“Welcome, and thank you for flying El-Al,” a snarky flight attendant says through a tortured smile. After briefing us on the minimal safety precautions and talking us through the in-flight entertainment menu (“Don’t Mess with the Zohan” and “Fiddler on the Roof,” naturally), we are whisked away on Sivan Hadari’s jet-setting adventure of self-discovery.
MacDougal Street today can hardly be described as paradise. Crammed with NYU students jostling for falafel, or the bridge-and-tunnel crowd fighting for a seat at Panchito’s, it’s difficult to picture the street as a hub of subversion and artistry. But once upon a time, it was.
Photo by Jonathan Slaff
It is always inspiring to see the amount of new theater being developed in New York. Though not always commercially or artistically successful, new plays are heartening; their presence suggests that there are brave artists out in the world who will continue to create, seemingly unscathed by the cruelties of “the business.” These artists make for a positive evening at the theater.
Photo by Carol Rosegg
Photo by Leon Sokoletski
Erik Lieberman and Delphi Harrington in ‘For Elise.’ Photo by Gerry Goodstein.
Each year at Passover we gather together, crack the door a bit, and break bread of the unleavened variety. It is a celebration of freedom, of tradition, and a reminder of those ties that bind.
Though Yom Kippur has come and gone, minds are still turned to the past year’s wrongdoings, large and small infractions alike. But what happens when you must evaluate your whole life? What do you apologize for? What do you regret? Whom do you forgive?
Oh to be a freshman once again! To run down to the dining hall for some afternoon munchies, to study long into the night, to be young and reckless and unfamiliar with everything! Were we ever that naive? Were we ever that unprepared? Were we ever that confused?