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Showing posts with label Shabbat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shabbat. Show all posts

Saturday, December 27, 2025

In-person or Online: Which Is Better?

Yesterday, a childhood neighbor now living in the UK used a messaging app to share a 21-second clip of a game of musical chairs we played with her sister when we were four and five years old. I didn’t win and I looked skyward before plopping down histrionically. I hadn’t thought of that experience in at least 50 years, and I’m 60.

 

 “I love how, apparently...your own beloved daughter is talking in the background—and is older than we were then,” I replied.

 

 “She had gone to get in her pj’s and was scared to miss out on anything!!!! How lovely is this...she watched...and said, “Oh, I wish I was there with you and I also wish I lived when there was no technology.” Ironic because if there were no “technology,” chances are, Helene wouldn’t have shared that home-movie clip with me. I got Helene’s daughter’s point, though: Would the three of us even have played musical chairs back then if there had been colorful screens to stare at? 

 

This morning, at our synagogue’s Shabbat services, Christine Scheinberg gave a beautiful d’var Torah on Parshat Vayigash. “Vayigash” means, “And he approached,” or “And he drew near.” She included references to two Jewish philosophers, Emannuel Levinas and Martin Buber, both of whom were fans of face-to-face interaction. What would the two think about social media?

 

I hope they’d get not only its hazards, but also its affordances, a term my fellow IBM alum, Chuck Hamilton taught me to use. For instance, not every IBMer gets to go on a short- or long-term international assignment, but through virtual-world technology, all can interact immersively with one another no matter the location, and build cultural intelligence in a lower-stakes way. They can make cultural gaffes without causing international incidents and can be corrected by the colleague in the other country without losing face the way they might if the experience had happened in person. 

 

I’m not suggesting virtual-world technology could lead to world peace...or am I?... but before anyone pooh-poohs such interactions, they might ask which is better: zero, immersive access to colleagues in other cultures or relatively inexpensive, immersive access for all?

 

Wow, I didn’t expect to wax on about the virtues of virtual worlds on a Saturday night in 2025. All of that virtual-world technology was at its hottest from the early-mid 2000s. Still, just because something goes out of fashion doesn’t mean its utility is gone. 

 

I’m thinking of fashion and in-person vs. virtual experiences, this evening, also after reading two NYT articles:


The fashion critic who wrote the guest essay yearned for a time when people experimented and created their own styles essentially by first flirting with fashion, not by throwing mindless electronic cash at it. Filling an online cart with fantasy-fashions, she wrote, was a poor substitute for having in-person conversations with retail experts followed by trying on the clothing, then choosing it as consciously as a costume exhibit museum curator—I’m interpreting here.

 

What about during the height of Covid-inspired lockdowns globally? I thought, I might not live long enough to wear new clothes, but also, I have nothing precious to lose by giving myself some easy pleasure before I go. I visited the website of a favorite British brand and ordered four special-kind-of-cotton, gorgeously printed, button-down blouses. While I was at it, I went to the website of an American brand I had admired since childhood, but had never worn due to their super-bold colors, and I bought a pile of skorts, shirts, and pants.

 

Everything fit well and I’m still enjoying all of the items despite not having had the treat of advice from an in-person expert.

 

In the second article, the Business reporter wrote about the “last gasps” of Sears, which took me back to the early years of my career. Sears still operates five stores, but down from 3,400. I worked as a tech writer for Sears Technology Services, the technology arm of Sears, Roebuck and Co. before transferring to IBM when Pat & I moved to Montclair, New Jersey for her Montclair State University CFO job. 

 

Lars Johnson, Werner Weiss, and I designed a home page prototype for Sears in 1995 and thought we were really clever by using, <H2>Come see the cyber side of Sears</H2>, but Sears did not embrace online ordering until after Amazon emerged, and it was too late by then, as the article discussed. For younger readers, I should offer the context that at the time, Sears had a big ad campaign running: “Come see the softer side of Sears” to attract customers to items other than refrigerators.

 

Nerd alert: <H2> was the more conventional way of signifying a level-2 heading in HTML back then, rather than <h2>.

 

Then there’s theatre, which I’ve jumped into over the past five years. What’s better than live theatre in a theatre? Nothing, and yet...

 

First, I wrote all alone, kind of liberated by the thought that no one might ever see the play if Covid never abated. I was free to write anything. Who cared?

 

When vaccines became available, a fellow congregant and I met at the Shabbat dinner of a third congregant and she said, “I know another lesbian playwright. She used to be my neighbor. Would you like to meet her?”

 

“Yes!” The playwright, The Rev. Elaine Blanchard, introduced me to Voices of the South, the theatre company that runs the online Writers’ Workshop I’ve been attending every Monday night for the past three years. If we weren’t online, I’d never have gotten such close mentoring by more advanced playwrights, including Keegon Schuett, who joins from Chicago each Monday. Keegon won the 2024 Yale Drama Prize.

 

Who’s to say what’s more profound: face-to-face experiences or online experiences with people from anywhere in the world? Which is better? I think the answer is Yes.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Have You Been Here Before?

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Yes, Five Years Ago

I push this new friend's shoulder playfully and say, "Don't wait another five years to come back!"

"Well, I'm from Berlin," she says and I feel silly.

"Ah, well...."

Pat & I are headed out of Shabbat services last night when I see a woman, standing by herself near the exit. Is she an older version of a young woman I knew when I lived in Jerusalem? I look at her like she looks familiar, but then realize she's not. She's not at all old enough to be that friend.

She has thick, nearly black hair to just above her shoulders; dark, twinkling eyes; is almost slight in physique at a quick glance; and is a few inches shorter, and many years younger, than I.

"Lots of young Israeli lesbians are coming to Berlin..." she says when I ask her how big the community is where she's from. I'm trying to act casual about her homeland, but it's still wild to me to meet a young, Jewish person, let alone a young, Jewish lesbian, from Germany -- it's just the generation I'm from, I guess, but I'm still stuck in a Holocaust time-warp when I least expect it.

"I was in Hamburg once, but just overnight for a focus group, for business," I say, and she becomes excited that I've been to Germany. "I've been told that when I go back, I really need to see Berlin."

"Yes, definitely, you should," she says, looking at both of us.

Pat recalls that a congregant's family is from Germany and that he gave a Torah from the family to the local, re-built synagogue in the town they were from.

I bring him over to meet her. Pat & I want to leave in any case, as that's how we spotted the woman at the exit in the first place, but we don't like to ignore strangers.

Once the woman and he begin speaking in German, I excuse us. The woman looks anxious and I say, "Are you on Facebook?"

"No, I've not wanted to be, but I can see that I'm going to need to be before long....Let's exchange e-mail addresses, in case you come to Berlin."

"Sure." I write down Pat's and mine and she writes hers -- her name spelled backwards.

Wow, a young, Jewish lesbian, living in Berlin today....Humanity hosts so many stories.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Shabbat Chillaxin'

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Shabbat (Sabbath) Eve Possibilities

  • Lounging, Lazy-boy-by-Lazy-boy with Pat, catching up on Tivo'ed shows
  • Seeing if my friend Amy will help me help my Second Life avatar to become presentable
  • Sticking my face against the cool screen of the closest window for a minute, to stare at the marvelous Japanese Maple tree in our yard and to smell post-rain spring
  • Reading "The Columbia Spectator" cover to cover and Teachers College newsletters
  • Learning more about Kafka from Louis Begley
  • Reading more of Motherless Brooklyn pre-sleep
  • Ignoring the crawling text of CNN
  • Daydreaming about Pat's and my upcoming vacation with our Floridian friends
  • Going to bed relatively early
  • Petting a curled-up kitty
  • Being mesmerized by the design of a curled-up kitty's tabbie fur
  • Visiting all of the new plants that Pat bought at the plant-sale where she volunteered all day; was she the best customer, too?
  • Calling my mother to see how her day was
  • Speaking with my 16-year-old nephew Zach about his sitar-love....

Friday, March 7, 2008

Spending the Sabbath Half-Peacefully

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Blogging and Chatting

"What's our boy, doing on TV, crying?"

"Hang on, Sam. Here's Pat," I tell my neighbor, passing the phone to her.

They talk about Brett Favre's press conference, where he announces his retirement, and then Pat tells me upon hanging up, "C'mon, we're going over there right now to give him the cheese-head [we bought him when we were in Green Bay recently]."

We do, and nearly an hour later, I'm back on the blog. Tonight, from here on, is all about watching DVDs of, perhaps, "The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter" and "The Naked Civil Servant," as we have skipped synagogue due to the rain and exhaustion of the week; yesterday, we called in for our rabbi to include my mom in the list of people to pray for their restored health, and on Saturday, we'll go to Stamford to visit her, but otherwise, I need to chill out this shabbat.

My mother is going to need knee surgery, but not till the MRSA she colonized in her nose departs in 10 or more days, and they're waiting for the culture to come back from the gash in her shin. My sister Kathy thinks I'm going through the Anger stage of Kubler-Ross' stages of grief, but I know I don't want to feel angry anymore tonight. None of my feelings feel rational right now. I just want to relax. Seeing our neighbors Margaret and Sam helped me do that.

Friday, July 20, 2007

More Indian MTV Magic

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Elliptical Work Made Fun in the Fitness Center Today

Here are more samples of music/movies to which I exercised this morning:

I love hearing music while being driven across Bangalore daily, too. Radio Indigo is "Your favorite radio station in the whole world."

Pat's watching The British Open and I'm stalling to avoid entering my expenses for reimbursement. Tonight, I was humming along to a Bon Jovi song and to one by George Michael, thinking about how if this were a Friday night in the States, Pat and I would more likely be singing liturgy aloud with the rest of our congregation.