Constructing Identity, One Identification at a Time...

Saturday, December 1, 2007

To Writing!



After four months of “going private,” I’m ready to write again! Reflections from these first few months will be reflected in further writings, but for now, I just wanted to clear the waters, jump in and write very fast. Here it goes!

PS: Mary Lyon, the woman who founded Mount Holyoke College, has been quoted widely as saying, “if you jump in you may ride very fast.” This quote is used widely across the campus and in current literature. I love the Mount Holyoke tradition so much that I couldn’t forgo giving a little shout-out to the women who are a part of the MHC tradition. And of course, their will be more to come.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

50 Best Websites of 2007

Time magazine recently chose their favorite 50 websites for the year. They have a nice little list going and Web 2.0 style, they are asking their readers to rank them personally. Take a look here.

It's a neat way to check out some savvy places real quick.


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Sunday, July 22, 2007

העצ הנד’ב The Giving Tree

For the past week I have been searching for an apartment or a “flat” as Israeli’s say. Though many people tend to dread this task, being a newcomer to Israel, I have found this process to be quite rewarding because it gives me a brief peek into many different peoples’ lives. While searching, I have found one familiar book to be on nearly everyone’s shelf (and yes I am the type to judge my potential roommates by their bookshelves)—Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. I think widespread popularity of this book actually says quite a bit about my experience with people in Israel, they are immensely giving.

For the past two weeks I have been staying with my friend Shalev and his family. Aside from giving me a place to stay and my own key, they have fed me more food than I imagined I could consume and provided me with the immense amount of support that I’ve needed to find an apartment and a job. Although I’ve often been disillusioned with the effects of globalization, I have found that it is quite nice to find these kinds of commonalities with people who live thousands of miles away from where I grew up in the United States.

Here is a link where you can have The Giving Tree read to you in English. It’s always nice to review the book, especially if someone else is reading it to you like you were a child ☺.


Shel Silverstein - The Giving Tree - The most amazing bloopers are here

The First View of the Rubble

He hung himself and no one found him for three days. The final story to be told of him is how his rotting body created a distasteful stench and bothered the neighbor’s nose. His name is never mentioned, but I come to know him through his discarded belongings, laid to rest amongst the ruins of a house that was demolished by the government.

A twisted American flag lies buried in the infectious waste. The landlord says he will rent his room for free to anyone who is not Russian, Ethiopian or Arab. A young woman is outraged by the landlord’s comments and informs his tenants that their landlord is a racist.

Suicide is illegal according to Jewish law and the Israeli government. Yet, from his illegal destruction, legal racist comments are the only things built from this rubble.

I learned a lot about this place from a dead nameless man and his waste.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Kiss the Ground


Sitting at concourse B31 of John F. Kennedy International Airport, I rub my face into my hands, mixing my tears with the sweat that coats my palms. Since I last sat in this concourse, waiting to depart to Israel for my first time, Eretz Yisrael, or The Land of Israel, has been calling my name, and often times screaming it. Now, in my last few minutes on American soil, tears are rushing from my eyes in an effort to express the immense gratuity and disturbing detachment that I feel from America.

For twenty years, home has stretched from sea to shining sea. From welcoming me in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty to lulling me to sleep with the tides of the Pacific, American soil never ceases to provide me with the nutrients I need to grow, or the solid ground I need when I need to weep. Such a loving and beautiful home I am privileged to reject; I suppose that’s the closest to tasting freedom I’ll ever get.

It is a tradition for new immigrants to Israel kiss the ground when they step foot onto the new soil. My father kindly encouraged me to kiss the ground for him when I land. Though I find such acts of nationalism to be aggravating, minutes from my departure, I am tempted to bend down and kiss the American soil instead.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Saying "See Ya Later" To American Jewry


Tomorrow, I will leave the United States and my Jewish-American community and move to Israel for the year. Nervous that being a Jew in Israel may taste too sweet for me to ever return, I decided to get one last taste of American Jewry by spending my day in New York City at the The Jewish Museum.

This month the museum is featuring an exhibit entitled, "Dateline Israel: New Photography and Video Art." Before I stepped onto the New York City pavement, I was able to view the exhibit online. The stunning web display revved my already boiling enthusiasm and provoked further excitement for the adventure to the museum that lay ahead.

The following morning, my brother Mick and I left his comfortable suburban house in Commack, Long Island and began the journey to New York. Many miles, a subway ride and museum entrance fee later, Mick and I entered the exhibit. Although Mick had not scanned the website and found the exhibit to be fresh and engaging, I was surprised to find that I had spent time and money to view essentially the same exhibit that I had viewed online.

Nearly all of the pieces that were displayed elegantly on the walls were also posted to the website in a easy to view slide show. Every caption that provided more detail about the artwork was on the website as well. The greatest advantage to stepping inside the museum and paying the fee was that all of the video footage could be seen and that the guards were uniquely friendly and inquisitive.

The staleness of my physical experience with this exhibit raisesmany questions about the museum galleries of the future. By searching "Museums and Websites" on Google, I was able to find a few websites that keep lists of museums' websites. However, I was distressed to not find any discussion of the differences between physical and virtual galleries. Will Internet galleries take the place of museums? Will we pay a fee to enter a website and browse highly interactive curated web pages? Are webmasters the new curators?

In the end, I found myself wanting to believe that the websites overly thorough display was a kind gesture by the curators at The Jewish Museum who were more interested in educating the public than attracting people to the museum who would pay an entrance fee.

Clearly the trip was still a fruitful adventure, provoking questions about the way museums are using their websites and the future of curatorial work. Additionally, I was able to visit the two floors of permanent exhibition that I had not visited online. However, most importantly, I was able to say goodbye to the land where "All men are created equal" and the land where the Jewish people have lived and practiced their religion freely for generations -- America.

See you later American Jewry... To Israel my friends!

Monday, July 9, 2007


This weekend I had the pleasure of attending and participating in my friend’s brother’s Hindi wedding. My friend, Aruna, has been raving about how stunning the wedding would be for over a year, she was right. If you ever have the chance to attend a Hindi wedding take it. Though I can’t promise that all weddings will be as well orchestrated as this was, I’m sure that the colors and dancing alone will be vivid enough to memorize you for years to come.

Here is where you can view an album of the pictures that I think best illustrate the array of life and light that was presented here: Luthra-Pandya Wedding Album

The even posed many opportunities into the exploration of identity. Most notably the different Hindi traditions that throughout the wedding . As was explained to me many times, the bride and the groom's family had different traditions because they came from different areas in India. therefore, this wedding was discussed as "very multicultural" by many people within the family. I saw this cultural convergence as a ritual mash-up which gave me plenty of inspiration for the possibility of having a unique traditional wedding in the future.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Pausing for Independence Day

As an American, I find Independence Day to be one of the most devastating days of the year. My American nationalism was shot by the war in Afghanistan and murdered by the war in Iraq. However, this independence day, I heard the voice of an American. Here is what she said:

American Fireworks on Independence Day

The earth is shaking
violently
from the pollutants
erupting inside her.

While

A dog is barking
horrors
from the explosives
pelleting the sky.

And

Soldiers are shuttering
silently
from the rockets
shattering the peace.

Our

Parents are rocking
fiercely
from the shots
riveting their future.

And our

Children are swallowing
poison
from our American
nationalism.

Today was my last day as a passive American; time to activate. I am leaving Seattle tomorrow for a year long exploration of national identification. My current travel plans are:
  • July 4th Seattle, Washington
  • July 5th Washington D.C.
  • July 8th New York City, New York
  • July 12th Tel Aviv, Israel
Time to say see you later to the USA.

See you on the road,

Alison

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Israel National Radio and "The Aliyah Revolution"

The article that I noted in my previous post has generated quite a buzz throughout the blogosphere and has even spilled over to the radio.

You can get the audio version of the debate on the Israel National Radio's "The Aliyah Revolution" show by clicking here.



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Thursday, June 28, 2007

Linking Zionism to Responsibility

Today The Jewish Forward published an editorial article, "Let My People Go" by David Chinitz, that I read on Kumah - Home of Neo-Zionism and the Aliyah Revolution: The Real Jewish Conspiracy. The article and the blog post articulate the challenge that a broad definition of Zionism presents for those who are encouraging North American Jews to make aliyah, or immigration to Israel.

Chinitz argues that there is "a Jewish conspiracy to prevent massive immigration of North American Jews to Israel," which "began when the word Zionism was hijacked by the professional Jewish and Israeli world and applied to every possible Jewish enterprise other than aliyah." According to Chinitz, broadening Zionism to include many different movements and ideas is "suppressing the notion of aliyah".

However, I would argue that directly linking Zionism to aliyah limits the appeal that aliyah can have to prospective Jewish North Americans, excluding individuals who do not wish to associate themselves with the modern Zionist movement but are passionate about the land of Israel. I wonder, is it possible, that by creating a link between Zionism and aliyah, we are actually driving young people away from making aliyah?

These days in the United States, being a young Zionist isn't very cool. If you identify as a Zionist, most people probably think that you make all your political decisions based on Israel, which includes voting for GW Bush twice, which isn't so cool in America right now, or anywhere in the world, dream about joining the IDF and want to maiming Israel's Arab neighbors. If this is what your friends and family in the United States imagine when you say you are a Zionist, you might stop identifying with the word.

However, any google savvy searcher will easily find that Zionism is a highly contested word with many continuing battles over its meaning. Constantly being thrown into new frames, Zionism has lost the strong roots and distinct meaning that Jewish people throughout history identified with. Instead of identifying as a Zionist and ascending up towards G-d via the land of Israel, Zionism seems to be linked to a heavy bundle of explanations that weight prospective immigrants down.

However, there is some hope that North Americans can be encouraged to make aliyah. Chinitz argues that if North Americans made aliyah it would help Israel economically and politically prosper. For example, he states, "If North American Jews were making aliyah, How would Moshe Safdie’s backward, environmentally unsound plan for developing West Jerusalem even emerge from committee? How could politicians behave corruptly, impervious to notions of accountability?" Although I don’t know if Jewish American immigrants to Israel would be more politically active and socially responsible, these questions are distinct because they seek to inspire a sense of responsibility in prospective immigrants, not a sense of ideology.

Leaving ideology behind is probably a good idea. Amongst my peers today, it seems as though ideology is almost as out of fashion as President Bush and the Republican party. As the New York Times reported yesterday in an article entitled "New Polls Find Young Americans are Leaning Left," young Americans are "a group whose energy and idealism have always been as alluring to politicians as [their] scattered focus and shifting interests have been frustrating." However, I see this "scattered focus and shifting interest" as a turn away from ideological participation and a sign that young people are more critical of the modern mantras they are being bombarded with. They choose to take in new ideas and new hopes for the future slowly--remembering to chew before they swallow.

If this is the case, linking Zionism to aliyah will not bring young American Jews to Israel. Instead, it will drive them away. We are smart enough to know that Birthright trips make Israel glow for ten days and that just like America, Israel has a big heavy load of issues to sort out. Instead of painting a perfect picture of Israel and using Zionism to captivate young people, why don't you show us some of Israels guts? Maybe a little view of the dirty challenges ahead, and where we can help by making aliyah, will lift the weights of ideology and connect us to Israel with a dose of responsibility--we are all in this together after all.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Posting Poetry

I've been asking my small group of reader's how I could improve the blog and I've got a steady streaming request to see some of my poetry. I'm not usually public about such artistic flirtations, but some how, I'm mustering up the courage to post.

These two poems were written this spring and are particularly fitting for this blog.

oo

Struck by culture wars,
no words escape without a bow,
to one side or the other.

I refuse to engage in a war with words.
The wall the fence
The fence the wall
Nargella hookah falafal hummus!

Stop shouting at me,
political binary.
I refuse to engage in such division.


Flower Press

Pressed between
home and society
we are told to riot.

But the butterfly whispers
to fluttering eyes,
"exasperate my neck,"
refute.

Fingerprints ravage our touch,
Rushing the pulse of home,
that refuses to pass.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Traveling vs. Moving

While I've been in Seattle I've spent a lot of time catching up with my past and defining my future. When I tell people that I am going to Israel for a year, I find it hard to decide if I'm traveling to Israel or moving there.

This only dawned on me when I was showing my sister pictures of Israel from my trip last year. We sat all cuddled up on my bed in Seattle, clicking through old facebook albums and indulging in travel stories. It only took a few minutes for me to proclaim my love for the land of Israel, "Oh Sophie, Israel is such an incredible place. I really want to move there someday, it would be so wonderful" I said to her.

Slightly perplexed, without much hesitation she said, "Ali, you are moving there." The exciting confusion sets in.

Am I traveling or am I moving? According to the World Tourist Organization, tourists are people who "travel to and stay in places outside their usual environment for not more than one consecutive year for leisure, business and other purposes not related to the exercise of an activity remunerated from within the place visited." Since I'm staying for approximately a year (I don't have a ticket home yet, but I'll come back to the United States sometime before September 2008), I'm right on the edge of the time limit for being a tourist.

I most definitely am traveling to Israel for leisure and business. I see myself sitting on the beach with a beer in hand, writing my fieldnotes and soaking up the sun. However, as many people can account, I tend to do something along these lines when I am in the United States, be it Seattle, Massachusetts or New York--no place can escape Alison and her intoxicated note taking sessions.

At some points, I will be in travel mode. Floating around as a tourist is an important contrast to what I intend to spend most of my time doing--sinking my feet deep into Tel Aviv's sand. However, in the beginning I intend to focus most of my efforts on crafting a life that is much more similar to that of a foreign resident.

For the first few weeks I will be making my home-base at my friend Shalev's house in Ramat HaSharon. We met last year on a Taglit-Birthright Israel Trip with Oranim and have become even closer friends via Google chat, Skype and JaJah. I imagine that we will spend a good deal of time exchanging stories, sips of Isreali beer and the like. However, Shalev is also going to be getting me settled in as a resident. He told me that he intends to have me, “fit in as quickly as possible” and is willing to show me the hott spots in the city, introduce me to his friends and get me set up in an apartment.

Unlike my life in the United States, where I have fully embraced the experience of a privileged student--living in fully furnished dormitories that are just a few steps from my classroom and eating the three meals a day that are cooked by an incredible cook staff-- I will be living in an apartment at some undetermined location in Tel Aviv. Without the aid of any institution, I will have to find and create my own home, assemble my own furniture, cook my own meals and commute to school.

This is a big part of my great adventure and something that I imagine many students, foreign residents and immigrants have embarked on—this moving to Israel bit. Although I do plan on returning to the United States (I started a degree there that I would like to finish), I am once again freeing myself from the notion of “home” and preparing to cultivate new soils.

Monday, June 4, 2007

Who am I? Who are you?

Who am I? I seem to ask myself this question all of the time. Well I suppose that comes as no surprise since I seem to ask others this question before even learning their name. However, this question has no simple answer. Instead, it seems to just propel me into a battle with language, culture and history. Usually the journey looks something like this:

The Stranger: Hello. I'm Joe. Who are you?

Alison: "Oh hello, I'm Alison. Nice to meet you."

Oh wait! Am I really Alison, or am I Avigail? Alison is my legal name in the US, but Avigail is my Hebrew name that was given to me by my Rabbi. Ok. I'm in the USA, my legal name here is Alison--and legal things are more powerful than religious things in the USA, so I must be Alison. Ok. The government's power settles it, for now.


The Stranger: "Nice to meet you Alison. Where are you from?"

Me: Well, I'm bi-coastal I suppose. I was born in Brooklyn, grew up in Seattle, live in Massachusetts and am moving to Israel for a year. Simple answer right?

At this point I usually smile and make fun of the fact that this is still one of the longest answers I've heard to date. The responses after this point tend to vary in order. However, most people at some point, some where, someday (ok usually in the first five minutes) will end up asking me, "Are you Jewish?" and I will respond with a "Yes."

However, this answer is not a simple one. Behind it lies a myriad of questions I have yet to answer. As a Jew, who am I? What are my responsibilities? Who is my community? Where should I go? What should I do?

This blog will explore the questions of identification that myself and others are pushed to pursue. Please contribute! Tell me what you think about these questions, where do you see them in your life? How do you react to them? Are they good? Are they bad? You know...do some thinking about it and join me. I'm always open to comments and suggestions. I hope we can pursue this questions together thoughtfully and provocatively.

So come on...
Who are you anyways?