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May 18, 2004

Toronto, Day 9

Mayer and Pinki come home today. Marv will take Dora and me to the airport at 1:30 and hopefully we will overlap so that I get to see them before getting on the plane for New York. It's just after 7:00 am, overcast, trees in the back yard gently swaying, and I'm here with my cup of coffee and the The National Post.

hezbollah.jpeg Just read the article on the Hezbollah ad "The Passion of the Iraquis," which appeared on their satellite station, Al-Manar. It shows the terrifying photograph of the hooded Iraqui prisoner to the music from Mel Gibson's The Passion, with the flashing words "no mercy" and "no compassion." It is of interest to Canadians because the composer, Jack Lenz, is a Canadian and he is appalled not only by the ad, but also by the film--had he to do it over again, he wouldn't. Must send the article to my religion and media colleagues at NYU. I grabbed the image from the BBC site.
Dora is still upstairs, actually awake, but not ready to start the day. Last night Danny and the boys took us to dinner at Mayer's favorite Chinese restaurant--all you can eat for $7.99--in a shopping mall on Shepherd, perfect for the boys, who piled their plates and dipped into the freezer for ice cream. Doron contemplated his stash, noting everything on his plate, in layers, and tucked in. I only regret that I did not take my camera so I could properly blog our festive meal. We talked about Tikkun, as Danny and Tsafi attended a meeting last week. Noam graduates high school and is getting ready for the prom--he would rather invite his best friend, a guy, than a girlfriend. It is an important time for him--end of high school, end of NFTY, and the start of university. Doron is driving! And, next year he will run for regional song leader of NFTY. He has expressed interest in guitar lessons. He has already taught himself a lot and is playing beautifully.

Posted by BKG at May 18, 2004 08:00 AM

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