I’m not sure that Vanilla Ice was ever truly relevant, but he was at least well known once. It was not at that point in time when I went to see him in concert. It was maybe fifteen years later. I went and saw him when he put a rock track under “Ice, Ice Baby” and his hair was no longer platinum blonde. I am not saying this makes it better, I am just stating a fact. Continue reading ‘CAUSE A VANILLA ICE PARTY: Ends at a Reasonable Hour
Have I ever mentioned that I went to a Neo-Nazi house party once? Really? That never came up? Oh yeah, totally. My gay friend brought me. Yeah, the one that goes by “Princess”. No, I don’t know how he met them. Well, anyway, here goes: Continue reading Party Like Its 1942
So, big week, big news, big hair (but that’s nothing new). I’VE BROKEN OUT OF TINY TOWN. We have moved. It was grueling, so I don’t have a full length post this week. Here is a quarter of a thought as a place holder this week: Continue reading What A Week
“What…what is this place? Everything is so different. What has happened? How long was I asleep?”
The ground beneath me trembles and shifts. The earth is so unstable, as though it is ready to give way at any moment. It is so hot to the touch, too. It is a wonder I did not bake on top of it while I was out. I have to find some clue of what has happened to me.
My father grew up in a fairly orthodox Jewish household; meaning sometimes his family kept kosher and his story definitely took place in New Jersey or New York. My mother was raised in a fairly observant Catholic household; meaning hats and gloves were worn every Sunday, and her observance ended promptly upon her eighteenth birthday. Continue reading A Temple With A View
Recently, the Six Foot Jew took a thirty thousand foot flight. During the drive to the airport my ride handed me the wrapper from a mint. Continue reading Little Wrapper, Big Journey
“Can you say my name in Jewish?”
“Uh, well, okay, what’s your name?”
“Alright, let me see if I can figure it out, my Jewish isn’t fluent by any means, but I’m pretty sure it would be-
Tiffany.” Continue reading Say My Name In Jewish
Finally Solves All of His Problems
Mike Whitehall, 47, of Ferry Pass, Florida has been raising his voice at receptionists, administrative assistants and office managers for years, at every opportunity that has ever arisen. Continue reading Man Yells At Correct Receptionist
Things You Could Be Doing Instead of Brushing Your Teeth
1. Check tomorrow’s weather.
2. Look out the window.
3. What is that outside? You should go look into this. Continue reading A 10 Year-Olds’ Guide
When I was seventeen and remarked that I probably wasn’t as smart as I thought I was and he replied: “Probably not.”
What this means: No matter how smart you are there is always room for improvement.