it to fill the void of silence. Are they afraid to think? Oh no if it’s silent in the room sh*t, I may have to focus on what’s in my head.  ::shaking my head..:: Nebach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys. Get over it. Are you really that scared to process a thought?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. I don’t get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note:&lt;br /&gt;I’m cutting this short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. To be continued. . . . . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113347582124304879?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113347582124304879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113347582124304879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113347582124304879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113347582124304879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/12/say-whah.html' title='Say whah?'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113206488440923690</id><published>2005-11-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T07:28:04.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outrage for Earl Krugel</title><content type='html'>does anyone remember Irv Rubin? A few years a go he was put in prison because the government was looking for jewish terrorsts even though there are none. (So they would look even among the muslim communities..) They set up Irv Rubin and said he was planning to bomb a mosque etc. then mysteriously he is killed in jail and it is called a suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i found this out. The Jewish Press has a little article about Earl Krugel who was arrested with Irv Rubin and was also just murdered in jail... as quoted from a friend.)"I am outraged and disgusted. It is no surprise that this doesnt even make the news. Hashem yikom domam Nekama al Aravim and whoever took part in this disgusting cover up murder"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.earlkrugel.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113206488440923690?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113206488440923690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113206488440923690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113206488440923690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113206488440923690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/11/outrage-for-earl-krugel.html' title='Outrage for Earl Krugel'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113199406752405587</id><published>2005-11-14T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:02:18.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free flight by wendys</title><content type='html'>I'm not even kidding a tiny bit. Where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wendys.com/w-1-0.shtml"&gt;Wendy's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.airtran.com/Home.aspx"&gt;Air Tran &lt;/a&gt; have an offer advertised for a free flight in the USA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is buy 64 (specially marked) 20 oz drinks from Wendy's send them the cups to Air train and whala &lt;br /&gt;so your cost is 64 drinks, and postage. not a bad deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously there's more details check out the crazy shtick  &lt;a href="http://www.airtran.com/wendys_offer.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows that for a crazy advertising gimmik?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113199406752405587?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113199406752405587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113199406752405587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113199406752405587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113199406752405587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/11/free-flight-by-wendys.html' title='Free flight by wendys'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113155641802940584</id><published>2005-11-09T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:13:38.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be.. Or Not To Be..</title><content type='html'>A B*tch… &lt;br /&gt;So that’s my question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some thoughts I was having. It’s nothing too interesting, so if you don’t normally read here. You might not want to start with this piece :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have issues. I'm a generally very friendly person. Okay so sometimes I come off as a bit intimidating and scary at first. But once you get to know me. I'm really a chilled out hippie at heart. (And starting to look like it on the outside.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not the point: I think my point is. I don’t know how to handle some people. Specifically the selfish kind who always focus on themselves. It doesn’t matter who they step on, on the way up as long as they have their own back covered… its all good.&lt;br /&gt;I write them off automatically. It’s like first nature. I don’t know why I do it. Maybe it’s a recurring thing from my childhood and I’m sure a shrink would blame my father. But I'm not choosing to go down that route. I want to deal with it. I want to not roll my eyes when someone I don’t like is speaking especially when they talk sh*t. I want to be able to react like anyone else would in stead of cutting them down to size. It just irritates me. I feel like when you don’t like something about someone else it’s always a reflection of something you don’t like about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;does this mean I'm a selfish person who talks a lot of smack who people find hard to communicate to and oy... what am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always prided myself on trying to be a kind honest person who people can relate to and come to if they need something.. my door is always open and I always answer my phone if I'm needed. So why would I have such a hard time with this person??&lt;br /&gt;oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113155641802940584?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113155641802940584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113155641802940584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113155641802940584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113155641802940584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To Be.. Or Not To Be..'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113146121841042599</id><published>2005-11-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:18:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDEN PALACE BUYS A STREET IN LAKEWOOD!!</title><content type='html'>okay, so its just the name of the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Place Casino is at it again. But now they found a whole new market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren’t aware of who &lt;a href="http://goldenpalaceevents.com/video/"&gt;Golden place casino&lt;/a&gt; they have some Crazy advertising shtick. You should check it out. From tattooing bodies, to buying babies names… now. They have a street in Lakewood!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out auction &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=5630822472"&gt;ebay, lakewood street name.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113146121841042599?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113146121841042599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113146121841042599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113146121841042599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113146121841042599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/11/golden-palace-buys-street-in-lakewood.html' title='GOLDEN PALACE BUYS A STREET IN LAKEWOOD!!'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113140015024520721</id><published>2005-11-07T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:49:10.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverted Products???</title><content type='html'>I'm sure its only what you make of it. But I"m not even kidding. My boss uses this stuff. &lt;a href="http://blowoff.com/"&gt;Cleaning Products&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113140015024520721?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113140015024520721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113140015024520721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113140015024520721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113140015024520721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/11/perverted-products.html' title='Perverted Products???'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113097151580703389</id><published>2005-11-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:45:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matisyahu &amp; MTVU</title><content type='html'>Thats right, Tonight I'm running to the city after work for the &lt;a href="http://www.mtvu.com/music/woodie_awards/2005/"&gt;MTVU Woodie Awards&lt;/a&gt; where Matisyahu was nominated for two award.. Fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out some cool interviews with Matisyahu &lt;a href="http://www.mtvu.com/music/backstage_pass/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113097151580703389?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113097151580703389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113097151580703389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113097151580703389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113097151580703389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/11/matisyahu-mtvu.html' title='Matisyahu &amp; MTVU'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113089274692497716</id><published>2005-11-01T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:52:26.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Smicha program starting in Jerusalem</title><content type='html'>Could you please forward this email to anyone who might be interested in gaining Smicha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this and thought I would pass it on..&lt;br /&gt;Now i dont really know who comes here. But if you happen to see this and know someone who would be interested. tell them, and feel free to copy and paste this to your blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smicha (Rabinic Ordination) in little over a year. &lt;br /&gt;New Free course beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:00 to 8:00 PM &lt;br /&gt;Day: Every Tuesday night &lt;br /&gt;Place: 99 Rehov Beit Vegan, Second Flooor, Jerusalem &lt;br /&gt;Language: Hebrew &lt;br /&gt;Cost: Free &lt;br /&gt;Course Duration: Approx. 1 1/4 years &lt;br /&gt;Instructor: Rabbi Raphael Sadin &lt;br /&gt;Students: Orthodox, male &lt;br /&gt;Subject Matter: Malicha, Basar V'Chalav, Tarrouvos &lt;br /&gt;Notes: Free summarization sheets for each lesson. See the website below. &lt;br /&gt;Wdbsite: http://www.shemayisrael.com/orgs/darchei/sadin/index.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113089274692497716?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113089274692497716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113089274692497716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113089274692497716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113089274692497716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/11/free-smicha-program-starting-in.html' title='Free Smicha program starting in Jerusalem'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113089304101913689</id><published>2005-11-01T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:57:21.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International Underwear...</title><content type='html'>So this is a little weird but really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, Have you ever looked at the label on your Victoria secrets? They seem to be made all over the world... From Pakistan, Greece and Israel. Some days I research the (Label) country of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113089304101913689?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113089304101913689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113089304101913689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113089304101913689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113089304101913689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/11/international-underwear.html' title='International Underwear...'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113079602545720142</id><published>2005-10-31T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:00:25.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROTEST TUESDAY AGAINST IRAN IN NYC</title><content type='html'>NYC Protest Against Iran &lt;br /&gt;23:00 Oct 31, '05 / 28 Tishrei 5766 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IsraelNN.com) A busload of High School students, alarmed by Iranian President Ahmadinejad’s repeated, public threats a week ago to annihilate Israel, will demonstrate at the Iranian mission to the United Nations on Tuesday, November 1st, at 5:30PM. The mission is at 622 Third Avenue, at 40th Street, in Manhattan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students are from the Frisch Yeshiva High School. They stated: “We have learned that Hitler wasn’t taken seriously when he declared for years that he’d wipe out the Jews. In so many cases since then, from Rwanda to Darfur, threats of extermination weren’t heeded – until they occurred.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the Frisch students, scores of other students and Jewish activists will be demonstrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now is the time for the world to wake up to the threat of Iran. Now is the time for the world to condemn Iran and stop mass murder before it’s too late,” stated Rabbi Avi Weiss, President of AMCHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113079602545720142?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113079602545720142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113079602545720142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113079602545720142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113079602545720142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/10/protest-tuesday-against-iran-in-nyc.html' title='PROTEST TUESDAY AGAINST IRAN IN NYC'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113079437745433715</id><published>2005-10-31T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:35:15.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holloween's been canceled</title><content type='html'>MAPPY MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t it suck to live in S. Florida right now? You can’t walk to the Conner with out someone to rob and beat you for ice, and kids should be out asking for candy... I don’t think so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember. We kept the candles burning for Simchas Torah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/13040083.htm"&gt;holloween story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay cant find the simchas torah one google it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113079437745433715?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113079437745433715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113079437745433715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113079437745433715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113079437745433715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/10/holloweens-been-canceled.html' title='Holloween&apos;s been canceled'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-113077335723402213</id><published>2005-10-31T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:49:17.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabbalah Center Strikes Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kabbalah guru arrested for fraud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police arrest Sunday Shaul Youdkevitch, head of Kabbalah Center in Israel, on suspicion he extracted money from cancer patient, convinced her donations will make her recover from illness &lt;br /&gt;Avi Cohen &lt;a href="http://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-3161625,00.html"&gt;Story Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barach Hashem.... Can the Bergs be next? Maybe now they'll stop exploiting it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-113077335723402213?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/113077335723402213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=113077335723402213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113077335723402213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/113077335723402213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/10/kabbalah-center-strikes-out.html' title='Kabbalah Center Strikes Out'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-112983185480735193</id><published>2005-10-20T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:10:54.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks &amp; Stones at the Kotel. A letter from a Soldier</title><content type='html'>This is being passed on. &lt;br /&gt;Its a letter by a young man from toronto, currently serving in the green uniform as a volunteer. serving and undergoing training a to out home land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from his keyboard to the minds of all jews everywhere, amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B"H &lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am a soldier of the Nachal Charedi brigade; and I would like to share something very important with you. This past Friday I went to the place I love to go most, the Kotel. Upon my arrival a very disturbing thing welcomed me. The Israeli general who was in charge of the withdrawal went to the Kotel for davaning, when he got there people surrounded him and began to push him; the police came to his help and brought him to the back and put him in the security building. the building was surrounded by people pushing and shouting. After a few minutes more police got there and I saw a fight break out and the withdrew their sticks and the last I saw, one officer struck a young man with his stick. Something inside of me snapped, the pain was to much to bare. So I ran to the wall and wept like a little child for a little while when I stoped crying I turned to look back, and there was a settler Jew who said to me "achi nirali sheyaish yehudi shetzarich chibuck" (brother it seams to me that there is a Jew who needs a hug) and he embraced me and we cried together and he told me he feels my pain and that I have to be strong. Afterwords I looked at him thought to myself how this is the reason why we will come out strong and overcome our challenges cause of people like him! I than wished him good Shabbos and left the Kotel, my mind however was so mixed up I felt so many things at the same time, i felt torn at the sight of grown religious men who one second are praying to g=d and the next second acting like a bunch of animals to A JEW going to pray to the exact same g=d as them. I felt angry of the sight of a Jew hitting another Jew, how could people let the anger fuel inside of them? It was such a terrible thing that Gush Qatif was given away I think if g=d decided to let that happen maybe it was a message to us, surely not a message of hate your fellow Jew, i just don't think that's what he wanted. Anyways I continued on out of the Kotel and I felt the need for some wise advice from someone so I went to the house of this rabbi I know in the old city. When I got to his house I couldn't bring myself to go in and ruin his meal so I left, five minutes later as i was walking up the steps by the Rova who do I bump into? This Rabbi whose house i went to earlier, I saw him and broke down and asked him why people are so silly as to let this happen to further separate the Jewish nation? What was the purpose of them acting like that? It just fuels both sides anger and continues the endless cycle of hate and "sinus chinum" that will never end until we break this cycle. He told me that the people were feeling allot of anger about the whole withdrawal and instead of pointing the finger at ourselves we point it at this general and that prime minister, because it is allot easier than pointing at ourselves and saying maybe there is something we need to do to strengthen this nation maybe our love for a fellow Jew is not strong enough! The point of this letter basically is to let you all in a little secret; we aren't getting any-were with this hate, the gift of this state of Israel is the biggest present g=d has given us since the second bet hamikdash! and instead of taking advantage of that we are turning our heads and not doing enough to love your fellow Jew, every Jew. because when we are all separated we are weak and we need to unite every Jew and accept then with open arms be he or her chasidik, misnagid, dati, chiloni, punk rock star. Open your eyes and see how this cycle of hatred only setts us back, let us all stand up and break share the beauty g=d has given us so we can unite one strong nation and ultimately bring the meshiach to a world filled with love! I know it sounds ridiculous that we can make a difference but we can one Jew at a time. &lt;br /&gt;So please share this with as many people as you can with this letter or with your own words, let people know that they can make a difference, share the wealth! &lt;br /&gt;Shana tova umetuka! happy blessed new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-112983185480735193?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/112983185480735193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=112983185480735193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/112983185480735193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/112983185480735193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/10/sticks-stones-at-kotel-letter-from.html' title='Sticks &amp; Stones at the Kotel. A letter from a Soldier'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-112930751536693947</id><published>2005-10-14T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:34:58.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip-flops disrespectful… I think not.</title><content type='html'>I can’t imagine this is so bad. That we’re so relaxed to wear flip flops in the White House It just shows that we’re evolving in some sort of way. Being more comfortable with our government it’s not like it’s a Synagogue or church. Hey it’s better than naked protests on the lawn on the White House… Isn’t that what our parents were doing? Those Chicks looks cute in there little sun dresses. Hey, give us a break it was a hot summer. &lt;br /&gt; Maybe it’s a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re not our parents. We're the new generation of Americans, were young, chilled and laid back. There's change in the wind.. sue us… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://articles.news.aol.com/news/article.adp?id=20051014033609990003&amp;ncid=NWS00010000000001"&gt;Story here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-112930751536693947?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/112930751536693947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=112930751536693947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/112930751536693947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/112930751536693947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/10/flip-flops-disrespectful-i-think-not.html' title='Flip-flops disrespectful… I think not.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-112913056081719506</id><published>2005-10-12T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:24:16.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections from an empty mind.</title><content type='html'>So, once again it’s Yom Kippur. A time of atonement, a time to reflect figure out what I’m doing, why, and where to go from here on in… How can I fix my wrongs to better myself, make it all alright. For I am a soldier in the army of Hashem a servant unto him. The holy of holy is our G-d and master of the universe. Allowing me to continue on in the great world of his in such a severe time in the universe. With earth quakes, hurricanes, tsunamis, mudslides, floods ravaging. And yet I am still here. Whole, and unharmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Hashem for letting me continue on another day. Thank you for making me aware that I do serve a function here and now. Perhaps if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-112913056081719506?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/112913056081719506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=112913056081719506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/112913056081719506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/112913056081719506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/10/reflections-from-empty-mind.html' title='Reflections from an empty mind.'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816786.post-112863174838965581</id><published>2005-10-06T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T13:49:08.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shidduch Shtick</title><content type='html'>Still dealign with writers block. But for now you can enjoy this. &lt;br /&gt;TOO Freakin funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3558048916514295437&amp;q=shidduch"&gt;Shidduch Whaha?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some randome music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shana Tova, Kisses. Dindel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12816786-112863174838965581?l=paininthetuches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/feeds/112863174838965581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12816786&amp;postID=112863174838965581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/112863174838965581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12816786/posts/default/112863174838965581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paininthetuches.blogspot.com/2005/10/shidduch-shtick.html' title='Shidduch Shtick'/><author><name>Dindel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15133718838525028283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/751/858/320/22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
