Have you heard of ebru, the Asian art of paper marbling? Though it probably didn’t originate in Turkey, it is a huge deal there. I saw a demonstration of it in Austin at the Raindrop Turkish House a few years back, and during our recent trip to Istanbul, I was reminded of and inspired by this amazing art form. Watch this video to see how it’s done by master Turkish artisan Seyit Uygur.
Apparently, ebru is a big thing right now, but it is really difficult and messy, and, if I remember correctly, somehow involves animal fat, so if you’re feeling adventurous, try this gorgeous simplified version using nail polish from the brilliant mind of Jasmine over at Scissors Paper Stone.
My sister (Thanks, Abs!) recently sent me a really interesting article about a mysterious Bronze Age structure, twice the size of Stonehenge, that they have found at the bottom of the Sea of Galilee. The Galilee is one of my favorite regions of the country, and I’ve become really interested in archaeology since volunteering on the dig at the Magdala Project last year. Now I’m really interested in underwater archaeology. Might be time to scare up some scuba gear and head up north.
My father-in-law in Ecuador recently sent me this lovely video of a really classy take on a flashmob at a nearby hospital here in Jerusalem. (Gracias, Suegrito!) I think it’s a little funny that a Jewish orchestra at a Jewish institution is playing a selection from The Nutcracker, but the music is lovely and, as always, the spectators’ reactions are priceless.
(Photo: Beth of Traveling Through the Stars)
I just realized that I have spent an inordinate amount of time gawking at gorgeous Dutch flowers online lately. I guess it’s just that time of year. I have a dear friend, Beth, who actually lives in the Netherlands (and blogs over at Traveling Through the Stars) and who recently took her folks to see the Dutch National Flower Show: a place where Dutch people fear to tread. Another blogger I like, Nadia of Love, Live and Garden, recently posted about the flower fields of Holland. And in case you missed this phenomenal showcase of miracles of Creation and places so beautiful you won’t believe they exist, get over there right away (and don’t forget to especially gawk at the colors of the Dutch flower field in the second photo).
Sorry to any male readers that were totally girled out by that whole flower thing in number 4. I’d better up the testosterone around here pretty quick:
That’s better. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Thanks for this one goes to Hevel’s post at KosherKola on Jerusalem Day earlier this week and Meg’s comment on my Ascension Day post (and if you haven’t seen Meg’s blog, Held by His Pierced Hands, you need to drop everything and get over there right now). Both reminded me of a lovely Matisyahu song based on the Bible verse I always remember when I stand on that outlook on the Mount of Olives: “If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget. May my tongue stick to my palate if I do not remember you.” (Psalm 137)
Have you heard of this musician? (The Wikpedia page on him is worth checking out, if only for the funny story of why we should thank his rabbi for letting him continue to use what he thought was his Jewish name, rather than his actual Jewish name, Feivish Hershel.) He’s American, a Reconstructionist-Jew-turned-whole-nine-yards-haredi-turned-not, and his music, while undeniably Jewish, is well within the realm of reggae. And he’s a pretty decent beatboxer. (And when I say, “pretty decent,” what I really mean is, “Wow, cool!”)
Why are you still reading this? Let’s listen to the song.
(תודה to Hevel for showing me this acoustic version. There’s another great version on Matisyahu’s YouTube page.)
But this particular song “One Day,” is actually my favorite by Matisyahu. I also really like this sweet video set to the song. Isra’s Get Happy Challenge this week is to give something back, so let this help inspire you.
Have a wonderful weekend!
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