July 9, 2009

Hot summer days

Beginning vacation

duties listlessly hung on calendar

powerful deadlines, but I’m feeling the hot summer days

 

So, Bagrut Moed Bet was yesterday (final Matriculation exam for the 2008-9 School year). It came and went and along with a slightly anxiety-ridden race against time

to produce 13 cassettes for students with their aural dispensation, in time for the exam start, things went fine. The usual problems with dictionaries and walkmen, and some non-appearing students, but things were alright.

So, it’s now officially vacation.

I have a few projects cooking on the mind-burner – a summer volume of poetry to assemble, some books to read, a few puppet workshops to give.

I have a Jerusalem Film Festival to attend. My brother,  Larry Weinstein, is bringing “Inside Hana’s Suitcase” to the festival on the 13th,14th and 16th. So, we’ll be driving up to Jerusalem for the Tuesday 2:15 screening.

My brother, of course, is more than a pretty face and a brilliant sense of humour. He’s a tribute to the idea that one can follow one’s calling and survive, even amidst the slings and arrows of production hurdles, personnel comings and goings, partners parting and re-negotiating. He has survived and continues to radiate energy and enthusiasm for every magical and unique experience that he discovers. He is always open to discover more and share his joy in their existence. He’s a living proponent of  Einstein’s ‘everything is a miracle’ zest for life.

Meanwhile, I read that Jamelah reads and reads.

Levi Asher reads, writes and thinks.

Mark Coburn sculpts, writes and plays

Mark Kuhar twitters poems and shakes down suburbia in his kerouac kool

Doreen Peri paints, writes, produces radio shows and so much more

Anemone Achtnich poets, photographs and promotes adventure racing

Adele Raemer acts, teaches and coordinates

and so on.

I’m an observer of a mighty human race and I can only sit here in mute admiration. I’ve gone non-verbal. My words are simply gone.

I’m perhaps one of the worst bloggers ever, but I have to be honest about it.

Happy Vacation.

June 27, 2009

Joining the world in scanning the media for Michael Jackson tributes

Michael Jacson fever is sweeping the globe: through twitter, youtube, blogs, news media.

Audio:  I’m listening to an audio discussion of Michael Jackson:

Oliver Wang in California and Jay Smooth in New York join host Jesse Thorn in a Sound of Young America podcast:

Interesting points of view from those who live the current American music domain.

Video: Check out the scene in front of the Apollo Theatre in Harlem Thursday night (as brought to us by Jay Smooth on his blog illdoctrine)

If you’ve overplayed Michael Jackson songs on youtube and your itune library, check out the links above.

June 22, 2009

Tanka, coming to the End of Ma’ale Habsor High School – June 18/19

Endings are part of a natural cycle.

Ma’ale Habsor is ceasing to exist and in its place there will rise “Nofei Habsor”. To drum this home, the teachers of Ma’ale Habsor took themselves to Tanka, a mini-Indian experience set in Kibbutz Ma’agan Michael.

Running this spot is Netta Aloni, a one-time teacher, art therapist. Spending some time in the U.S. as a Jewish Agency delegate, she came upon a teacher by the name of Bear Heart and embarked on a Vision Quest. The Indian way made such an impression on her that upon returning to Kibbutz Ma’agan Michael, she pushed the idea of opening a small site dedicated to giving others a taste of the Indian way of looking at life. The ten years it took to establish Tanka was thanks to her determination (and a timely Buffalo totem).

We began our trip with lunch outside.IMG_4415IMG_4420 And then entered the wooden building, sitting in a circle around a ’salt rock’ lamp. Netta began to present her interpretation of the Native Indian Way of life. What I’m presenting here is my understanding of her understanding. Please excuse wild generalizations and correct misinterpretations if you see them. (with thanks)

Brief  take of the Native Way

We learned of the four main components that make up the native way of life:

The circle (all life occurs in cycles, beginnings and endings are cyclical from our first meeting to our separation)

The sanctity or ‘happiness’ of the circle (if one person in the circle is unhappy, then all will  feel unhappy, and so it is imperative to find the weakest link and resolve it.)

the Earth as mother, she gives, she protects and we need to respect her.

and compassion, we are all perfect in our imperfection.

We learned about the drum, the flat wonderfully resonant instrument made of elk skin or more rarely buffalo skin.

arodrum16-1side-backWe found that a light touch of the drum stick brings far more sound than a harsh beat. So the world offers echoes of that which we put out: we put out good intentions and good echoes back down upon us.

We chanted:

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“Vishita, doya doya doya

Vishita, doya doya hey

Wahsa tanaya heya heya

Wahsa tanaya heya hey”

and….

“Mother earth is under our feet

Mother earth, we hear your heart beat”

These simple chants with simple, resonating drum beats did wonders for our alpha waves. The calming centering effect was undeniable. Drumming is a marvellous tool, used for healing. Children are taught to drum from a young age  and so the drum becomes a part of life.

We took a look at a tipi:

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We learned that the tipi is the only family property and that the youngest daughter is the one to inherit it. She thus will always have a secure place from which she can look after her parents, feed her family and at the same time cultivate her healing power.

A husband will bring his personal belongings to his wife’s tribe, but he will never possess the tipi.

Moving from one circle of life to another

The cycle of life dictates that as we end one cycle, we ponder on what we’ve received and what we’ll take with us in the next cycle. To formalize this passing from one phase to another, we passed a three coloured braid around our circle. Red signified mother earth, the doing, blue represented the analytical, the observation and purple the combination of considering what needs to be done, its solution and implementation.

passing the braid around the circle

passing the braid around the circle

The braid came home with us back south to the Negev. But not before we had an evening in Sheffayim and an outing in Tel Aviv.

(to be continued…)

June 18, 2009

Last Day of School Year! June 17, 2009

It’s done. We’ve closed the last day of school and said goodbye to Ma’ale Habsor. Forever-ish.

Next year, we’re Nofei Habsor. A new school complex. A new student composition. New teachers. New rhythms.

The shots above show a few of the scenes at the end-of-year celebration. Dancers were cool. Eleventh graders were cool. 8th graders were cooler.
Linor, Lee and Gal gave us some good musical riffs. Ariel and Or in the band. (not shown – sorry)
We had speeches from Vered Tal, Zmira Ben Yosef and Martin Sessler – our Principals. They spoke of the sadness to be saying goodbye to the past, but hopes for a better and far more interesting future.
New School heading towards completion

New School heading towards completion

Kibbutz school Ma’ale Habsor will be together with Moshav school Habsor- our new name is ‘Nofei Habsor’ (the scenery of the Habsor region). Our new building is heading towards finishing touches, and our staff will take its last end of year field trip together as Ma’ale Habsor.
Off to an Indian village called “Tanaka”, a night in the Shefayim Hotel and tomorrow’s investigation of Tel Aviv.  Cheers. See you soon.

June 15, 2009

A breath of fresh air

Heat wave, border infiltrations, sounds of overhead airplane engines…. scenery that is all too familiar round here. But in the midst of one reality, is the other

amazing flowering bushes

amazing flowering bushes

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And life is amazing in a breathless rush

June 13, 2009

Arieh Schkolnik, June 2009, Keeping the Dream Alive

An Interview with Arieh Schkolnik. Arieh is a fervent believer in enacting on one’s dreams. He strives in his own life and encourages all who dream to put in the effort to actualize those dreams. An idea may be a great thing, but is nothing compared to the inner joy gained by making it come alive. Many pupils at Nitzenei Eshkol Public School and in Ma’ale Habsor High School have referred to Arieh when they talk about getting inspired, so I decided it was time to speak to the man, himself, and hear what he had to say.

Judih: Hi Arieh. How are you?

Arieh: I’m geared up to talk with you.

Judih: Okay. Let’s begin. Where do you live?

Arieh: I live in Kibbutz Nir Itzhak, in the Western Negev, at the edge of the great desert.

Judih: How do you feel in this environment?
Arieh: I feel good. I always wanted to live on the border, that is to say, on this side of the border.

Judih: At what age did you start thinking about inventions and creations?

Arieh: Funny you should ask. This morning I thought about something I built when I was small – a raft- Kon-Tiki expedition style.

I built it from stretching tree trunks and attaching 20 empty paint cans as floats. I didn’t use quite enough, however, and, unfortunately, it sank. The sail was constructed from one of my mother’s plastic tablecloths.  I attracted the attention of everyone around.

Judih: How old were you?

Arieh: About 11 or 12. I had always dreamed. I always read adventure books and watched movies. Tom Cruise would have been jealous of me because while he played it in movies I did it for real, all the impossible missions, well  I lived them everyday.

I have stories to fill many blogs.

I even built a barge in the Argentinean army – I have the photos. I managed to get in and out fine, but my friend wasn’t so lucky. He somehow snagged on something and the barge tipped over, in frozen waters. I had to heat him up by fire. This was in Ushuaia, the Land of Fire.

I also built boats with empty glue tubes. In the swamplands, I built a swamp boat with a propeller, a car engine and two plastic gluetubes. I built a catamaran and travelled 3 kilometers to a small pond in a public park. Everyone there came to watch.

I’ve built many nonsensical vehicles in my life.

Judih: Did you work alone?

Arieh: Always. I made a skateboard when they first started to become popular. I cut off a piece of a board (I didn’t have a real place to build it ) small but large enough for me to travel down the hallway of the house.

Judih: Were there other kids in your family?

Arieh: I have one younger brother.

Judih: Did he play along?

Arieh: No, we were very different. He was grounded and I was in the air.

Judih: How was it for you when you decided to come to Israel?

Arieh – It was a revolution! My family (on my father’s side) was religious and very Zionistic in their beliefs that Israel was our homeland, but even so, got quite hysterical when they heard I wanted to come.

My mother’s side of the family also got crazy. But I always knew I wanted to come here.

Judih: How do people accept you in the kibbutz, a place known for its predisposition to conforming to the rules?

Arieh: I live my own life fully without hurting others or, in any way, infracting on the rules of the community.  I believe that I have a right and an obligation to express myself, within the bounds of the society in which I live.

This is for me, of course, but I also believe that living life this way can inspire others to express themselves in their own way. Individual creativity thrives in an environment of creativity.

Judih: This brings me to the next question. How did you start to work with kids?

Arieh: I always wanted to but was hesitant to begin to teach.One day via the internet, I started to study the things I’d always wanted to learn. I was accumulating information and wanted to pass it on. I wanted to contribute. I began giving a workshop – the first was on studying the constellations. I would distribute a circular map of the night skies and for one evening a week, I would tell them legends and myths and how to recognize the constellations of the summer sky. I bought a special laser flashlight to help illustrate my talks.  What was most interesting was that every year as I taught the kids, I learned from them. I learned how to clarify my explanations and I think I received more during those lectures than they did. In fact, I am indebted to them for my own progress at this fairly late stage in life.

I reached huge conclusions, also in my private life.

Judih: Tell me about some of your interests. I know about Astrology,…

Arieh: – no! no! no – not Astrology! How so-called experts take advantage of unsuspecting people, taking their money, telling them stories, no, no – never.

Judih: Excuse me, I meant Astronomy. What else?

Arieh:Physics, I read books – the galaxy, the Elegant Galaxy, Popular Science, History, all kinds of things, t’ai chi, archaeology, – I love to learn from experts.

Judih: Let’s get specific. Tell me about what you’ve invented in these photos.

Land Yacht

Land Yacht

Arieh: I call it a land yacht

Judih: How did you make it?

 

Arieh travelling

Arieh travelling

Arieh: The first one I ever made was constructed from aluminum irrigation pipes and some discarded wheels from a cart. I built the steering wheel from a machine that had been junked. When they tore down the metal shutters from a house, I collected them. I used everything that people tossed aside.

Judih: Where did you work?

 

 

 

 

an older version

an older version

Arieh: I built it in the machine shop after work hours. People laughed at me, but I continued. Now that kibbutz kids are interested I see how it was all worthwhile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Judih: What about Amir and Lotan’s wind-bike?

Arieh: The wind-bike works well. I’m envious of it. Those two kids are truly desert flowers with brains.

Judih: Are there girls interested in this?

Arieh: No, none so far, though, girls come to the Astronomy workshops. They also come when I teach how to create paper airplanes.

The only girl is my daughter. (Arieh relates stories of his daughter’s determination, energy and inner drive).

Judih: Maybe I’ll interview her. Now back to another question for you.

How, do you think, we can renew the original spirit of the kibbutz?

Arieh: We need to listen to the individual. There is a fundamental requirement to accept the other according to his world, not from our world. The basic principle needs to be one of acceptance – whether or not we agree with him. This is very difficult to do, unfortunately.

Judih: And how to start?

Arieh: It takes individual effort. We must forget the idea of trying to fix our neighbor. Fixing the neighbor is the biggest mistake – the biggest problem of the kibbutz.

The moment each person worries about himself, not the neighbor, then we can stop the tragedy. To change our environment, we need to leave our neighbour alone and work on ourselves.

We have to re-focus on common things, we have so many. Let’s take another look at the proverbial glass. Truly, it’s 90% full and 10% empty.  Why have we always concentrated on the empty 10%?

If we were able to truly listen to others, we would hear ourselves. Our situations may be different, but we are all basically the same.

Judih: What do you think about the kibbutz?

Arieh: The kibbutz is wonderful, but people don’t open their eyes to see how wonderful. Thoughts are petty, as it says in the Little Prince, the most important thing is hidden from the eyes.

People on kibbutz are pre-occupied with what others have: “Why does he have and I don’t?” There isn’t enough mutual problem solving. There isn’t enough rational consideration that maybe someone has something that someone else doesn’t require.

In other words, the concept of equality has been rendered absurd.

We made a mistake in how we lived, but no one opened their eyes. There was a lack of imagination to solve the problems.

Judih: You’re saying we need to use imagination…Not to be closed to conceptions.

Arieh: I want to be in a society where people can develop themselves.

It’s like the graffiti painted in the bathroom of the youth workers – “Why doesn’t a person have what he wants? Because he doesn’t want what he has. If he had wanted what he had, he would have had what he wants.”

Judih: With that, I think we’ll conclude this portion of our interview. I’m sure there are all kinds of additional questions that need to be asked.

Arieh: No problem. We can continue this some other time.

Judih: Thank you, Arieh. 

June 10, 2009

coming soon! Interviewing Arieh Schkolnik – keeping the dream alive

Arieh Schkolnik has long held visions of inventions and creations in his head. Circumstance often determined when and how he could set out executing his ideas, but his dreams have never faded.

Talking Now will be speaking with Arieh and maybe shed some light on how one person’s inner creativity can inspire others to follow their own.

June 2, 2009

Amir and Lotan build a wind-bike, Interview: June 2/09

Amir Florentyn & Lotan Toiw & wind-bike

Amir Florentyn & Lotan Toiw & wind-bike

Wind-bike!

I got an e-mail from Arieh Schkolnik, from Kibbutz Nir-Itzhak, concerning two Grade 10 students, from Ma’ale Habsor Comprehensive School and from Nir-Itzhak, who put together a wind-bike. He sent me the photos you see below. I knew I had to speak to them, so today I interviewed Amir Florentyn and Lotan Toiw about the project.

Lotan on the wind-bike

Lotan on the wind-bikeanother view of the bikeLotan Toiw

Interview:

 

Judih: What do you call your vehicle?

Amir: We call it a wind-bike.

J: When did you start working on it?

Amir, Lotan: During the Purim break – it took us 3 days.

J: What gave you the idea?

Amir: Arieh! (Arieh Schkolnik, who we’ve met before demonstrating how rockets can be powered by water)

Amir: But,there’s a story.

J: Tell me

Amir: You see, Arieh already had a wind-bike and we asked him if we could borrow it. But, the kibbutz safety manager had seen Arieh try it out on the road with kids, and he was concerned that it wasn’t safe enough.

So Arieh, of course, didn’t agree to let us use it. So, we decided, right then and there to build a new one, one of our own.

J: How did you start?

A: We went to the kibbutz bicycle storage area and started to look for parts. We needed wheels and a good seat. We put them together, attaching them to the front part of a bike and built a kind of triangular frame.

After that, we needed more bike parts and pipes and other pieces of iron and steel. We built the steering wheel and the housing for the mast (which we already had). We made the steering wheel from two handlebars (one was already attached and we mounted the other one a little further back.

Finally, we started to build the chair and finished the assembly, and we were ready to experiment.

A: We had to figure out how to attach the sail. At the beginning, we were doing all this on the kibbutz, but we didn’t succeed much. When we went to a more open space outside of the kibbutz, we managed to travel. We were able to catch the wind and it worked.

 

J: How’d you feel?

Amir: We felt great.

Let me tell you how it works.

To steer the sail, we use our feet on the handlebar. There’s a string on the sail that catches the wind. We usually try for 45 degrees into the wind.

J:How fast can you go?

A: We managed to go about 20km/hour

J: Is that fast?

A: It’s fun. We even managed to crash. At least I did. But the vehicle was fine.

Lotan: There are no brakes.

J: Is that a problem?

A: Yes. The only way to slow down is to free the sail, and then the wind can’t catch it or push us.

J: Do you have plans to make more of these bikes?

A: First we need to work on some form of brakes!

Lotan: We also need to lower it, to make it more stable on the road.

J: Who is Arieh Schkolnik?

A: He works with my father in electronics on the kibbutz. And he has always invented things, including this wind-bike.  A few years ago, Lotan and I found a wind bike that some other kids from school had made. We just needed a sail for it. We went to show Arieh and he got very excited and he built a new sail for it.

Our wind-bike includes parts from my father’s wind-surfboard – the sail and mast.

J: Ah, so you were lucky. Do you have any other projects?

A: Not at the moment.

J: Okay, thanks a lot Lotan and Amir. Good luck!

 

May 31, 2009

May 29th – Shavuot holiday, Itai and Ariel, and other current events

Kibbutz Nir-Oz celebrated Shavuot with 500 guests, succulent quiches, salads, south american flutes and the usual array of breads, cheeses and kibbutz choirs.

I like the beautiful getting ready scenes

Margit whooshing the tablecloths

Margit whooshing the tablecloths

As for me, personally, admitting to a case of the flu, I spent my ‘erev hag’ (evening before the holiday) preparing report cards for my classes from grade 8 to 11. The long-suffering grade 12 kids have already received their final numbers and words from me (including personal goodbye benedictions).

Sneezing doesn’t seem to go along well with meditation or creative outlets, so I spent most of the day watching Sally Fields in”A Woman of Independent Means”, a woman who 100 years ago was struggling with the idea of living life, unconventionally, while walking the line of conservative society. In any case, it was serialized and gave me time to do laundry, bake bread, make a bran cake and generally live a life while watching too many hours of TV.

There’s been a lot of talk of women’s rights and pro-choice in the news. Some people say we’re leaps and bounds ahead of where we were. We slowly have the vote, we slowly have the right to express ourselves without being labelled ‘babe’ or ‘warrior’. It’s all so slow that some of us don’t feel a thing. Some of us who claim to be just a normal earthling get shocked when gorgeous models are air-brushed into further perfection (see jezebel.com) or when some of our most beloved citizens are victims of violence.

No shock, nothing new. All we can do is be open-eyed and prepared. Fast reflexes and staying away from danger zones are good rules to keep. All human beings need to remember the law. No carrying illegal substances in a heavily policed zone. You know who you are. These are bits of advice from someone coming from the ‘discretion’ side of life. Be who you are, be! But if you’re into illegals, be who you are in the privacy of your own home. If you’re into ‘kink’, be who you are at home. Screaming ‘look at me’ in the face of those who can’t handle nonconformists is to bring yourself unwanted distraction and sometimes pain.

Pain is to be avoided. Call me a coward, but politicizing can attract violent reactions. Violence is to be avoided.

Peace begins within the self. Get yourself together and then we’ll talk.

Further news:

While in Sha’ar haNegev High School, testing the Grade 12 students, I met 2 young men, Itai and Ariel, who’d pursued the idea of Protest Songs to awaken consciousness. Itai wrote a poem about Gilad Shalit. His work in Hebrew shows rhythm and rhyme. His English translation did not. So I asked him if I could re-work the English. He said sure. But lo and behold, re-working English means re-writing a poem. So we’ve now got his original Hebrew and my adaptation. I’ll post both. First a photo of the two students who worked on this project:

Itai
Itai and Ariel 

English Adaptation: ‘HaHalom hu Shalom’ (The Dream is Peace)

 

So, tell me what you’re thinking
Wasting time on what ‘they’re’ doing
Believing what newspapers saying
Focusing  on nothing important to you
We already know about terror and war
Fear and threat, well, they’re permanent
Hiding corruption of our Prime Minister
Wondering why things are so complacent
Our motto we cry: Gilad Shalit alive
We demand his return
But who here’s concerned
Tell me, now can I learn?
So, tell me what you’re thinking
Wasting time on what ‘they’re’ doing
Believing what newspapers saying
Focusing  on nothing important to you
And what’s being said in East Jerusalem
Land going back to Palestinians
We always trying to be the Chosen
We’re just asking for a little reason
Wanna live our lives with some peace
So, tell me what you’re thinking
Wasting time on what ‘they’re’ doing
Believing what newspapers saying
Focusing  on nothing important to you
-Itai Hertz, Jan 2009 as adapted by Judih Weinstein, May 2009
החלום הוא השלום/ איתי הרץ
אז תגידו לי מה אתם חושבים
כל הזמן עסוקים במה שאחרים עושים,
מתמינים רק למה שכתוב העתונים
תתעניינים בדברים לא חשובים
מלחמות ופיגועים זה כבר ידוע
איומים וחששות זהכבר קבוע
ראש הממשלה בשחיתויות שקוע
אז למה לי נראה כאילו הכול רגוע
“גלעד שליט חי” זה המוטו
להחזיר אותו מבקשים לפה
אין אחריות לא, לא
אז תגידו לי האם שווה לחיות פה
אז תגידו לי מה אתם חושבים
כל הזמן עסוקים במה שאחרים עושים,
מתמינים רק למה שכתוב העתונים
תתעניינים בדברים לא חשובים
במזרח ירושלים הם דנים
האם להחזיר אותם לערבים
תמיד רוצים לצאת צדקים
מה בסך הכול אנו מבקשים
רק לחיות בשלום חיי שקטים
אז תגידו לי מה אתם חושבים
כל הזמן עסוקים במה שאחרים עושים,
מתמינים רק למה שכתוב העתונים
תתעניינים בדברים לא חשובים
אז תגידו לי מה אתם חושבים
כל הזמן עסוקים במה שאחרים עושים,
מתמינים רק למה שכתוב העתונים
תתעניינים בדברים לא חשובים
איתי הרץ, 1.2009
Perhaps I’ll leave it at that for now.
Happy Shavuot holiday.
P.S. Can someone tell the bloody cats to stop living on my hot tin roof? People ask me if we have qassams and I’m embarrassed to say that  all the noise on the roof obliterates my ability to report what’s going on.

May 19, 2009

I know I promised good things, but

There were qassams in Sderot today, one landing in a yard. People were treated for shock. Just last Thursday, I was in Sha’ar HaNegev High School talking to Grade 12 students about how they like living in Sderot. It’s great! most of them said, except for the qassams.

Well, hmmm. I can hear planes overhead right now. During T’ai Chi, a member of Kibbutz Nir Itzhak reported that they had a Tzeva Adom alert. It’s hard to keep students in line these days. Summer’s approaching and that, alone, is enough to rain pre-mature freedom in the minds of young learners. Now, with the added anxiety of war sounds,  I wonder how it will be to enforce quiet attentiveness in the class.

It’s also hard to be creative these days. I wish a troupe of Pilobolus, or Cirque du Soleil would show up to remind us that life is incredible no matter where or when.