Jewish life in Rybnitsa – or in other Moldovan cities like Chisinau or Balti or Tiraspol – isn’t what we consider avant-garde.
Two hours before closing time on a Friday afternoon, three members of a Hasidic family walked into Pat Fairhurst’s pickle shop in a heavily Orthodox Jewish section of Boro Park, tempted by the sweet and sour pickles nesting in brine in big plastic barrels.
An e-mail inbox flooded with hate mail and death threats might force some people to consider a career change, but Rabbi David Nesenoff sees it as an opportunity.
As a young girl, filmmaker Heather Quinlan ate her first knish during a visit with her father to the Staten Island Zoo — an Irish family eating a Jewish food in an Italian borough. At the time, she didn’t see the irony.
When Israeli filmmakers Ezry Keydar and Nadav Ben Israel began making a documentary about a Bedouin man hoping to repopularize camel races, they had no idea his cause would become their fight, too.
Despite high-profile cancellations by the Pixies, Gorillaz and the Klaxons, the PiC.NiC music festival in Tel Aviv played host yesterday to Editors — and the band took to its online forum after the concert to call the performance “one of the most memorable shows of our career.”
The Pixies in 1988 sang about being “stuck … out here on the Gaza Strip” in the song “River Euphrates,” but the alternative rock band has canceled a planned concert in Israel after an international outcry over the May 31 flotilla raid.
Jesse James and ex-mistress Michelle “Bombshell” McGee are at it again – Nazi apologism, that is.
It is an essay that has lit up the blogosphere. And the reason is at least as much because of who wrote it as because of what he wrote. Yet the specific targets of his criticism remain silent.
At first glance, the carton is unremarkable: boxy and white, with a crudely sketched pastoral scene printed on the front — a forlorn bovine lounging in a pasture.