Monday, July 31, 2006

Some Summer Background

I started this blog not actually thinking about the reality that if I ever got any readers I'd have to start updating it. Here goes.

This summer I am living in Cambridge directing St. James's Summer Shelter. We're a PBHA program and we operate in St. James's church in Porter Square. We straddle the line between being a trransitional and an emergency homeless shelter and as the summer progresses we start to lean increasingly towards the emergency side. My co directors are Eric, who went home to Georgia recently, and Judy H., who still remains to hold up the fort with me/in spite of me. Judy is great to work with, is an incredible friend, and also happens to be Josh's girlfriend.

We're both at the shelter Sunday-Thursday, 6-11pm. We set up the place, welcome guests, collect free dinner fromt he back of Annenberg, dish dinner out, save leftovers, play scrabble, and sometimes manage crises. We also have case management meetings with guests to talk about their longer term plans for housing, employment, addiction, etc. At 10pm we are replaced by two of our 14 superstar supervisors, who then stay on duty until 8am. There are also a corp of semi-skittish high school volunteers who hang out, wash dishes, play games, and talk with guests. They are a lot of fun and often have interesting/rediculous questions about college and Harvard.

Oh! Oh! I almost forgot. I drive an ENORMOUS 12 seater van. I love it. There are a few of them we rotate on each day with other PBHA programs, they are a pain in the ass to get a hold of sometimes, the creak, they slide, the brakes aren't great, they are scratched, they are very hard to back up in without hitting things. (especially when I don't tell Judy to stop in time ;) ) And- I love them. I fell like a monster truck driver in them- probably explains why Judy always wants to drive when we're together.

During the day. I am also really busy. Grants, fundraising, emails, interviewing applicants, supply shopping, managing the supervisor projects- that one needs more attention, writing recommendations for guests to longer term programs, tracking down a van for the evening, and just spinnning my head around what needs to be done.

Since Eric left I've been living in Leverrett House F-tower. Before that I lived for a month with my friends Shimon and Jay in Rabbi Avi, the Hillel rabbi's apartment. It was awsome living there! I had a kitchen! I cooked Shabbos dinner for 11 a bunch of times- chicken, gaucamole, rice, salad, veggies, brownies, the works- not to mention breakfast and general weekday cooking. It was amazing and I was very sad to leave the place. My sister even gave me a recipe index card container filled with great dishes for my 21st birthday- fabulous.

Ok- I think that's a decent backdrop for future posts. More soon! I miss all of you guys and love reading about all your adventures!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

what now?

The world seems so lonely right now. There are bright moments too, but the bleakness is certainly commanding my attention for the time being.

The problems the clients and applicants to the shelter are dealing with make my own issues pale in comparison. Addiction, serious mental illness, abandonment, childhood abuse, divorce, social ineptitude. I feel ill equiped to help these people. What's more- there are some of them who I desperately want to help, but have a tough time getting through the fact that they annoy me to no end! I want to help you, but I'm not your secretary! And thinking that someone like me will be that for you somewhat demonstrates why you are still homeless! It is maddenning.

And Israel! Oy Israel. Desperate homeland. sweet gem in an abyss. Chosen land. What is that? Such a designation. Things are sucking so muh there right now. 1 million people evacuated from their homes to bomb shelters. 90 rockets over the border in a single day. Druz and Arab kids injured and killed too. What a brotherhood. So what's the response? Well- let's trudge north, take out the missiles, and try to get our kidnapped boys again. Great plan right? Well... what if all that does is hurt Lebanese kids and keep them in shelters too? Maybe we get some missiles and militants too. Great. But maybe in the process we're pulling the plug on the only emerging democracy in the region, strengthening a terrorist organization, and forcing the middle class to emigrate out of the country so that it can be inherited by those who really can't tolerate us on their border. Now what?

So what do we do? Twiddle our thumbs while they threaten to launch south of Haifa? Level Hizbollah despite the cost to civilians in the crossfire? Not a picnic of choices. What's worse, I've been feeling that either way the world is a really whacked place. I've also taken to getting really teary eyed during individual conversations with shelter guests- also not ideal for case management.

Then sometimes I think of yall out there on wild adventures. And music. I remember music- and sing and smile.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

some pictures

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Here I am in front of the Artists' Wall in Kikar Rabin in Tel Aviv. Kind of Patriotic looking.















This photo really cracks me up.