Rabbi's

This source presents information about the religion though poems, prose, and a brute honesty about the way things truly are in today’s society. The author of this blog takes a real look at the way religion works, but it also has a slightly funny outlook on life and the way that life just kind of happens. I think the fact that this woman starts out by telling us that she is not a real rabbi, and is still learning about her profession, but she still believes and one day will be able to truly call herself a rabbi brings a sense of truth and comfort to a reader because at this point she is still a student like us. She tries to use humor in a way that will make people want to read her blog and still learn about the current state of the world in terms of religion and the rabbi way.

http://velveteenrabbi.blogs.com/

Blog Post 1

I never felt like what I wrote in high school made much of a difference. Even if I submitted pieces to the schools creative arts magazine I never really understood the good it did if only a handful of people actually read it. There was always this formula to the writing that we were supposed to do that just disheartened me. I always wanted to make a difference with what I was writing, but I never really thought anything I did at the age of 15 or 16 could really have any effect on my everyday life. The thing is it never did have an effect. I wrote those rough drafts and did those peer reviews, finally turning in a finished paper months later, but there never seemed to be any point once the paper ended up I some drawer never to be looked at again.

In contrast whenever I open up a published publication I feel really legit. Whenever I open the Sunday paper I never feel any need to peruse the headlines or look at the current events I skip straight to the current celebrity news section. I choose not to buy magazines like People because I do not want to seem that shallow, but if I look like I am looking at the daily paper with all of its awards and prestige I feel more professional and less shallow. I could never get my head around the concept of hard hitting journalism.

Where's Wilson!!!!!!!!!!

I’m slightly claustrophobic so every time I get close to my outside door I get slightly nauseous. We have this slightly odd outside door that leads to an inner door on my floor. My room happens to be the only one on the floor with this abnormality. So that is what I chose to write this week’s blog prompt about, my oddity of an alcove.

I think these odd outer doors inhibit interaction along with causing my gag reflex to act out. People have to really make an effort to come and meet us, and there is just this unappealing nature to it. As I sit in my alcove I always wonder what life would be like if I didn’t have these obstacles. Our alcove does have its good points though. When people walk in it’s almost like we have a foyer, people can wipe their feet on our welcome mat, and people can’t just readily see into your room.

This space has no real function except to keep people away, and as an extra space to decorate during the holidays. It does make the space feel more homey, but it also causes extreme anxiety because I never know if someone is standing inside of the alcove waiting to pounce on me like a jaguar which is also the only hidden meaning this space could possibly have.

The final solution to my problem is a hammer and a hardhat. As Bob the Builder said “ Can we Build It”, Yes We Can!!!”