Tag: Just for Fun

Dancing to Jack with the Kids

We brought our older to kids to see Jack Johnson in concert at UCLA. The first concert for both.

We all love Johnson’s music. We listen to him at home, in the car, everywhere. But as wonderful as it was to hear him play live, the best part – hands down – was being with our two children, dancing with them (we set the “no embarrassing dancing” rule ahead of time: no dancing unless you are at least 40 years old).

Surprisingly, many many kids – teens, younger and college – were there with their parents. Kind of cool.

We were also impressed with his commitment to Tikun Olam, fixing the world. At the center of the field was a tent city of volunteer organizations. Each was explaining their mission, signing up new members, inviting volunteers. If you filled out a passport, having visited 3 booths, you were entered into a drawing for front row seats. Music, family and Social justice! A great evening

Conviction: Love Story, Religious Persecution, Poignant Performance

Last night, in the new and beautiful Calabasas Civic Center outdoor amphitheater, we watched the brilliant one man play, Conviction. It was a poignant production made all the more moving by the powerful performance of Ami Dayan (the play’s director, sole performer and co-translator).

Conviction is based on a true story of a beautiful love affair doomed by religious persecution in Inquisition Spain. In present day Madrid, an Israeli scholar is detained and questioned by a Spanish official for stealing a confidential Inquisition file. Together, interrogator and interrogated, are drawn by the files, wrinkled yellow pages into the torrid love affair of the converted Spanish priest Andres Gonzalez, and his Jewish wife, Isabel.

We who grew up in the Holocaust generation consider that horror to be the yardstick by which to measure man’s inhumanity to man. Though the Nazi Holocaust has significant roots in Christian anti-semitism (and though the Church was more than complicit in the Nazi’s work), nonetheless, the Nazis practiced a more secular form of genocide. With Conviction, we are reminded that history is littered with the inhumane misuse of religion as an instrument of death and destruction. The Inquisition of the 15th century, though reflecting significant political machinations between the rulers of Spain, the Pope and surrounding monarchs, nonetheless represented the use of a religious institution – the Church – to carry out (and bless!) the forced conversion, murder and exile of a people. Modern Islamic extremists seem to take a page from the dark story of the Inquisition.

I was honored to co-lead a talk-back with Ami Dayan and a Christian Deacon, following the play. The audience was full of comments: about Mr. Dayan’s amazing performance, about whether religion is inherently an instrument of evil, how the play has affected Mr. Dayan’s Jewish and Israeli identity.

For me, one of the most fascinating elements of the play was the singing of a portion of Kol Nidre. Kol Nidre, the most solemn prayer intoned by the Chazan (Cantor) on Yom Kippur, the holiest day of the Jewish year, provides forgiveness to those who have made vows under duress. More than one modern scholar has suggested that the prayer survives in our liturgy only because its music so touches our hearts and souls. What modern Jew would countenance a prayer which forgives us for vows made under duress, when few of us in these modern times make such vows. Yet here, in the play Conviction, we see the words of Kol Nidre spoken more to their purpose: seeking forgiveness for the thousands of conversos (crypto-Jews) who converted to Christianity to save their lives, while still secretly practicing Judaism as children.

Bravo to Mr. Ami Dayan for his performance and his co-writer Mark Williams, to Linda Purl and all of the principals in the Rubicon International Theatre Festival, to the Calabasas City for supporting this production and making it the first cultural presentation in the new Calabasas Civic Center. I hope that one day we can bring Mr. Dayan back to Calabasas so that others may learn from his poignant producction.

Rabbi Paul Kipnes for President!

Are you sick of the mudslinging? Looking for an honest, ethical candidate? Look no farther.

While I have been doing my best to hide it from my friends, family and the synagogue, one Or Ami congregant Kim Gubner did some powerful sleuthing, saw the national news report on my campaign and outed me. It is true! I am running a longshot campaign for President of the United States.

View the news report on Kipnes for President here.

“Happiness is Real only When Shared”, Alexander Supertramp

Last night, we watched Into the Wild, Sean Penn’s beautiful movie. Writes Rolling Stone:

Sean Penn has molded one of the best movies of a bustling fall out of Jon Krakauer’s best-selling Into the Wild. Krakauer told the true story of Chris McCandless, an honors grad from Emory University who walked into the Alaskan wilderness in 1992 to find himself outside the confines of estranged family, well-meaning friends and any governing impulse besides his own questing heart. If you read the book and pegged Chris as a wacko narcissist who died out of arrogance and stupidity, then Penn’s film version is not for you. If, like Penn, you mourn Chris’ tragedy and his judgment errors but also exult in his journey and its spirit of moral inquiry, then this beautiful, wrenching film will take a piece out of you.

Among other things, it is a beautiful meditation which juxtaposes the impulse for solitude with the human need for companionship. The conflict is one with which most of us can identify. Critic Roger Ebert captures it nicely:

For those who have read Thoreau’s Walden, there comes a time, maybe only lasting a few hours or a day, when the notion of living alone in a tiny cabin beside a pond and planting some beans seems strangely seductive.

For the Jew, character Alexander Supertramp (nee real life person Chris McCandless) resolves the apparent conflict as he concludes “Happiness is real only when shared.” Our rabbinic teachers came to a similar conclusion, Al tifrosh min hatzibur – do not separate yourself from the community. Whether with simcha (joy) or tsuris (sadness/problems), the community provides us with the means to heighten the joy or handle the adversity.

The communal impulse that Alexander Supertramp discovered, Congregation Or Ami enshrines: Happiness is real only when shared. Our (new, yet still in process) vision statement begins: At Or Ami people matter… We recognize the need and purpose of community. Our core values capture this impulse for companionship. We list among them:

  • Joy/Simcha: We celebrate life through word and song because we believe that life is filled with blessing.
  • Caring Community/Henaynu (we are here): We endeavor to be there for people through their joyous moments and their sad times.

Enough. Into the Wild is a great movie. Go see it.

Jews, Chinese Food, Movies and Christmas

Catch this video which says it all. I found it on another blog, I am a Liberal Jew and I am Pissed.

I love it when Chanukah comes early. We get our holiday with less of the craziness and commercialization than if it arrived around the same time as that “other holiday.”

Why do Jews go to movies on Christmas and eat Chinese food? Since the Chinese in general did not celebrate Christmas back in the day, their restaurants were open. Thus our non-holiday meal. Why movies? What else is there to do?

What will I be doing this Christmas? Movies definitely. We might substitute Thai food however for the Chinese food…

Birthday Blessings: I Turned 44 Today!

It’s my birthday today. 44 years old. Great day so far.

My birthday started with dinner last night at Fins with my wife. She is great (and looked great). The bottle of wine, Markham Cabernet Savignon 2002 was perfect (we took the time to have it aerated!). Dinner was delicious. We knew we were getting older when the little kids kvetching at the table in the corner drove us crazy.

The kids woke me up early with the traditional Daddy Paul birthday breakfast: home baked chocolate chip cookie sandwiches filled with Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream. Delicious! It recalls the Ice Cream Sundae lunches I shared with my family at Kimball’s Ice Cream (farm) in Chelmsford, MA.

Next followed a few killer rounds of Guitar Hero 3. I can be pretty good at it on the easier level. I get to live out my fantasy of being a Rock Star. (Never really had one of those but…) And who would have thought that my kids would love listening to hard rock (the only songs you can play along with in GH3)?Then I took a long walk with one of my boys. We had great talks about everything and nothing. He kept asking questions. I kept finding semi-intelligent responses. At times like these I feel competent as a parent. Just one on one time was precious.
It’s my birthday today. 44 years old. Great day so far.

My birthday started with dinner last night at Fins with my wife. She is great (and looked great). The bottle of wine, Markham Cabernet Savignon 2002 was perfect (we took the time to have it aerated!). Dinner was delicious. We knew we were getting older when the little kids kvetching at the table in the corner drove us crazy.The kids woke me up early with the traditional Daddy Paul birthday breakfast: home baked chocolate chip cookie sandwiches filled with Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream. Delicious! It recalls the Ice Cream Sundae lunches I shared with my family at Kimball’s Ice Cream (farm) in Chelmsford, MA.
Then came the big mid-day Birthday trip. I put on one of my best suits, tie and all. Got into my car for a ride out of the Valley toward the Westside. (The Westside of LA is one of the hip parts of the City.) ‘Course, then I continued my way farther south, turned off the 405 at Howard Hughes Parkway, and turned into Hillside Mortuary and Memorial Park to officiate at a 1:00 pm funeral. Such is the life of a rabbi.
Fortunately, the deceased lived a long life, had a romance that supposedly rivaled the movies, found her way through tragedy to happiness. Still, nothing like a reminder of our human mortality to put in perspective any worry about getting older. Counting blessings…
In truth, though, even life has its challenges, I can honestly say that, as the years go by, life today – at 44 – is better than it was at 42, which was better than 38, which was better even than 22. I have a great family, with children who are thoughtful, intelligent, mostly nice to each other and to their parents. Wonderful, beautiful wife whom I love even more than I did when I married her. Healthy parents and siblings. Fantastic Jewish community to work with. Oh, and a loaded computer. And solid, though aging Blackberry. What more could I want? (Maybe the new blackberry or iPhone… or that cool Sony eBook Reader that I think I am going to buy myself soon).
My Rabbi buddy Ron Stern of Stephen S. Wise Temple had a funeral 2 hours later, so we decided to meet up in between. We planned to grab a drink at Starbucks, but Nordstroms’ holiday sale was on. So went shopping. Now there’s the beginning of a good joke:
Two rabbis, on their way to a funeral, stop by the local department store. One says to the other…
Tonight, we’re having dinner as a family. Now that’s a perfect birthday!

Are Bagels Jewish Food? Legend Has It…

I always wondered what makes bagels Jewish. In Haaretz, Doram Gaunt writes Getting a Rise Out of Bagels: When people talk about Jewish food they think of tcholent, kneidlach or gefilte fish, but the Jewish food that has won the greatest popularity among non-Jews in the world is in fact one that many don’t even know is ours. Legend has it that in 1683 a Jewish Viennese baker wanted to thank the king of Poland for protecting the people of his country from an invasion by the Turkish army. In honor of the king, who was fond of horsemanship, the baker prepared a round roll with a hole in the middle to suggest the shape of a stirrup (Buegel in German). However, the uniqueness of the roll was not in its shape but rather in the way it was made: cooking in boiling water before baking gave the dough that had risen slowly a particularly dense texture and the moisture protected the surface from scorching at the high baking temperature and created a shiny, brown and moderately crisp crust.
The bagel spread rapidly among the Jews of Poland, and then migrated and captured hearts in other countries of Central and Eastern Europe. At the end of the 19th century Jewish immigrants brought the bagel to New York, and transformed it into one the city’s culinary symbols. Read on