Saturday, February 11, 2023

What I read at age 12

 

My uncles in Buenos Aires had a collection of pre-WWII Szinhazi Elet (an illustrated magazine of the thirties, from Budapest). I read them all voraciously. It dealt mostly with the celebrities of the day, the Austro-Hungarian titled aristocracy, and fashions of London and New York (of impossibly tall and slim gentlemen and ladies), although the Budapest theater life and readership was Jewish. But Jews, identifiable as such, figure only in humor section. Yet, in Buenos Aires 1959, I was able to read between the lines and enjoy the wit of that lost world. My world. 

Thursday, February 9, 2023

Find the Escape Hatch!


 Damals, 1937, gab es Juden in Berlin, die beschlossen, den Sturm zu überstehen und hier zu bleiben.  Andere nahmen die ersten Boote nach England, in die USA und nach Südamerika.   Wir alle in der nördlichen Hemisphäre stehen jetzt vielleicht vor der gleichen existenziellen Entscheidung.

Meaning: The Ukraine War is becoming WWIII and better look for the fire escape before you find yourself trapped like Berlin 1937 Jews.  By Gilbert Doctorow. 

Israeli Paradox

A client has a problem compliance with the environmental rules, he is paying large fines for excess phosphorus and other elements in his wastewater. It is a kosher meat processing factory. Analyzing the origin of those compliance-unfriendly elements, analyzed the composition of the chemical additives he uses. Basically, it is salt and common food preservatives of the E group (like potassium sorbate). I explained that the additive is perfectly legal in meat and does not harm human health, but it is strictly regulated (forbidden) in sewage. He could not believe the sheer absurdity of it. 

Dorothy Dandridge and Louis Armstrong "Whatcha Say?" 1944

My projects are stuck in the mud


 My projects in Ramat Gan are stuck in the Water Corporation, I complained and now they do not answer me. I am neither advancing in other projects. It is cold outside and I am not walking enough. Frustrating.