G-dly Tattoo

Tattoo

So my daughter took this photo of someone on the train.


They had a tattoo that said Elokim–G-d’s name in Hebrew–on their hand along their thumb.


Also, they had a second tattoo on the top of their hand that had the Star of David. 


Pretty dramatic, I think. 


But what a way to remember G-d and your religion all the time.


And I thought wearing a yarmulke on my head was something!


Anyway, just another thought for the day.


I was talking with a young person this week.


They said, how hard it was to be young and not know what was going to happen–what life had in store for them. 


I agreed that it was, but also added something that I had heard a number of years ago that:

When your young, you have health, but no money to enjoy it 

and when your old, you have money, but no health to enjoy it. 

The point is that at every point in life, we have our challenges, and we just have to make the most of what we got, when we have it. 

Ideally, of course, we have plenty of health and money–and the time to enjoy it with our family and friends.  

Happy Passover!

(Source Photo: Rebecca Blumenthal)

Popcorn Delight

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So we made it to Florida, but the plane ride was horrible.

Spent an hour and a half on the tarmac waiting to take off because of “low clouds.”

Is that for real?  

It was raining outside and the damp air and smell on the plane was sickening.

But we made it, and in Florida, it’s always happy and nice–air was warm, the sun was out, and the people were in holiday party spirits. 

Headed straight to the pool and had a great swim–pushed myself even though still woosy from the turbulent flight.

We had a nice dinner and then stopped in this store with amazing popcorn–covered in caramel drizzle and milk chocolate. 

Only in Florida (these were no Cracker Jacks)!

The lady gave me a sample and I passed it off to my daughter and wife–oops, the one with the big chocolate gob fell on the floor.

Then we passed this tattoo place and watched this guy in the widow getting a huge tattoo on his calf of this fantastical women’s face. The lady proprietor tried to convince us to come in–ah, no thanks. 

Next was a bottle of wine for the night and back to the hotel. 

Looking forward to more adventures this week. 😉

(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Emphasis On The Eyes

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Really liked this picture that my daughter, Rebecca, showed me in Vogue Paris.


The lady has this amazing tattoo around her eyes.


The way the lines come out and around, flowing from the ends of her eyes, is so awesome.


The dark and exotic swirling emphasis around the blue eyes makes her look deep, mysterious, and undeniably sexy.


Mike Tyson and his facial tattoo has nothing on this model.


Also, reminds me of when Rebecca, as a kid, asked me joking around, “What does Y-E-S spell?”


Okay, how easy is that, “YES.”


Then she said “What does E-Y-E-S spell?”


And not thinking, I fall for it and blurt out E-YES.


Man, you don’t know how to spell EYES–stupid, stupid, stupid! 😉


(Source Photo: Rebecca Blumenthal)

Remnants Of The Holocaust

Holocaust Number Tattoo

So I had coffee with a wonderful gentleman this week.


And he–like myself–is a child of Holocaust survivors. 


Two quick stories he told me:


– His father, a survivor of the notorious concentrations camps that killed millions, had a number tattooed on his arm by the cursed Nazis. As the years past and his father worked to resume a normal life, what did he do with that number to try and help forget all the atrocities he went through? Get this…he used the number on his arm as the code for garage door opener. As he told his son, this way, I will never forget the code to open it.


– As a child, my new friend wanted to go to summer camp, he once asked his father, “Dad, when you were my age did you go to camp?” And his father replied, “Yes, I went to concentration camp!” Indeed, a very different sort of experience for a child. These days our children run, play, and swim in the beautiful outdoors at summer camp, but in our parents time, as Jews, they were hauled in cattle cars to suffer at the hands of the Nazis in slave labor, starvation, disease, beatings, torture, and in extermination camps behind razor-sharp barbed wire, attack dogs, and watch towers with machine guns.


How on Earth did these atrocities and genocide occur just 70 years ago–in the 20th century?


As much as I have learned, I am still dumbfounded by it: people (really more like vicious animals or Zombie devils) brutalizing other people, human beings–men, women, children, old people, the sick and disabled–and exterminating millions in the most horrific and brutal ways.


Now, the victims, their children, and grandchildren are left to go on and rebuild, where a tattooed number by the Nazis in the infamous concentration camps becomes a reminder for the everyday garage door opener in what we try to make of a normal life once again. 😉


(Source Photo: here with attribution to HolocaustSurvivors.org)

I Want It To Mean Something

We The People
So I took this photo in Starbucks–one of the Baristas in Washington, D.C showing his tattoo. 



Not that I am a tattoo guy myself (uh, I’m not!), but I thought this was really an interesting one. 



“We The People Of the United States” — our Constitution establishing our nation, freedom, democracy, and human rights here. 



Along with pictures of the Capitol, White House, Washington Monument, and Jefferson Memorial (maybe more around the arm…I don’t know). 



When I asked him what made him choose this?



He immediately said, “I wasn’t originally thinking of a tattoo, but when I did, I wanted it to mean something!”



So this one wasn’t just a vanity thing, but has meaning to him and I bet to many others–very cool! 😉



(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)