Saturday, February 20, 2010

Time Keeps On Slippin

Photos

I just got a flickr so you can check out all the photos that I take.

Ari Photo

Here's a sample:




Musings

Referring to someone who has obtained a PhD or MD as “doctor” when outside of a professional context creates a social/economic barrier between those who were fortunate enough to attend and graduate from higher studies.

Create a website that shows a line graph of an artist's popularity over time. Also, another line would show how well critics received their albums.

On any given day, more people find Jesus than their car keys.

My New Goal: Personally transfer water from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic, and visa versa.

I live in a place where even the trees have numbers.

Songs to Listen to:

• “Giving Up The Gun” by Vampire Weekend
• “The Way We Get By” by Spoon
• “Alaska” by Dr. Dog
• “Madder Red” by Yeasayer
• “Picture Book” by The Kinks

Sunday, February 14, 2010

OH MY GOD

Click Here

Have fun.

(this is easily enough for one post)

Monday, February 8, 2010







After using gym equipment, I set the weights higher so the people that get on the machine next will be impressed.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

RIP Grandpa

Samuel Hock

April 15, 1921 – February 5, 2010


Samuel Hock was born to Rebecca (Freedman), a homemaker, and Harry Hock, a milliner. He was raised in the Bronx with his three older brothers Henry, Norman and Sidney. In 1946, he married Miriam, also a Bronx girl. Known to everyone as Sam and Mimi, they were two equal halves of a vibrant couple.

They settled in Paramus, NJ, where they raised three devoted sons, all of whom went on to successful careers in public service. One of their most important joint projects was helping found Temple Beth Or in Washington Township (Bergen County), NJ. They had a wonderful and productive life together for 63 years.

Sam was the originator (or so his sons thought) of many sayings that defined the Hock household philosophy. He’d often tell his kids, “You buy shoes in a shoe store.” and “Pick your battles.” and when one threatened to run away, “Just don’t take my suitcase.”

Sam was a staff sergeant for three years in World War II in the US Army in Europe, D+3, Normandy. As Chief of Radar, helping to identify the location of enemy aircraft, he earned several medals including a Bronze star. He gained his BA at City College of New York and his MSSW at Columbia University through the G.I. Bill.

Sam had a rich and varied social work career, running Jewish communal services in New York City. Among other positions, he was the Assistant Director of Mosholu Montefiore Community Center and Director of Pleasantville Day Camp. Later he became the Director of Group Services for the Jewish Association for Services for the Aged (JASA). He also started JASA’s Meals-on-Wheels program for thousands of senior citizens.

After the death of his wife Mimi in June 2009, Sam moved to an assisted living facility in Massachusetts, where he was able to spend a good deal of time with two of his sons and their families. He quickly became very popular at his new home, not only for his joyful singing, but also as the leader of the residents in a campaign to get comfortable chairs in the movie room. He enjoyed daily walks around the lovely grounds. A series of hospitalizations led to his death from Alzheimer’s.

With his warm smile and firm hug, Sam was beloved in the family and beyond. He and Mimi lived according to their belief in looking at the world through a loving lens. Without fanfare, he assumed an equal role in his marriage, sharing housework and supporting Mimi’s many artistic and social endeavors. Having grown up in a tenement in the Bronx, he especially valued owning and maintaining their house and garden. He also enjoyed playing cards and attending the theater. He is survived by his brother Sidney, children Barry (Sue), Howard (Lesley), and Ira (Barbara), and grandkids, Rebecca, Rachel, David, Jessica, Ari and Dana.

by Ira

Friday, February 5, 2010

www.omegle.com

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hello stranger
You: hi
You: who are you
Stranger: i donno
You: how old are you
Stranger: 18
You: me too
Stranger: how abot u?
Stranger: cool
You: where are you
Stranger: from?
You: yea
You: ...?
Stranger: Korea
Stranger: and you?
You: that's cool
You: north or south
Stranger: south
You: im from the states
Stranger: tha states?
You: cool that's the non-communist one right?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Monday, February 1, 2010







I said no to the coffee but yes to the date.

The world isn’t black and white. It’s gray.