Telling a great story and writing what I think -- a master raconteur
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I have been writing essays published exclusively on this website
for well over three years now. When I started to write, I wasn't really sure what I wanted to present to my new worldwide audience, I didn't have any real direction as to what I wanted to do here. I thought a Weblog (now universally refered to as a BLOG) might be a good idea.
On my seemingly never-ending journey across the web, I meet many people monetising their blogs by sharing space with sponsors. There are a number of companies who will populate your "free" space with commercials. If you write interesting stories, provide interesting material or have informative content, people will come to your site to read, be entertained, argue and learn. And if the sponsor provides relevant advertisements, you (and she/he) can make some money.
Harnessing the power of Web II the current 'in' terminology) allows content generated by others to be displayed on your sites. That's what Web II is. Rather than producing "static" websites in the classic style, you allow anyone out there in the Internetland to write for you. This is great for monetising, as obviously the more pages you fill, the bigger your site, the more advertising "area" you achieve, the greater the variety in your texts and more money you bring in. QED -- quod erat demonstrandum.
One morning I said to myself, well what the heck, I'll start a blog too, write a few stories, optimize them so the web searches point to me. I won't make it too interesting so people won't mind clicking out and away on the adverts, and I can make a few bucks in the deal. An Internet magnet, so to speak.
But things never work out as you plan. In the words of the old Yiddish saying, Men tracht und Gott lacht, roughly translating to "Men plan and God laughs". I would venture to assume that Google's business model isn't what it assumed ten years ago -- businesses and people must be flexible to survive and go with the flow.
But that's OK. As I wrote more and more, I started to become more interested in the creative aspects of writing than in the financial side. Maybe art is art and creativity is creativity, and I use the same skills to write creatively that I use to produce fine-art photography. To my mind, art is the ability of an 'artist' to look at an existant object in this world, and using whichever God-given skill or method they possess, and reproduce it in an 'artificial' form. This can be done with a lump of stone to produce sculpture, a blob of mud on a potter's wheel, a paint applied to a stretched piece of canvas or a camera viewfinder.
If the artist sees the end product in her mind's eye, and she can create a work of art. Writing falls into the same category. The writer creates a word picture, allowing the reader to smell the salt spray, feel the fog blowing on her face or feel the thunder vibration of a mob of passing brumbies.
So what I really have here, right from the beginning, is more a collection of short stories than a 'classic' blog. (That's got to be an anachronism -- blogs haven't been around for long enough to be "classic" -- but that's the age in which we live -- thing get compressed in time and place.)
I have not created a diary, nor a reporting system for any political philosophy. My writings cover much and varied ground. My past, my thoughts, my childhood, my hates, peeves, hatreds, loves, my family, our collective history . . . all presented in full technicolor on this wide screen.
Answers.com defines a blog (weblog) as a website which displays in chronological order, the postings by one or more individuals, and usually has links to comments on specific postings. Now, some fifty stories later, I certainly do not have a blog.
I believe what I have produced here is a collection of creative writing. A body of stories. What the Okkers call "spinning a good yarn". The fruit of a storyteller. I intend to entertain; I am not scared to say what I think, and I don't mind being insulting or mean if I feel the chronicle is enhanced by it, or that this is how I recall the events. Life wasn't always easy and everyone wasn't always nice.
Parenthetically, I should say here that whatever I write is my own take on events and sometimes (not always) I may embellish the truth to improve the story line. I do not claim to be writing history (but sometimes that is exactly what I am doing).
Many cultures have story telling traditions. Civilisations pass their heritage to future generations via narratives; elders relating to a younger generation. Even the Talmud contains stories that must be more meaningful than they appear. There is an oral tradition. See, for example, the wonderous tales of Rabba bar bar Hana -- and the take of the Vilna Gaon.
Rav Nachman of Breslov said, "The world says 'Stories are meant to help you sleep'. But I say, 'Stories are meant to wake you up!'" Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach said, "The essence of a story is understanding life."
Please enjoy my writings, my stories, my yarns. Please let me know how they come across; I love to receive feedback and may publish some of it with my comments. If you enjoy my stories, feel free to pass them on to your friends, relatives and acquaintances. After all art, both my stories and my photographs have been created to be enjoyed.
And remember, anything I write here is my humble opinion and only represents my thinking and understanding, and is not that of any organisation for whom I may work, consult to or do anything else for. [Terrible -- prepositions at the end of a sentence!]
Please at your leisure.
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Here is a list of my latest writings. Please stay tuned for more. I don't date them because my work is timeless. Seriously though, unless I indicate otherwise, as this is not a blog, when it was written should not effect your reading. Occasionally I'll give you clue to a timeline.
- Another Year, Another Narrative An Annual Introspection
- My Visit to Cameroon a very Jewish experience
- Yet Another Year Interesting and Challenging
- Shots from Africa Jewish Questions and Answers from Africa
- Praying for the Sick or Obnoxious Facebook Friends
- A Strange Savings Bank The Israel summer time wars -- religious or not so
- Another Year Has Passed Answering the Eternal Question
- My Facebook Photography Group
- Letter by my late father-in-law, Shalom Baruch, Sam Fisher
from Palestine Israel to his grandfather in Warsaw, Poland
- My late father-in-law, Shalom Baruch, Sam Fisher
- And even more on My Lettuce Eating Habits
and on the True Story of the Demise of Gush Katif
- More on My Lettuce Eating Habits
and on the True Story of the Demise of Gush Katif
- Why I don't Eat Lettuce or The True Story of the Demise of Gush Katif
- An Israeli School Boy Faces the Atrocities
of Jewish Life in Poland
- A Travelogue: Visiting the "new" Jews of Africa -- Arrival to Africa -- Six Chapters
- Traps for Young Wedding Players -- a short guide to perplexed prospectives
- The End of Days -- The Ultimate Fulfilment of Prophecy
- Would the Real Menachem Kuchar Please Stand or Who am I?
- On Leaven, Sourdough, S'or and Hamets
- A Life Saved by Dog Biscuits
- More on Capos -- A moral dilemma
- The Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing But . . . by Howard Nissen
- The Truth Always Comes Out in the End -- Or does it?
- Remembering my Father on Yet Another Anniversary of His Death -- Yartzeit and Kaddish -- An examination of Death
- The Rise of Fair Consumerism in Israel -- From the perspective of both the buyers and of the sellers -- The saga of a rug purchase
- The Tale of the Sage and His Beadle
- A Search for Meaning in the Expanse -- How significant is a link in a chain?
- A Short History of Computational Machines, via my Israeli eyes
- The History of My Family via My Grandmother's Candlesticks
- A Short History of Computational Machines, via my Israeli eyes
- Our Sages Tell Us Our Name is Engraved on Our Very Souls -- Our name is our very essense
- Ultimately It Boils Down to Greed and Stupidity -- Doesn't it always?
- Capos, Kapos and Nazi Murder Revisited -- How do Holocaust victims, and how should we, relate to Capos?
- On Fasting and Feasting on Tisha b'Av-Transition to the End of Days, the Messianic Era or Let the Festivities Begin
- Facebook conversations with Australian political novices and Hungarian rotten egg eaters -- how many degrees of separation?
- Simulating Reality, Prophecy and Physics Revisited -- "You don't ever want a crisis to go to waste; it's an opportunity to do important things that you would otherwise avoid." -- Rahm Emanuel
- Today is the 17th Day of Tamuz -- Why do we bother fasting?
- What the Price of Privacy -- Why do we insist on spying on ourselves?
- Who Will Ascend the Mountain of the Lord, Who Will Stand Erect in His Holy Place -- He who has clean hands and a pure heart, who has not sworn in vain against My soul and who has not acted with deceit
- Simulating Reality -- Responses and discussion on the original post
- Facebook and Styrofoam -- Man is a Social Creature
- Simulating Reality -- "I, at any rate, am convinced that He does not throw dice"
- Why Do Jews Love a Free Lunch? Anything, Anywhere and with Anyone
- The Present and Future of Communications and Social Media -- and the Messianic Age
- The Putrid Parable of the Capped CupCakes -- A picky porcine person's particularly prickly problematic predicament
- The New World Order via the Prophets of Israel
- It's All About The Dimensions, Three -- No Actually Four because it doesn't go away with time
- The Place of the Holy Temple Today
- The Road from Presov to Kosice -- A Mere Sixty Kilometres or an Eternity?
- Writing and Divine Providence
- The Damsel in Distress: The Distressing deTale
- It's a Matter of How You Say It
- On Matza, Soccer Balls and Red Wine or How long is a piece of string?
- Woosh, Plump, Ploop, Shhhhh
- On the Psychology of Sex and Wombats
- Stay Away from Bureaucracy. It will swallow you alive
- Noachide Meat -- Have we overstepped our dominion?
- Ode to a Body Plethysmograph or How to Manage a Hospital
- "My Life Story" by Edith Duci Gluck Kuchar Schwartz
- A Eulogy
- The Power of the Web -- Finding a manuscript and a family
- Another Year Has Passed -- Happy Birthday
- Why I Like to Photograph Reflections or Why Do I Always Do Things in Reverse?
- Interview with Me in Midrasz Magazine published in Poland
- A DisKosher Disdelight -- Almost eating out on Broadway
- What Was the Crime of the Sodomites? Jingoism, xenophobia or sodomy?
- The more things change, the more they stay the same -- On Babel, the New World Order, One World Government, Carbon Trading and Socialism
- Wednesday What I Meant to Say -- Facebook and being Political Correctness
- Monday On Spaghetti Makers, French Management and Assessing Personality
- Tuesday My Holocaust Survivor Friends Tell It As It Is
- Wednesday Three Holocaust Experiences:
My friends tell me their stories
- Thurday "What Hath God Wrought" -- Language Detectives at Work
- Friday, erev Rosh haShana "The End is Nigh" --
The clock ticks on -- another step towards the Final Redemption
- Sunday Preying on the Aged. Like Jeffrey Archer's Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less
On Speaking Hebrew: How to pronounce Hebrew words correctly and why this is important
- Wednesday The Human Cost of International Travel -- Jet Lag
- Friday I Love Gush Katif Cherry Tomatoes -- Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink
- Sunday More of Menachem on Meditation -- Pure meditation techniques from the first Jew
- Wednesday What Makes a Soul? -- Will this be the last Tisha b'Av?
- Sunday Menachem on Meditation -- I didn't intend to worship idols
- Friday A Taxi Ride From Hevron to Yerushalayim -- or smuggling Jews into the Holy City
- Thursday What if my Liver were to Explode Half Way Through the Event? -- Government Sponsored Citizen Rip-Offs
- Wednesday You're Known by the Company You Keep -- We were only taking back what was rightfully ours
- Sunday How Much Would You Pay to Get a Million Dollars?
- Monday A Most Humbling, Though Frustrating Experience
- Thursday What Do Coffee, Tomatoes and Red Wine Have in Common?
- Tuesday They're Out to Kill Us! and no, I am not paranoid.
- Sunday Liars, Damned Liars and Insurance Agents
- Friday On Messier Madoff and Ponzi and all those who were sucked in
- Thursday A Time to Pick Sides -- the time to sit on the fence has ended
- Tuesday Of HUSSEIN Obama, Elie Wiesel, Cairo and Buchenwald
- Monday Hevron in Those Days and Now
- Sunday The Secret Art of Bread Making
and preparation of edible food
- Monday The Conquest of Hevron, the City of Our Forefathers
- Tuesday My First Writing Anniversary: Torah V'Avodah
- Monday Whose Land Is This?
- Thursday Capos, Kapos and Nazi Murder Inc.
Could the Germans have done it on their own?
- Monday The Entire World Must be Upside Down!
Passover Eve in Yerushalayim
- Wednesday The Shattering of the Myth -- the Jews of the Galut/Disapora and the Jews of Israel
- Holocaust Memorial Day Smuggling out of the Soviet Block
- Monday The Smell Just Isn't Going Away
- Wednesday Skeletons in My Closet or I think I may smell a rat
- Thursday Some Benefits in Discovering Your Long Lost Relatives
- Sunday Lust and the Use of the F Word
- Thursday The Edomite Nation in Our Time
- Tuesday -- Purim Having a Happy Purim and Surviving Mishloach Manot
- Wednesday The Morality of Diet and Humane Eating -- How a Jew should view eating to live
- Monday Memories of my Father
- Friday The Edomite Nation in Our Time
- Wednesday Cogito ergo sum -- I Think, Therefore I Am; I Don't Think, Therefore Perhaps I Am Not -- What's all this Doublespeak?
- Tuesday Vibrant Colours and the Return of a King to Israel
- Sunday My Uncle the Soccer Star
- Thursday Preparing Pizza for Our Soldiers
- Tuesday The Moon is Made of Green Cheese
- Monday The Conned Con Artist or "He who laughs last, laughs best
- Thursday Confessions After Fifty-Six Years of . . .
- Tuesday Where am I? or perhaps Who am I?
- Wednesday in New York On-board a Transatlantic Flight: Thoughts on different Art Forms
- Monday Hidden Beneath a Cowshed -- Chapter II
- Sunday Hidden Beneath a Cowshed -- Chapter I
- Wednesday America Deposes One Hussein and Elects Another
- Tuesday Is My Phobia of Fat Men Normal? Am I a racist?
- Sunday Plagiarism, Theft, Larceny, Fraud and Impersonation -- On the web and at university
- Wednesday A Clandestine Affair -- Are we in the U.S.S.R. or something?
- Friday Three Old Friends, a Sewing Machine and a Kidnapping
- Sunday So what's in a Name
- The Friday after Rosh haShana, 5769 Returning Home after a Lengthy Absence
- Monday Another Uncle and Another, Very Different, Holocaust Experience
- Thursday An Art Exhibition and a Slice of Pizza for an Israeli Pizza for an Israeli Soldier
- Tuesday The Fear of Revenge and the Great Flood of 1959 revisited after Thirty Years
- Sunday Vintage Lenses on Digital Cameras -- a critque
- Wedneday It's Absolutely Not Only About Numbers
Please tell me something -- or at least have a look at my galleries
(each gallery from a different part of the world
or of a different theme -
Eating Out in Bangkok,
worship in Thailand,
Sydney Harbour and Beaches,
New York and non location themes:
the World in Reflection and
Actualities in Black & Orange).
I've also produced two benchers, birchonim:
Gush Katif and