Effed on the F: Superjews

Some commuters read novels, some read the New Yorker, computer manuals, highlighted textbooks, medical journals - and some sketch, dick around with their iPhones, PSPs, Treos - but not the F train Superjew!

Nope, the Superjews on the F train do one thing and one thing only:

Superjews on the F train, whether they're older men with yamakas or hot little 20-something chicks with long skirts, they all sit with hebrew texts and (?)

What are they doing? Does anyone know? You can't really google this, and I don't want to give my mom the satisfaction of letting her know I'm interested.

Here's a hint: The males, like my man pictured above, all have large books and seem to be studying silently (pop quiz with Yahweh?) - whereas females:

...all seem to have tiny books and move their lips while the read. My guess is that they're praying while the men are studying. Correct?

One other interesting point - look how none of the hebrew letters came out in the crappy cellphone pictures I snuck... It's almost like g-d is defending the holy text from my prying electronic eye.

I took "Jewish Mysticism" in College - it was Kabbalah pre-Madonna's interest. Extremely interesting stuff - really drew me more to judiasm than anything I studied for my Bar Mitzvah. Anyway, there's a passage at the beginning of one of the textbooks that always spooked me out:

This book contains divine names. Do not take it into the bathroom or any other unclean place.

Ah Jesus, look at my pics - there's no text on the books! It was right there, I swear. It's like the movie The Ring - all that shows up in my photos is a ball of glowing light. Kinda scary!

Maybe I shouldn't post this at all. Ok, I'll post it- but if Yahweh leaves a comment I'm definitely taking it down.

Shabbat Shalom!

FIPS Official Christmas Gift Guide

Well, Christmas is almost upon us.

Gives me such a fucking rush to say that - my mom tortured us as kids - never let us celebrate Christmas at all. December 25th was a melancholy day in our jewish household, where every year my mom would keep us home and make us just sit around pensively. Finally, as the yearly tradition went, my mom would stand up and sigh: Well children, today's the day you know you're jewish.

Fuck her: Christmas is here! I love celebrating Christmas with my little Jewish kids. They LOVE Christmas because they're normal American kids, and they like lights and candy and trees and shit. AND as an added bonus it pisses my mom off.

Anyway, welcome to the Christmas Season 2008 - Layoffs, unemployment, and poverty abound. In this barren economic climate, it's important that the little ones in your life get the most out of your hard earned dollar. Check out these awesome gift ideas for the little goyasha children in your life.