I Like You So Much It Hurts

Last Updated on Wednesday, 21 July 2010 10:37 Written by bryfy Wednesday, 21 July 2010 07:23

With Tu B’Av (the Festival of Love) just around the corner (July 26th) I wanted to share the following with you. Someone very close to me tells me during occasional tender moments, “I like you so much, it hurts.” I never quite understood the phrase, but maybe now I do – at least just a bit better than before. But before reading on, and despite what I am about to share with you, rest assured that my personal life is actually doing quite well – thanks for caring!

I guess liking someone so much that it hurts could happen for many reasons – but in this case, the object of my affection is just making it so difficult for me – that it actually hurts.

Where were you 4 years ago? Bring Gilad Home

Last Updated on Monday, 28 June 2010 08:16 Written by bryfy Monday, 28 June 2010 08:12

Olay Olay Olay Olay: Jewish Peoplehood and the Mondial (World Cup)

Last Updated on Monday, 14 June 2010 08:51 Written by bryfy Monday, 14 June 2010 08:51

Recently I was asked about one of my favorite sites in Israel and why it meant so much to me. It took a few moments but then I recalled a place in Israel that always makes me smile – the soccer pitch at Kiriat Moriah in Jerusalem.

This pitch (if you can call it that) is a broken up piece of asphalt with barely visible markings and nets with gaps in them the size of soccer balls. And for those of you who know Kiriat Moriah, and have lived there and eaten in her cafeteria, you may be even more surprised with my choice of favorite Israeli site.

But I hearken back once again to 1990 and World Cup fever had descended on all of us. As an Australian growing up on Aussie Rules and cricket I was rather surprised to learn that there was in fact a world sport and that involved a round ball. But after the initial shock I began to learn a thing or two. Argentineans and Brazilians, who had been best of friends for many months, could come to blows during a soccer match. Grown men could cry inconsolably as never heard of before Cameroon defeated their heroes. And everyone who wasn’t British seemed to despise England.