Now Playing - The Brews by NoFx "Cause Hey! We're the 'brews/Sporting anti-swastika tattoos!"

Now, for those of you that know me know I really take race/religion/skin colour/sexual orientation and try to have fun with all of them because honestly, if you can't take a step back and look at whatever group you belong to and laugh, well then I really won't talk to you so it's a moot point.

Tonight is Rosh Hashanah (Head of the Year in hebrew) aka jewish new years. It's a time when families come together and really have a good time. It's a very festive time, one of my favourite traditions is to dip an apple (apples being the sweetest fruit available in Israel at the time) in honey tonight to have a sweet new year. Sure I may not practice, but I'll be damned if I didn't buy a bag of apples and some honey specifically so I could do that.

On to the title of my journal... look, you won't get it. I'm cool with that, Christians are a mystery to me (So on Easter, Jesus came back to life as a rabbit who hides chocolate eggs?). So if you don't understand, feel free to ask, and DON'T make assumptions based on what you've seen in tv or movies. I mean, if I tried to learn about any group based on the way they're portrayed in media today, I'd probably get my ass kicked by the group in question (except the Tibetans because well... they're too far away).

I had thanksgiving dinner with my girlfriends' family last year and her aunt who'd never met a jew before I'm betting (Not her fault, she did live in Pickering) actually asked me if I'd ever eaten turkey before. Now, the question was asked with an honest sense of curiosity (and my girlfriend at the time threatened to withhold sex if I misbehaved) so I just speared it with my fork and held it up to the light grunting out like a caveman "TUR-key?" A good laugh was had by all, them by the amusing Heeb, me by the fact someone would actually ask me that.

In conclusion, if you have a question, go ahead feel free to ask me (hmmm, could Ask A Jew be a good journal idea?). Please, I beg of you, don't say something like "Yeah, but on this episode of Frasier..." Really, you just look an idiot.

So that's all for me, Shana Tova, everyone (That's Happy New Year... everyone). I'm working on a really special journal for tomorrow that I'll have up later in the day after Rosh Hashanah lunch with my dear old dad.