Golder’s Green is the most heavily Jewish area of London, and is the center of the Heredi (ultra-Orthodox) here. All Judaism in London seems to radiate out from Golder’s Green. Hendon, which is just slightly further North, is also very Kosher, and Hampstead, which is just slightly to the south, is not very kosher but [...]
Archive for September, 2008
Golder’s Green
Posted in Uncategorized on September 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Golder’s Green for Supper
Posted in Uncategorized on September 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Rachel Zeno comes in today. We’re going (if she’s not too tired) to Golder’s Green for super, to get as Jewish as we may as well, since its time we integrated.
Bus 13
Posted in Uncategorized on September 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Bus 13 goes up the from Adlywich to Golder’s Green station. It goes up Regent Street and down Oxford Street and climbs the big hill that the Finchley Road goes up. It goes right between my library, my campus, and my dorm. It would be perfect. It would be ideal. Unfortunately, its either evil or [...]
Hit by a Bicycle
Posted in Uncategorized on September 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Today is the first rainy day in London, and I walked down the road to the underground station because the bus wouldn’t come and wouldn’t come (if you keep reading, you’ll hear the tales of my epic mental battles with Bus 13). I took the train that is the most crowded in the world (crowded [...]
Adventure Run
Posted in Uncategorized on September 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Oh no! I’m home just in time to run, let’s go!
Me: I’m going out of the park.
My Father: No, let’s not go out of the park, let’s run under the bridge.
Me: No, I’m not running under the bridge after dark in the park in the middle of the city to be killed, I’m running out [...]
Suit
Posted in Uncategorized on September 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My Father: How does David buy his shirts?
Me: He’s picky. He needs “double-cuffs” or like, shirts that need cuff links.
My Father: Whoa. He’s on style-level four already.
Me: And he needs a cut away collar, like, a collar that cuts away rather than that has a wide gap for the tie.
My Father: What? Oh no. He’s [...]
Al Quaida
Posted in Uncategorized on September 8, 2008 | 1 Comment »
My Mother: So, Jamel, where are you from?
Jamel (the cab driver): I’m from Pakistan.
My Mother: Oh! What brought you to London?
Jamel: There is a better life here. I can make more money and buy better food. My mother and family is here. It is a better life here.
My Mother: Now, Jamel, let me ask you [...]
Weather Report
Posted in Uncategorized on September 7, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The British check the weather report more often than Americans. Anyone you meet says “Oh, we should do xyz, we’ll check the weather”. The irony, though, is that the weather report always says that it will rain. It always says that it will rain because it is always going to rain on this little island [...]
Keep Reading
Posted in Uncategorized on September 6, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Keep reading, because I’m going to start writing again soon, with lots of interesting things to say about graduate school. At the moment, all I can say is that my heart hurts with the crushing pain that being foreign and sad brings about, but I’m sure that this will pass as soon as I get [...]
