Missiles above my head

This literally happened above my head on my arrival to Tel Aviv. Thank God for Iron Dome. Now on to my meeting. Surreal.

Here’s how I ended up on the street while missiles were being shot down: the siren went off while I was in an underground parking lot so I didn’t hear it. My phone went Yo (as in, the Yo app announced the air raid siren by saying “Yo”), but I didn’t realize the siren was in that area. When I got to street level I started to get the idea that the siren may have been there, but nobody seemed very worried and there were people on the street. So I went out and see people looking at the sky. They explained why. Being out there anyways, and not seeing anything falling, I took the picture.


You’re not covered for organ transplants

Would you like to buy insurance?

A phone conversation that I have at least three times a week:



This is Dudu from ABC Insurance. I want to talk to you about extra health insurance.

I’m not interested.

But currently you’re not covered for organ transplants. What will you do if you need an organ transplant?

I don’t know, I guess I’ll deal with that if it comes.

God forbid, of course I don’t want you to need an organ transplant. But you have to care about your health. Don’t you care about your health?

Apparently not.

And what about your kids? What will they do if you can’t take care of them while you’re having an organ transplant?

They’re pretty independent so hopefully they’ll be ok.

If you don’t get this insurance, you’ll end up banging your head against the wall in frustration.

Well, I’ll try to put a pillow on the wall before I bang my head against it, especially since my current insurance probably doesn’t cover self-inflicted head injuries. I’m not interested, good bye.

Good bye.


These salespeople’s tactics are very similar to the robo-call (what a great term for that! I saw someone use it recently, don’t remember who) recordings from the grave of Shimon Hatzadik promising eternal blessing if I just donate.


Miriam Borg

Miriam Schwab wearing Google Glass


I finally tried Google Glass for the first time, thanks to Niv Calderon who was kind enough to let me wear his pair for a bit at the ConnectIL event today.

As you can see, I was quite thrilled with the toy, I mean business tool, and couldn’t stop laughing.

This type of in-your-face wearable technology means that any effort that we currently need to make to check our email, facebook, twitter, by taking out our phone, unlocking it, etc., would be reduced to none. The thought of this type of always-on, technologically-framed world makes me feel ill. I can totally see myself eating my words down the line, but you have to wonder: is there a line that we should draw between real and digital? And if so, where is it?

It’s still a cool toy. Wheeeeee!


Ima, what are latkes?


Chanukah sameach! Love this holiday (ok, I love them all, but still), so here’s a little “real life in Israel” story for you to add some holiday cheer.

I was walking on Emek Refaim with two of my kids, and we walked past Tzidkiyahu, the ready-made food store. I’m a pretty loyal customer of theirs since I often buy Shabbat food there (public service announcement: their alei gefen are the best in all of Israel).

Anyways, Aiman, their Arab store manager, was standing outside and asked me if I would be buying there this Shabbat. I said yes, and he said, in Hebrew, “Good, we’ll have latkes for Chanukah!” I said great, since latkes made by someone else are my way to roll, and we parted.

My kids turn to me and say, “Ima, what are latkes?”

(Explanation for those who don’t get why I think this is funny: basically, Aiman, who certainly does not have roots in Eastern European Jewish and Yiddish culture, knows more Yiddish than my Israeli-born children. “Latkes” is the Yiddish word for the traditional potato pancakes made on Chanukah, but my kids only knew them by the Hebrew word, “levivot”! Thanks to Aiman, they now know just a little more Yiddish.)

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