Ha!Aretz

It's been surprisingly difficult to blog from Israel this time. I'm writing from Jerusalem, having participated in the ROI120 2008 Summit with 119 other talented Jewish innovators from around the world. More on the conference and travels when I return, but in the meantime, here is a funny article from Haaretz.com about the ROI120 Technology track I was in. My favorite quote:

The online animation that computer consultant-turned-cartoonist William Levine from Brooklyn put on for the group featured a computerized 50 Cents saying Chag Sameach - followed by a lewd obscenity.

Read the rest of the article, Getting Google to work for us, by Cnaan Liphshiz.

Israel or Bust

PresenTense founder Ariel Beery, Jewster founder Aryeh Goldsmith, and ROI121 founder Meir Taub

Today I'm leaving for Israel for two weeks, where I'll not only be attending the ROI120 2008 Summit in Jerusalem, but also traveling with my three good buddies, Ariel, Aryeh, and Meir. Ariel has moved to Jerusalem to devote his time to his PresenTense Institute, and will be meeting up with the rest of us in Tel Aviv for shabbat this weekend. After that, Aryeh and I will be attending the ROI120 conferences in Jerusalem, but that isn't stopping Meir from joining in on the action, and sharing his first time in Israel with us! You can spot Meir proudly wearing his ROI121 tee-shirt ... or his FROI shirt, depending on what kind of mood he's in.

And if you happen to be in Tel Aviv on June 18th, ROI is hosting a party, open to our friends and family, so come to the Gordo Pub in Tel Aviv at 121 Hayarkon Street around 9:30pm to join in the fun.

London Blog

I think that's Baby Spice crossing the street behind me in the West End theatre district of London
After eleven days in Canada, I returned home for just one night before repacking and heading straight back to Newark International Airport, this time for a ten day business trip in London. I'm helping my longtime friend (and occasional Simon Cowell voice impersonator) Paul Barnett with a a marketing research project for his company, Now What Research. I'm not doing any cartooning on this trip. Instead, I'm helping with the technology end with a product so cutting edge that I'm not at liberty to discuss it here ... seriously!

Fellow blogger and Now What Researcher Esther K. and I in a large tube-like underground transportation system that simply I cannot remember the name of
I'm also traveling with friends and co-bloggers Esther K., who is here with me in London, and Paul Berger, doing research in his hometown of Leeds. When I'm not doing tech support, I'm accompanying Esther on research interviews throughout the city.

My relatives across the pond, Ida and Dave Lawrence
So far the trip has been a fantastic experience, helping my old friend and his team of writers with a revolutionary marketing research project. And, as an added bonus, I got to visit my relatives, Ida and Dave Lawrence, and spent shabbat with them in their home in Snaresbrook in north-east London. Ida's mom was my bubbi's first cousin, and left Poland to live in the UK in 1914. Ida lost contact with the rest of the family until around 1994, when she finally found us in New Jersey. More on the story of our family reunion in a future post.

My mate Paul Barnett and I, out for dinner
We have three more days of work, and then I'm back in Brooklyn on June 6. And for friends of Shabot, thanks for being patient, the weekly comic strips will return when I do.

11 Days B.C.

Lake Louise, Alberta
I've just returned from eleven days in British Columbia and Alberta, Canada, driving between Vancouver, Edmonton, and Calgary. No time to get into the trip details right now, as I am tired from traveling, and will be leaving home again today for another 10 days in London.

So until I return, enjoy these photos!

Dinner in Vancouver with fellow LUN leader Elias Parker (middle) and his friends, travel partner Ernie on the left, and me on the right
Jewish Robot gives a Jasper bear hug
The view of Calgary City Centre from our hotel room
Tagged caribou on the side of the road through Jasper
Bison in Elk Island National Park
"Hayburger!" I got out of the car to snap this perfectly mocking "Hey, Bison Burger!" photo
Here's that same Hayburger Bison rolling over, getting ready to charge me after I encroached on his territory! Click to see a larger version, and you will actually see the rage in his eyes!

Oy Canada

I am heading out to Vancouver today for 11 days of vacation in British Columbia, Canada with my old college roommate Ernie. Cartoons and blog posts may be put on hold for the next two weeks, but check back soon for updates and photos from the trip.

Have a festive Shavu'ot, and ShaBot Shalom!

-- The Jewish Robot

Best of All, the Festival

Misha the Frum Mouse meets the Jewish Robot
I arrived home in Brooklyn on Tuesday after spending a fun filled weekend participating in the Jewlicious at the Beach 3.0 festival, co-hosted by Beach Hillel in Long Beach, CA. The festival was well attended, with about 400 Jewish students all converging in the Alpert JCC for shabbat meals, wine tasting, music, arts and crafts, concerts, seminars, and open music jams.

I was honored to have been invited to conduct a "JewTube" seminar, about Jewish influence in online marketing and viral videos. Joining me in the discussion was fellow Jew-world song writer and comedic entertainer Eric Schwartz, a.k.a. Smooth E, who had given a hilarious live performance in the music festival the night before. We talked about our involvement in the niche Jewish online market, and even got into deeper philosophical issues, asking questions like "Is Judaism becoming too trendy?" and "Do these funny Jewish viral videos negatively affect the way people view Judaism?" (I hope not, because I'm trying to make a business out of it.)

Rabbi Yonah calls everyone into the concert
Comedian and fellow songwriter Eric Schwartz, a.k.a. Smooth E, honors the Jewish Robot with his own robot impression
Straight outta' Brooklyn, Rav Shmuel performs his hit song, Protocols
Sweet young Festival goers, Andrea and Flora, flanked by two guys whose names I can't remember if I ever knew
The haunting music of Israeli Grammy award-winning musician, my second surprise
After four days of festival, Heeb Magazine contributor and hardcore New Yorker David Kelsey was not nearly as enthusiastic as I was about finally getting to the beach in Santa Monica, for fear he might spontaneously combust in the sunlight (his clothes are SPF 1,000).
It was nice to see so many young Jewish adults come together and become friends, and I'm looking forward to participating in future events. Thanks again to the Jewlicious crew and especially Rabbi Yonah!

Jewish Robot at the Beach

Yesterday I arrived in Long Beach, California for the Jewlicious at the Beach Festivals, where I, along with many of my colleagues, will be speaking in salons and panels about being Jews in new media (I think ... I'm still not sure what I'll be talking about). As with my trips to Israel, once again I am traveling and rooming with fellow J-blogger and friend, Aryeh G. The good Rabbi Yonah Bookstein of Beach Hillel, founder and organizer for the event, arranged our flight and lodging and food and local transportation, and we are already indebted to his generosity. That's why Aryeh and I were more than willing to help decorate the JCC into the night.

Aryeh at the airport
Jewish Robot, having a ball
Aryeh helps make the JCC look nice, just by standing there
Blogging from the Alpert Jewish Community Center of Long Beach, where I got to blow the dust off my old Macboy skills and set up the Macintosh iMacs for the registration center.

More news and photos after the weekend, ShaBot Shalom!

Diasporrhea

PresenTense Israel and the Diaspora Salon participants (and non-participants) ck, Mystery Girl, Lindsay, Aryeh G, Laya M, Esther K, Josh Frankel, and me
You may have noticed a missing comic strip and lack of blog posts in the last few days. That's because I'm finally back in Brooklyn, and after three weeks abroad, I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things. Aside from taking a lot of photographs and fond memories back with me, I also brought along something else: a fantastic case of TD. I'm not sure when I contracted the bug, or which microorganism is suddenly making life in the bathroom such a colorful experience, but after a feverish 12-hour ride home and six days in the can, it became serious enough to visit the doctor, who, after providing a very thorough examination, has put me on two powerful antibiotics. They seem to be doing the job, as I am able to type this post in one sitting.

During my last few days in Jerusalem, I had the pleasure of attending a PresenTense Magazine salon about Israel and the Diaspora. Believe it or not, we finally came up with definitive, absolute answers to all the big questions, such as "Who is a Jew?", and "What is the Diaspora's role concerning Israel?" But the fellow who took all the notes for the discussion got drunk on pomegranate wine, stumbled into the Christian Quarter of the Old City, and was never to be seen again.

Speaking of the Old City, I also got a wonderful tour of the Muslim Quarter by my knowledgable friend, Aharaon Horwitz, who knew all the nooks and crannies of that daunting neighborhood.

Aharon, my guy did tour
On my last night in Jerusalem Aryeh and I met up with notorious Mobius for dinner. I had the Jerusalem Mix, which, after having been introduced to Jerusalem life, may have been the point when Jersualem life was literally introduced into me.

Jewish Robot, Mobius, and Aryeh in Jerusalem
Israel was the trip of my life, but I'm happy to be back, and looking forward to getting back into business and making this the Year of the Cartoon.

Coming soon, cartoons!

Tzfat Chance

The city of Tzfat
When I was in Israel in the summer, we missed out on going to Tzfat, as the city was being hit by Katyusha rockets while we were driving there! So it was a fortuitous occasion when Lindsay invited me and my freewheeling ROI120 friend, Aaron Small, to come up with her to the Livnot campus in Tzfat for a night. We took the bus up from Jerusalem for a beautiful scenic drive, and got to hang out with the young Livnot participants for the next twenty-four hours. They were an enthusiastic bunch who treated us like one of the family. Our temporary home was The Cave, and there we dwelled as cavemen, awaiting our hiking adventure and other cave-manly things.

Wipe that graffiti of the Moshiach NOW!
Ghostly tree in the Tzfat cemetery
Picking fresh oranges is no Small task
After our overnight stay in Tzfat, we hitched a ride with the Livnot group back to Jerusalem. Along the way we stopped at a kibbutz where we were treated to fresh dates and raisins, and a sunset view that was simply breathtaking. I would like to thank Lindsay and the entire Livnot 184 group for making us feel so welcome, and feeding us, and housing us, and chafufeuring us, and massaging us, and cleaning our socks and underwear.

The kibbutz on the way home
Guitarist Pesach sings to the Livnot group at sunset

Aryeh: A Lesson

K'far Giladi Guest House roomies Aryeh, Elias #2, and the Jewish Robot
Leading Up North is also the second trip that I roomed with J-webmaster extraordinaire, Aryeh Goldsmith, known for his J-domain domination, matched only by his prowess with the J-ladies.

At times it felt like Aryeh and I were a real-life enactment of my Shabot 6000 series: two blokes with different Jewish upbringings and levels of observance, living together as roommates and somehow finding a harmonious balance of spirituality and religion. If you are familiar with my characters, Shabot and Moti (yes, he has a name!), then you know their dynamic involves a recurring role-reversal in which irreverant robot and pious man exhibit each other's expected behavior. Such has been the case with me and Aryeh, an experience which has already served fodder for many a future Shabot comic strip.

Mr. and Mrs. Goldsmith, you've raised a fine boy!

Leaving Up North

A picturesque Metula (photo by Elias #2)
January 4, 2007 was the tenth and last day of our Leading Up North trip. As we left the K'far Giladi Guest House for the last time, some of us heading back home, others staying in Israel for more traveling, I reflected on my personal experience over the last 10 days, and came to a simple conclusion: Leading Up North was the best trip I have ever been on! Every detail, from our balcony view of our hotel (pictured left) to the new friends I got to know and the old friends I got to know better, fills me with happiness.

JR flanked by NYC friends Esther K. and Michelle Citrin
Handywomen Sarah and Melissa of JCS
When I came to Israel in the summer of 2006 for the ROI120 conference, I didn't have a chance to visit the north because the sky was falling. So for me, LUN marks the continuation of a journey that was cut short by unfortunate circumstances. It is ironic that those unfortunate circumstances were the very reason I was able to return to this wonderful country. But I'm not complaining.

I'd like to thank Lynn Schusterman of the Charles and Lynn Schusterman Family Foundation for making Leading Up North possible. They gave us the greatest gift ever, which is the ability to give a gift to someone else.

Coming soon, my impromptu trip to Tzfat with Livnot Lindsay and Urban Eskimo Aaron Small

Tzfat travel partner Aaron "Flicker" Small

Festival B'Shekel

Pro stilt walker and juggler rides his baby elephant
January 3, 2007: After a day of celebration and seed sowing, we stopped back at the school where we had learned our street performance skills to entertain the children. I dressed as a gypsy snake charmer (pictured left) and played my recorder flute as Citrin popped out of her Basket of Mystery, catching passers-by off guard to give the kids a thrill. Instead of a snake, we improvised with a plush puppy doll. You'd think that wouldn't be scary, but you'd be surprised to see how many kids crapped their pants when Michelle jumped out and shouted, "Boker Tov!"

If more clowns were like JCS's Sarah G., I'd surely overcome my coulrophobia
After enough kids had crapped their pants, we headed over to the hanger for the Festival B'Shekel. The empty hanger offered the perfect venue, accommodating a few thousand audience members, street performers (including my roommie Aryeh, who I've nicknamed "Boycan" ... as in "Boycan Juggle", see photo left), food vendors, merchants, and a large stage for the musical performances. Participating in the festival was a wonderful way to end our ten-day Leading Up North experience.

Michelle Citrin takes to the stage like a [insert witty analogy here ... I'm too tired to think right now]
Either the band was singing about shoes, or this is the Israeli equivalent of concert-goers holding up lighters aflame

Sow what?

Saucy Aussie Dave B. shows his J-pride

On January 3, 2007, we started our last day of Leading Up North with a convergence of all 500 white sweatshirted LUN participants, including Hillel, JCS, and ROI/Kivun/Charlies, filling an auditorium with cheer and enthusiasm (and one exhausted Jewish Robot). After the celebration, we were all bussed to Qiryat Shemona where we queued in droves to plant saplings on the mountainside. The celebration continued with speeches from the mayor, thanks from LUN sponser Lynn Schusterman, music and dancing.

The most LUN-impressive queue of participants ascend the mountainside
Treesome Sarah and Melissa of JCS and the Jewish Robot came down the hill, taking a break from sowing seed for the Jewish cause
I found this soft plump beetle in the pre-dug hole I planted my tree in. Can anyone identify it?
Coming next, Festival B'Shekel ...

Carnies in Training

Nothing sadder than an unshaven Jewish Robot clown
After cutting down some charred conifers on our second to last day Up North, our ROI/Kivun/Charlie LUN group were taken to an elementary school where we were met by a team of professional clowns (really, they were quite serious) who trained us in the art of street performance so we could participate in the Festival B'Shekel concert. We were divided into groups of stilt-walkers and jugglers (see Aryeh's amazing juggling video, pictured left), street mimes, drummers, costume designers, and set designers. I took to the stilts like a short jew in the ultimate platform shoes, but after considering the likelihood of rambunctions Israeli kids trying to knock me down to their level, I went with the clowning.

Michelle in the can (photo by Esther K.)
Beery appears to be using a small child's head as a drum (another photo from Esther K.)
After a day of carnival training, we went to dinner for a round of rousing, self-congratulatory speeches. We left full of food, beer, and ourselves.

Jewster webmaster Aryeh demonstrates how the bottom feeders feed ... and I'm not talking about his prolific j-cybersquatting

If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a difference?

No bush is safe in the path of young Aussie trailblazer Dave Burnett
After bird watching in the morning, we headed to an area of woodland where the trees had been burned by Katyusha rockets during the 2006 Israel-Lebanon conflict. Our job was to cut down all the charred pine trees, which are not native to the area, so that the hillside could be cleared and prepared for forestation. We were all given small hacksaws, fine for the small brush, but hardly adequate for the larger trees. It took me, Loren, and Aryeh about a half hour to cut down one tree with a mere six-inch diamter! Looking back on this service, I realize just how impractical it was to do the job without a chainsaw, but as with most of the Leading Up North initiative, our show of support counted more than any quantifiable result. I think it took our team of 40 about two hours to cut down a dozen small trees. Hardly a dent in the forest, our blood, sweat and tears (I cried when Aryeh continuously demonstrated the "effect of wind on trees") will clear the way for saplings of emotional and spiritual support from the diaspora.

We came, we sawed, we conquered. (L to R) Loren, JR, and Aryeh
Proof that tree nymphs do exist! Photo of Citrin by Esther K.
Anyone else think Saratovsky, a.k.a. Elias #2, is a dead ringer for Jimmy Fallon?
TREES DOWN!

Later this day, we become carnies! ...

Heron Now

WTF (What The Flock)!? Heron migrate by the thousands to Huleh Valley
After a late night of celebration with the Leading Up North team, we eased into the New Year with a tour of Hulah Valley, an agricultural region in northern Israel known for its wetlands and nature reserve where a bounty of bird species can be observed. Our friendly tour guide (pictured left) took us on a relaxing caravan ride through the swamps, where we witnessed the migration of thousands upon thousands of crane. It is hard to tell from the photo, but it really was an amazing sight, as these birds with six-foot wingspans flocked around us, taking off in massive waves of grey as they became startled.

It reminds me of a movie about birds by Alfred Hitchcock, but I can't remember the name. (Photo by Elias #2)
When I think of Israel, I usually think "desert". Swampland was quite unexpected.
JR, Ariel, and Dave B. throw rocks at the heron. They're easy to hit, they're so big! (Photo by Esther K.)
The coypu, or nutria, is a native rodent species found in the wetlands
We never let our guard join in any crane-peer games
Later this day, LUN cuts down burned trees ...

Leading in the New Year

Right back at you, youngest ROI120 LUN participant, Aussie Dave Burnett
The K'far Giladi Guest House were kind enough to host a New Year's Eve party for the ROI/Kivun/Charlie and JCS LUN gang right in the hotel. Drinks flowed, the DJ spun all the popular tunes the kids like these days, and everyone had a great time. It may sound strange, but this may be the first New Year's Eve party I've ever been to where everyone was happy! There were no fights, no out-of-control drunks, no one getting sick, and no inappropriately excessive public displays of affection on the dance floor. Everyone in our group was partying not just for the New Year, but for a sense of accomplishment we all shared just six days into our Leading Up North initiative. I am fortunate to have been a part of this wonderful experience.

Where was I for this sweet group photo? I spy Beery, Joel, Aryeh, Dave B, EV, Caroline, Joelle, Gal, Esther K, Alon, Michelle Citrin, Kronick, and Sydney (photo by Elias #2)
The Jewish Robot, Michelle Citrin, and Ariel Beery boogie until the break of dawn (well, more like 1AM IST for the Bot, I was so tired)
Aussie Dave is quite used to women converging on his position (photo by Elias #2)
My K'far Giladi roommate and stealth funnyman, Elias #2, and fellow Park Sloper Michelle Citrin
Wishing you all peace and prosperity in 2007!

-- The Jewish Robot

Last Call for Paint-a-Wall

Kivun participant Joelle's ladybugs say "Follow me" to my tempted turtle
Sunday December 31 was our third and last day for painting bomb shelters. Here are some of my team's creations.

LUN organizer Gabby's cute caterpillar represents the metamorphosis of these bomb shelters, transforming drab larva-like dungeons into beautiful butterfly-like bungalows. Or moth-like.
Team member Sam Chester suggested we try a Super Mario World theme. No one else stuck to the plan, including Sam, but I figured it would be cool to portray a Super Mario-esque brick portal into another dimension. The peeking frog was an afterthought.

It's my brick ... house
The purple door on the left slides over the brick painting to reveal the bathroom, so hopefully it will be a fun surprise during the next deadly attack on the city.

The quick brown fox surrounded by lazy, hungry dogs
Photos from New Year's Eve 2007 at K'far Giladi coming soon ...

Tiberias and Elias

(L to R) Coby, Jason, Jewish Robot, Noah, and Isaac at a waterfront bar in Tiberias
After shabbat (December 30th), the Leading Up North group spent an evening in Tiberias. The last time I was in Tiberias in the summer, they were hit with Katyushas the next day, so it was good to return to this lively city under safer circumstances.

On the bus ride to Tiberias, our LUN group leader and ROI120 participant, Elias Parker, played a CD compilation of inspirational songs that we submitted before the trip. We were asked to come to the front of the bus when our song was played so we could introduce the music and explain why we found it inspirational. When it came to my song, "Hero" by Chad Kroeger, Elias announced a disclaimer stating that he hated the song and he wished it was not on the CD, and that he was embarrassed that Kroeger was a fellow Canadian. I couldn't bring myself to claim the song as my inspirational choice after an introduction like that, so I just sat quietly. When we got off the bus, Elias grinned sheepishly and apologized for having trashed my song. I told him not to worry, and that the reason I had chosen Hero was because it was the favorite song of my younger firefighter brother who perished in the September 11 attack on New York City. I could see Elias starting to sweat, so I didn't let him suffer too long before I confessed I was just bullshitting him.

This story does have a happy ending: To make it up to me, Elias treated us to an exclusive airing of Hero on our bus ride to the airport the following week. And everyone on board sang along.

Daniel jumps, despite the skull and crossbones warning him not to.
Back at the hotel, the Jewish Robot conspires with Isaac "BangItOut" Galena

ShaBot Shalom!

Me and my Shabbos Bread Baby ... But who is the mother?
Not only does today mark the birth of my sweet Bread Baby, but I was also able to conceive my first ShaBot comic strip made in Israel. More photos from the Leading Up North trip coming soon.

Shabbat Shalom from Jerusalem!

— The Jewish Robot

Photo by surrogate father Aryeh Goldsmith

South of the Border

Security fence at the Lebanon border of Metula
After painting bomb shelters on LUN Day 3, we were taken to the Lebanon border to get an idea of how close Metula was to the action. Really just a stone's throw away.

Me and LUN photojournalist EV at the border
Our ruggedly handsome security guard keeping himself occupied by kicking pebbles

Shelter Life

Bomb shelters, unwelcoming on the outside
Day 2 of our Leading Up North community service was all about painting more bomb shelters. After breakfast, we divided into new teams on the bus and got dropped off at various locations to do our work. This time we were all feeling more confident with the job, so many people abanonded their generic stencil templates to paint their own visions. Here are a few from my shelter:

Sam and his unusual but festive creation, (I think it is an alligator wearing yellow sunglasses, and vomiting)
My dragon-gator asks, "Who wants a hug?" as he points to the closest bunk bed
Fellow paint crew members were concerned that a rat would be too scary for children who might use the bomb shelter, but I proved them wrong ... I hope.
This was the darkest and scariest alcove in the shelfter, just below the staircase. It needed some love, so I painted a teddy bear. Gal gave him balloons.

Little fellows I painted at the heads of two bunk beds
Tzvi and his bee
After a few hours of painting, we converged in a great lawn for lunch, and to meet Andy, the woman who conceived of the bomb shelter painting program. She came up with the idea during the 2006 Israel-Lebanon conflict, when she found herself and her children in depressing surroundings as they waited out the war in a shelter. After seeking government assistance with a painting program, but to no avail, the artist took it upon herself to paint shelters with her kids. Just a few colors and designs made a world of difference ... Her kids couldn't wait to go back into the shelters to play!

Painting the bomb shelters was Andy's idea

We Paint

Super Aryeo Bros (Aryeh Goldsmith, Ariel Beery, and Aaron Small)
Day 2 of our Leading Up North trip started at the crack of dawn with breakfast at the K'far Giladi Guest House (a surprisingly lavish hotel with all the amenities including an olympic size pool, sauna, table tennis, massage therapy, health and fitness spa, and conference rooms, not at all what I expected from a kibbutz), and then off to meet with the Mayor of Metula for an overview of the history of the beautiful northern village. After a bus tour of the area, we stopped by the community center to prepare for our first day of painting bomb shelters. Enrobed in our LUN-supplied Super Mario Bros-esque overalls, we split into small groups and headed out to do our community service.

Big Dave, Gal, and Adina mix paints with our art student mentor
Despite having been given stencils of simple designs, many LUN participants chose to paint outside the lines and decorate the walls with fanciful artwork of our own.

I adorned a small corner of the bomb shelter with ShaBot
A tribute to friend Threebrain's Fling Fling alien
Spiral staircase to our quarters at the K'far Giladi Guest House
But what about the children?! ROI120's Sydney Henning chats with the kids
The evening ended with a return to the community center, where we met with local parents and children for an evening of fun and talent showcase.

More from LUN soon!

LUN Day 1

The Jewish Robot relaxes with a copy of PresenTense Magazine at Newark International Airport
I finally managed to find an Ethernet port in the hotel we are staying at in K'far Giladi, so here's the first set of photos from the Leading Up North trip. The first day is still a blur to me, having lasted over 24 hours with no sleep. We arrived at Newark International Airport at 9:30am on December 26, and landed at Ben Gurion Airport at 7am the next day. Approximately 300 passengers, consisting of members of ROI120, Kivun, and Hillel students were ushered into buses and driven up north to K'far Giladi, where we attended orientation meetings. I'll go into more description in further blog posts, but for now I'm posting photos for my fellow LUN participants' enjoyment.

Aaron "Urban Eskimo" Small sleeps soundly knowing he is near PresenTense's Ariel Beery
Less sun than my last visit to Israel in the summer
Aryeh of TwentyFourSix.com enjoys being pelted in a cool Israeli hailstorm
Music festival at the Crusader Castle in Kibbutz Yechiam
Dancing on zero hours of sleep and over 24 hours of wake

Leading Up North

Today I am leaving once again for Israel, this time with the Center for Leadership initiative, Leading Up North. As a participant in the ROI120 summer conferences, I have been invited to join a group of 500 young Jewish leaders for ten days to do community service in the north cities of Israel that were affected in the 2006 Israel-Lebanon conflict. Projects will include restoring shelters and eco-restoration.

This time I am bringing my laptop, so I should be able to post updates on the ShaBlog more often than last time, as well as some ShaBot comic strips if I have time. I will also be traveling throughout Israel after the Leading Up North initiative for about two weeks, returning to New York on January 16.

And, for your enjoyment, here is a voice message left by my wacky old neighbor, Bob, wishing me a bon voyage in his own special way.

Happy New Year, more in 2007!

The Jewish Robot

Viva Tel Aviv

I am writing from the comfort of my home, safe and sound in Brooklyn.

Graffiti in Jaffa
I spent the last 5 days of my holiday in Israel in Tel Aviv with my buddy Ephraim, who lives within walking distance of many great restaurants, cafés, boutiques, beaches and clubs. Even though the city is about 60 miles from Haifa, where most of the rocket action was taking place, Ephraim told me that the mood was tense, quieter than normal, especially on Saturday night when we hopped from one empty lounge to the next.

Still, there was plenty to do and see, even during a time of war. We took a day to walk to Jaffa, the ancient port city next to Tel Aviv.

Jewish Robot sits and stairs in Jaffa
I ate like a carnivorous king in Israel, and had some of my best meals in Tel Aviv. My favorite restaurant was aptly named Meatos. I think they feed the cows other cows just to give them that double meaty flavor.

Vegetarians are not welcome at Meatos
All sorts of cool creatures came out at night, like big fruit bats and giant cockroaches that put their Brooklyn counterparts to shame. There were also these tank-like Egyptian desert roaches, about the size of a quarter dollar, that scurried around on the sidewalks. If you flipped them onto their backs they had a difficult time rolling back on their feet.

The bugs come out at night
I liked the graffiti art all around Tel Aviv. There was the usual "Meat is Murder" that was also prevalent in Jerusalem. But there were some other, more cryptic messages penned on practically every block, usually in permanent marker. "KNOW HOPE" was a popular tag, about as ubiquitous as de la Vega's chalk art in Manhattan. And there was also the "Imagine Someone's Watching" series, often accompanied by a funky drawing of something I couldn't quite make out. Looks like an astronaut embryo reaching for bubbles ... Anyone got a clue?

Here's another cool one:

"No bears and no forest"
The bear looks happier watching television than he would be in the stupid forest.

Before I left, I got to meet Amit, Ephraim's workout partner and current Mr. Israel (80kg class) bodybuilding champion. The secret to their massive musculature? Meatos!

Ephraim and Amit - here to pump *JEW* up!
Next post: my afternoon with Mr. Dry Bones!

Ramot location

Driving down the west bank of the Kinneret
Our original plan was to go to Tzfat through the weekend, but as we were driving north, we heard that Tzfat had been hit in a missile attack, so the Judapest team and I stayed further south. After driving around the entire lake, we ended up staying at a beautiful bed and breakfast in Ramot on the hills of the east side of the Kinneret, near the Syrian border.

Brigitta gives a big wa-wa-wee-wa to the Mango Man
The B&B was owned and run by the Mango Man and his wife. I can't remember their names, but they grew their own mangos on the premise, which they brought to us fresh in the morning. And we had fresh mint and spearmint plants growing along our bungalo, that we plucked and used for fresh tea. We also had a friendly family of horses around the bend.

The most stable condition in Israel
I was feeling a little horse
After a fantastic few days with the Judapest lovebirds, we parted ways early on Friday. My Hungarian friends dropped me off in Tiberias (which was attacked by Hizbullah the next day!), where I took a sherut to Tel Aviv to stay with my buddy Eprhaim.
Cowboy Ephraim, outside his apartment complex
Next post: Tel Aviv

Waterblogged

Judapest bloggers Bruno and Brigitta living it up at the Dead Sea Oasis Spa
After sorting out a complicated banking mishap in which all of Bruno's money was accidentally transfered to an expired credit card, the Judapest gang were finally able to rent a car in Jerusalem, and we headed south to the Dead Sea.

We spent three relaxing days in the Prima Oasis spa, soaking in the sun and mineral-rich water of the sea. Not much to say about this time of floating, soaking, eating, sleeping, drinking, and watching Wimbledon commentated in Hebrew, so just enjoy these few photos.

You can hear the sea in Bruno's phone!
The Judean Hills are alive with the sound of bloggers
Don't make Bruno angry. You wouldn't like him when he's angry.
Brigitta received several offers to help finish with the mud covering
Mud in my circuits
On our way up north heading toward Tzfat, we happened to catch the news on the radio that Tzfat was hit with rockets from Lebanon. So we wisely chose to stay further south on the east bank of the Sea of Galilee, so close to Syria that Lebanon wouldn't dare fire rockets there, and risk hitting their sweet friends.

Watching the news while the news goes on outside
Next post: a night on the Kinneret, and then Tel Aviv

Last Night in Jerusalem

For all those who have expressed concern for the Jewish Robot's well-being, I am safe in Tel Aviv with my friend Ephraim. Thank you for your support!

All shuk up
July 10 was my last night in Jerusalem. While I had not seen the rest of Israel, admittedly I did not want to leave this wonderful holy city. My new friends made me feel so welcome, and the German Colony where I stayed with Aharon and Alieza had the coolest vibe. But the rest of the country was calling, so I made one last round in J-town before heading down to the Dead Sea with my favorite new Hungarian friends, Bruno and Brigitta of Judapest.org.

The evening started with a visit from my old buddy, Ephraim, originally from NYC, who made aliyah in 2002. We went to the Jerusalem shuk for a taste of marketplace bargaining, and then dropped by the Old City for a final jaunt through the Jewish Quarter.

Ephraim and me, old friends in the Old City
The evening concluded with the Existential Rabbi Avi Poupko's Ishbitz Full Moon Party, where DJ Mobius rocked the house between live sets of South African Hassidic Reggae and human beat box freestyle poetry.

DJ Mobius spins vinyl like a tweeker spins the dreidel for crystal meth gelt
The next morning I left the comfort of the German Colony to venture south.

Aharon and Alieza's flat in the German Colony felt like home
Heading south through the Jordan Valley to the Dead Sea
More photos from the Dead Sea and more in following posts!

Jerusalem Repost

The Jewish Robot returns to the Kotel, alone
I spent most of Sunday alone, walking through Jerusalem into the Old City, to really absorb my surroundings without the distraction of friends and conversation. I started off in the German Colony, where I have been staying with my new friends, Aharon and Alieza. From there I walked through the center of town, and ended up entering the Old City in the Christian Quarter, and passed through the Muslim Quarter. I would have taken some photos, but there seemed to be very few tourists, and I stuck out like a Jewish Robot wearing a funny hat in a land of burkas, so I kept the camera in my pocket.

Once I emerged in the Jewish Quarter, I had a chance to revisit the Kotel, which I had been to twice before: first with the ROI120 group, when I was tired and disoriented, (and apparently looking like Rick Morranis); and also on Friday night for a memorable Shabbat with the Existential Rabbi Avi Poupko. This time was a more peaceful and reflective experience.

From there I headed south to an observatory deck overlooking the City of David, where I encountered a group of young soldiers in training.

Young Guns
I can see David's City from here!
As I left the Old City I walked along the perimeter of the outer walls. I snapped this photo of the Old City from behind a section of the fence that had been replaced with barbed wire.

Security fence around part of the Old City
Sunday night I reconvened with some friends from the ROI120 conference, and we went out for dinner and the World Cup final match. After the match, the streets were taken over by crazed football fans, swerving and speeding down the road, yelling out their windows. Then I was told that's how Israelis normally drive.

Aryeh and The Jewish Robot, representing Brooklyn on Jerusalem stone
Alieza, Aharon, me, Aryeh, Esther, and Ariel

Jerusalem Times

The Jewish Robot towers over the Second Temple
I've been in Jerusalem for almost a week now, with very little time to post to this blog. But now that the ROI120 conference has concluded, I've got a moment to share some photos before I head out again. I'll write about the conference in future entries, after I've collected my thoughts on this robust topic. For now, just some quick fun photos and captions from the conference here in Jerusalem.

Mobius of Jewschool.com practices yawning before the conference
Fellow ROI120 participant and Brooklyn musician Michelle Citrin of Nice Jewish Girls Gone Bad joins the Jewish Robot, inexplicably dressed like an Israeli soldier, at the Kotel. (In the background, Judapest.org's Bruno Bitter and his fiery friend Brigitta of Hungary share a tender moment of appreciation and butt-squeezing.)
My favorite New Media track moderator Esther K. and Sarah Lefton of Jewish Fashion Conspiracy at the Israel Museum
Ariel Beery and Aharon Horwitz (my gracious host for these last few days) of Blogs of Zion flank Sarah Chandler of Zeek Magazine at the ROI120 banquet.
Ausi ROI120 class cut-up, Dave Burnett, expresses his love for the Jewish Robot. Turns out Dave is my Number One Fan!
The charismatic From Jerusalem with Love blogger and future Israeli reality tv star Matt Lebovic refers affectionately to the Jewish Robot as his "Muffin"
ck and Laya of Jewlicious with the Existential Rabbi Avi Poupko
Aryeh Goldsmith--hotel roommate and IBS sufferer-- of TwentyFourSix.com agrees with the graffiti: Meat = Murder. Especially on his bowels.
Protected by the mesh enviro-bubble, the Jewish Robot finds a moment to blog, even as noxious fumes produced by my IBS roommie permeate the third floor of the Prima Kings Hotel.

Cast Off and Set Sail

I can't shave left handed very well.
Finally! Today I had my cast removed--two weeks early on good behavior--so I can enjoy my trip to Israel without the restrictions of the cumbersome device. Even though my arm is technically still broken, with my new removable splint I'll be able to swim in the Dead Sea, shower without wearing a bag on my arm, and shave with my right hand. Oh, I can also cartoon again, which was the first thing I did! Actually, it was the second.

But the cartoons will still be on hold until I return from Israel. I'm departing at midnight on Saturday for the ROI120 Conference in Jerusalem on July 2, and I'll be traveling through the Holy Land until July 18. So if you are a fan of the cartoons and would like to meet, feel free to send me a note!

That's it for now ... Next week in Jerusalem!

Jew Orleans

The New Orleans Holocaust Memorial stood unscathed in the wake of Katrina
Last week I spent Shavu'ot in New Orleans, immersed in a multicultural mélange of ceremony and activites. Not only did I celebrate life on Bourbon Street, New Orleans style, but I also participated as a groomsman to my good friend Christopher Argiropoulos in a traditional Greek Orthodox wedding.

Chris, beaming Greek Orthodox groom, and his loyal smirky Jewish groomsbot
The devastation caused by hurricane Katrina was evident and widespread, especially the further I got from the French Quarter. I did not take photos of abandoned neighborhoods, where dark waterlines on the exterior of houses exceeded 8 feet high, because that was not the point of the trip. It was the week of Shavu'ot, a celebration of a new harvest, and what better place to celebrate than in a city on the verge of complete renewal.

Lara, Jewish Robot, Marlon, and Chris ... all having Sex on the Beach!
With every dark hurricane cloud there is a silver lining. This "Lucky" fellow is a carpenter, and he's been busier than ever, rebuilding a fantastic city.