Jan 11, 2008

Jan 10, 2008: Yotzim la derech

Words can hardly express exactly what happened in there, after many years of knowing what the right thing to do is, after a long time of trying to reach compromises to make things work, after having several meetings to try to reach a solution, and after all that failing, the time came to take one of the most important steps in the development of the bogrim (alumni) movement of Habonim Dror.

Confrontation has always been a very difficult thing for, to have to confront a person that I appreciate and I like, was particularly hard for me. I went into that office after not sleeping well for two weeks, very anxious and nervous. At the beginning of the meeting I was all choked up and wishing myself in a calm beach in the Mexican Pacific. One of the things that kept me going was knowing that We knew that this is the right thing for the movement and that the chaverim of the movement are doing this together, as a movement, because we recognize that it is our responsibility to take this movement back to its historic place of being the hard-core of the Jewish people.
I naturally had to refer myself to the authors, the movement founders, the historical leaders of this movement, for instance, Zivia. In a different way than any time before, I understood what Zivia meant by saying that "The Movement always knew how to demand everything from its members. The Movement’s goal has always been to educate a new kind of man, capable of enduring the most adverse conditions and difficult times while standing up for the emancipation of our people, of the Jew, of mankind. It was our Movement education which gave us the strength to endure." I pushed myself to confront my fear of confrontation and do what's right.

The meeting went well, with a good, pleasantly tense and calm atmosphere, things were said very clear from both sides, and an agreement was reached; the agreement was on disagreeing and on going on a struggle where the winner will be the one that stands by their principles the longest and who receives the support of the rest of the members of the movement around the world, not to mention whoever can do all this while still managing to pay the rent and feed their spring.

At the present moment we are all in shock, all parties involved and bystanders. We are thinking and re-thinking every thing that happened in the meeting and after it, every comment, every phone call, every muscle spasm. I honestly thought that after today's meeting I would be able to go to sleep easily, but I don't think that's exactly what's going to happen, I still feel a nut in my stomach and feel more responsible than ever to do what's right for this movement, the movement that taught me to stand by my principles, to fight for my rights, to not accept to ever be oppressed, to believe that all human beings are equal just for being humans and to live by my values (among other things).

These are crucial times that will determine whether Habonim Dror will become, first of all, a real movement with education as it's most important priority, and then the movement that it aims for by working in the bettering of Israeli Society and positively affecting the future of the Jewish nation, or whether it will become a pluralist club with no values to actualize in it's center, a place where educational processes are not the priority, a pyramidal structured organization, "an empty semel" (symbol) that will eventually disappear because of apathy or bankruptcy.

Our recognized enemies are apathy, greed for power, capitalism and post-modernism, our allies are our values and principles, and knowing that we are part of a movement of people that is willing to live according to their beliefs.
If you are a member of Habonim Dror from any country, and somehow got to this post, you are welcome to email me with your concerns, advise, questions, comments, or any thing you can think of. I only represent my own opinion and view, but more than anything, I'm just writing to express what I'm personally going through in this stage of my life as a life-long member of Habonim Dror.

Ale v'hagshem!

Mauri

Dec 11, 2007

Nuevo Podcast

Jejerejeje

Mauri ya subió un nuevo podcast: Sueño Venezolano

Es el nueve.

Bájenlo, no me se el link, pero háganlo.

Te gané Mauri

visitenme en www.elblogdemaurice.blogspot.com

tengo un podcast también en www.radiomaurice.blogspot.com

Disculpa Mauri por hacerme de tu medio para publicitarme.

Saludos

Atte. Mauri

Dec 7, 2007

Brillantemente genial

¿Y tu?... ¿Has estado en una situación similar?

Nov 30, 2007

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Aug 13, 2007

Jerusalem - I love this song!

When I tell you that I love you
Don't test my love
Accept my love, don't test my love
Cause maybe I don't love you all that much

Don't ask what kind of music I'm gonna play tonight
Just stay awhile, hear for yourself awhile
And if you must put me in a box, make sure it's a big box
With lots of windows
And a door to walk through
And a nice high chimney
So we can burn burn burn everything that we don't like
And watch the ashes fly up to Heaven
Maybe all the way to India
I'd like that

All the ancient kings came to my door
They said "Do you want to be an ancient king too?"
I said "Oh yes very much
But I think my timing's wrong"
They said "Time is relative
Or did you misread Einstien"
I said "Do you really mean it?"
They said "What do you think we come here for
Our goddamn health or something?"

Everybody's waiting for the Messiah
The Jews are waiting
Christians are waiting
Also are the Muslims
It's like everybody's waiting
They been waiting a long time
I know how I hate to wait
Like even for a bus or something
An important phone call
So I can just imagine how darn impatient
Everyone must be getting

So I think it's time now
Time to reveal myself
I am the Messiah
I am the Messiah

Yes I think you heard me right
I am the Messiah
I was gonna wait till next year
Build up the suspense a little
Make it a really big surprise
But I could not resist
It's like when you got a really big secret
You're just bursting to tell someone
It was kinda like that with this
And now that I've told you
I feel this great weight lifted
Dr. Nusbaum was right
He's my therapist
He said get it out in the open

I spent ten whole days in Jerusalem
Mmmm Jerusalem sweet Jerusalem
And all I ate was olives
Nothing but olives
Mountains of olives
It was a good ten days
I like olives
I like you too

So When I tell you that I love you
Don't test my love
Accept my love, don't test my love
Cause maybe I don't love you all that much



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Now playing: Dan Bern - Jerusalem

Aug 11, 2007

Would you dare?

As many of you, I have heard some crazy stories or urban myths about the soldiers in the Israeli Army, from the rambo type operations to medics using iv's just to cool down in the Israeli summer.

Lately, I've been thinking about the iv thing... I'm not really considering it (of course), I'm too much of a whooz to let a needle get even close to my precious body, but I've been wondering about the kind of person it takes to do it, just for the fun of it.


This is the scenario told by the myth: An israeli medic is shveetzing in the middle of the summer, in the middle of the desert. Over 40°C (104°F for you funny americans). The medic happens to have a refrigerated bag of intravenous solution. So he plugs himself for cooling off his body. It lowers his body temperature and he feels good! No damage done, except for the little pain of the needle.


I would never be able to do it, as discussed before.
Would you do it?

What if it was really really hot? ;)

I would like to know what you would do. Leave a comment, I'll write back, I give you my word.
Write in any language, I don't care, balls: I'll even try to write back in עברית

Jun 24, 2007

How I didn't want to join facebook

Yeah, I really didn't want to do it, but I got so many invitations, emails and told so many times that I should join, that it all started as innocent curiosity, but once you sign up and give them your email, everyone who has been looking for you there, pretty much become your contacts automatically, then you start looking at their pictures and at their funny little things that they put on their profile pages, and then that's it, you're already in, tunneling down the infinite spiral of profiles.

Although, there is a good thing that can be said about this website. Unlike the other ones, it allows you to personalize it a little bit more, add little applications and upload as many pictures as you want.

I guess the conclusion of this post is that I am weak and that I can succumb to peer pressure. So, step off!

And... look for me in facebook :D

Pequeñas reflexiones de mi viaje a México

  • Los amigos... los verdaderos amigos, son para siempre.
  • La familia estará siempre ahí para ti, en las buenas y en las malas.
  • Los judíos mexicanos viven en una ilusión; piensan que viven bien, con seguridad y estabilidad. Es solo una ilusión.
  • Vivimos en un mundo postmoderno, todo es relativo y las relaciones humanas han pasado a segundo término. Lo más importante es el dinero.
  • En México la gente vive para acumular dinero, ese es el propósito máximo de su vida, su ocupación principal, su forma de vida. Si es necesario aplastar al de al lado para lograrlo, que así sea. (En México puedes mandar matar a alguien por $50 USD)
  • Descubrí que hay personas en México que siguen teniendo un fuerte significado en mi vida, para bien y para mal. (little scary)
  • Israel está lejos de ser perfecto, lejos de ser el mejor lugar para vivir, lejos de ser un lugar seguro, pero aun así, prefiero estar aquí.
  • No hay como la comida mexicana.
  • El futbol israelí es una basura.
  • Solo existe un lugar en el mundo que me hace sentir cosquillas en el estómago cuando llego: Israel

Jun 20, 2007

My trip to Mexico

After thinking much about it, I decided to write this post in English, so more people can understand it.

The odyssey started when I got to Ben Gurion airport at 3:00am the day of my flight (5:20 am). Since I had done the internet check-in I could get in the business line. I got to the counter and was informed that my flight from Amsterdam to Mexico had been canceled, so I was sent to the ticketing office.
I was offered to take the flight of the next day at 8:30am (29 hours later), which I of course refused, cause I had the shpilkes and wanted to get to Mexico asap. After waiting for about an hour and a half, I was given my new route. Instead of Tel Aviv - Amsterdam - Mexico City, it was now going to be Tel Aviv - Amsterdam - Chicago - Mexico City. This was only at 4:30am, which left me with 50 minutes to go through security, customs, buy cigarettes and alcohol at the duty free and make it to my plane.
I ran, literally, ran, and barely made it to my plane.

Once I got to Amsterdam, I had 50 minutes to do the connection, which included getting in a 35 minute line to get my new boarding passes. Once I got them I kept running to the next plane that would take me to Chicago. Once I got to Chicago, I had 40 minutes to connect and catch my next flight to Mexico City.

Finally arrived in Mexico City just to find out that one of my two bags hadn't made it there. And of course, it was the one that was completely empty. Cause I took one full bag with clothes and presents and an empty one to bring presents back. Anyways, I got the empty one and had to wait for 3 days before I got the bag with my clothes.

Mexico was a lot of fun, I got to hang out with all my friends and family. When I got to my house I had the urge to take a shower, and when I got out of the shower Gabriel, Pepe and Leah (Pepe's girlfriend) were already waiting for me. Oh (sighs), it was great!

I spent the following days mainly hanging out with my brother and my friends, I had the great opportunity to see some old friends from highschool and catch up with some other important people in my life that I left back in Mexico.

Then the bachelor party came. OMG!!! Was it ever fun?!? Lots of alcohol, lots of laughter and good times. Mariachis, singing, dancing. Hard to describe in words.
After a couple weeks the day before the wedding came. I got to spend the whole day with anxi Gabriel. I met his Israeli cousin Roi who is a great guy, and got to have those last late night conversations with bachelor Gabriel. And then the day of the wedding.

The ceremony was beautiful. I've attended many weddings, of close friends and even close family, and I had never cried in a wedding until now. It was a funny feeling, knowing that my best friend was getting married, achieving one of this dreams, building a new part of his life and with the partner that he chose, that he loves... Tamy.

Then the party started, great food, an awesome band that played all night long, lots of drinking and more laughs until breakfast. The pozole was freaking awesome! And then the time to say goodbye came, cause Gabriel and Tamy were about to leave on their honey moon, which meant that I had to say goodbye to Gabriel until the next time. Again the tears rolled down my eyes just to think that I don't know when exactly will be the next time I see him.

After the wedding I had nothing left to do but to buy some presents that I still needed to get for my kvutza, pack and leave to spend 8 wonderful hours in Amsterdam.

The second I got back to Israel I had things marked to do in my calendar, got home and started working right away, even before I could even nap.

See some of the pictures of this trip here

May 3, 2007

You've got to appreciate

She offered to pay for her coffee (which of course I refused)
...she left the tip
;)