Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Another thought dump

Yes, I'm doing this again. I walk around my place and jot down every halfway, unvetted thought that pops in my head and then I'm left with random pieces of paper (and paper plates) emblazoned with idiocy. It is more efficient if I type the stupidity up and keep it in one place so a carefully detonated EMP can destroy all my worst ideas at once.

1. Is there a log of NFL coverage broken down by the number of replays after the initial play? I'm not talking about scoring plays or flagged plays (or injuries), but for the run of the mill play, I'd like to see how the number of replays correlates to the type opf play.

2. Watching more football. I got offended on behalf of the athletes. The commentator kept insisting "that's a play he has to make" or "he should have done X in that situation." This professional is making a split second decision and asking his muscle memory and finest of motor skills to operate with a tolerance of fractions of a second and fractions of an inch. And burly men are bearing down on him, and he's wearing a helmet which reduces mobility and vision. You are sitting wearing a suit. Shut up and sit down. On the flip side, hey football player -- you are getting paid more in a year than I'll make in a lifetime. Catch the ball.

3. I was considering the way movies show us the dynamics of a "team." There is the required racial and gender diversity with each person playing an archetypical role. Then, the relationships between them, their jokes and tensions, their backstories and quirks, make the characters real. And this is why it used to be more the rule not to show these aspects of the bad guys' networks. We don't want to see them with redeeming qualities or human values. We want to feel good about killing them so don't tell me that they prefer vanilla or have a toothache, or a school performance to attend. Think back to the movies you watched in which there are bad guys (especially in a group). Are they as fleshed out as the good guys? [note -- in Die Hard, the extra bits we see are of the villauins doubling down on villainy]

4. I think that it is impossible to throw a Hail Mary pass in football and not find some pass intereference (offensive or defensive).

5. Which Infinity Stone would you want to misuse and how/why?

Sunday, December 29, 2024

As Dark as Dark can be

Warning -- if you are easily offended or triggered by dark humor, discussions of death and disease and like that, skip this one. But first, send me money. That's the tl;dr of this. You have been warned.

I think we all know that I'm falling apart. I have had surgeries on both feet and on my back. My shoulder is doing ok, but my back is acting up again. I'm sitting, typing this while wearing a heating pad that doubles as a weight belt. My back still hurts and I'm heavy. Mission accomplished. I originally figured that I get my bad back from my dad. Genetics and all. But if I recall correctly, my dad hurt his back in some sort of vehicular accident. I don't think you can inherit injuries like that unless evolution is actually some sort of Lamarckian joke.

But once I started thinking about genetics, I started to consider what else I would get from my parents. I missed out on the "no discernable butt" gene that my dad had. I have a double helping on that front, i.e. back. I'm balding, just like (eventually) both my parents. And that points to the big C.

Cancer lives well in my family. That's just an historical fact. Grandfather (mom's side) had it. Uncle (mom's side) had it. Mom had it. Dad had it. And they didn't just have 1 -- no, they were polycancerists and believed that one should sample all the cancers that life has to offer. Cancer dilettantes maybe, but I prefer to call them generalists. A Jack of all Cancers, as it were.

The way I figure it, all sorts of conditions and diseases are vying for the chance to take me down, but the cancer family has a real head start. I also figure that cancer is an expensive disease, as one has to spend all that money on wigs and marijuana, and I'm guess that that adds up. I won't add it up because that's math, something which I fear more than cancer, so I'll just let you imagine someone adding up the costs of my care. I figure it won't be cheap because I want brand name chemo, not the generic stuff.

How am I going to pay for all that, you might ask. And it would be a good question, so here's the plan:

I am starting a lottery. You pay an an entry fee of $10 and can put in a guess as to the type, location, date of diagnosis or date of death.  More entries and you can make more guesses!

The winner of each category will get one eighth of the collected entry fees. I get half and the remaining half is split among the 4 winners (random drawing of correct entries in the event of a tie).

Maybe I'll set up odds. Pancreas is more likely, but the dark horse of tongue cancer pays off much better.

So step right up, pay your way and make a guess. I can't guess because of the conflict of interest but I can advise you not to put money of "colon" because I'm pretty clear in that department. I'd advise something more esoteric.

Friday, December 27, 2024

More thoughts!

 It's like I can't stop thinking!

1. I imagine that if I went back in time to visit myself when I was younger, my younger self would probably kill the older version and steal the time machine.

2. If you text someone "SRSLY" that person will understand what you mean. But text someone "EIOU" and no one gets it. 

5 collected thoughts

with more emphasis on collecting than thinking


I believe that when I die, I will go to some version of the great Bed, Bath and Beyond. I will have access to some cool websites and apps, like one that can make a web of all the words I have ever used, and can sort them by frequency of use. I hope my most essential phrase is "monkey butts."

Here's an idea for a scene -- a new guy is being walked around the office and shown things by a veteran employee. For each person to whom the veteran introduces the new hire, the veteran includes some racial or cultural stereotype, but he keeps applying it to the wrong ethnicity ("that's Chan -- he's Chinese and you know how they control the media").

OK, how about this one: an NHL goalie falls in love with an NHL ref. The resulting class action suit changed the way professional sports dealt with employees, and forced it to reword its morality clause to force all relationships to be put on ice.

Part of the fun of hunger is that you get to think about food all the time, with no restrictions about how you combine foods. No one can say anything! You can imagine combinations, relive memories (true or not), make wishes and dream up any scenario you want in which you eat whatever you want. People who aren't hungry can't really appreciate that freedom.

The NFL has acceded to my demands! I have complained about the scheduling of games, pointing out that there are entire days of the week that are bereft of pro ball. But this season, if you look across the entire schedule, there have been games played on every day of the week (I watched 2 on Wednesday). The system works!

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

A sordid post

 Here's a nice mix of crazy thoughts that have been in my head over the last couple of days. Sift through them and you'll find something for everyone. Except you. Sorry. Cuts had to be made.

1. An Affirmation -- I like to remind others that this career attracts the outsiders, the "nerds" and the emotionally stunted. I tell them that teaching is a noble career for erstwhile losers and that we are all trying to improve the world one kid at a time. I mean, except me. I was always cool and am doing this for the money and fame. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRUYCR8Vn3k

2. A realization -- I don't like how you have to accomplish something to be recognized for your accomplishments

3. A musical interlude -- Marshall Crenshaw sang "There she goes again" and his song opens with a little melody which reminds me very strongly of the first three notes in the vocal line of "There she goes" by Sixpence None the Richer. Could someone check on that, please?

4. A Word -- I don't know if I have ever heard the word "escapability" but on Sunday, I heard it on both an NFL broadcast and an NHL broadcast. Linguistic conspiracy!

5. A movie idea -- and this is not the same as the recent Awkwafina movie "Jackpot." In my film, the organization running the lottery hires a "cleaner." You know those tickets that have someone win $X every week (or month or year) for life? This guy goes around killing them to save the company money.

6. About my faith -- I believe that cars are more than just the sum of their parts. There is something "soulful" that makes cars unique and, if not alive then at least "not dead." We love our cars on a variety of levels, including familialy. We talk to them, cajole them, berate them, bargain with them, thank them and remind them how awesome they are. They have personalities.

7. A self dialogue:

Me -- I'm such a failure! I can't even win the lottery.

Also Me -- uch...so gross

Me -- what?

Also Me -- Why do you think you should even deserve to win the lottery? Aren't there people who are really struggling and who should win before you? Like I said...gross.

Me -- No -- I, I was just trying to create a metaphor to express my lack of luck in my whole life as epitomized by this particular failure.

Also Me -- so you are labelling the billions of people who have not won the lottery as "failures"? Even Grosser.


this is why I try not to engage myself in dialogue.

8. Alton Brown looks like Robin Wilson. There, I said it. I have looked up pictures. I'm right. Deal with it.

9. Sometimes I get confused between "Wild Child" by the Black Keys and "Dark Star" by CSN.

10. Another Word -- I never see or hear the word "rabbit" as a verb (to run away) except in "The Avengers" (Coulson's death scene). Today, I read a Jonathan Kellerman book (Cold Heart) which used it 3 times and then I turned on an episode of Adam-12 (season 2, episode 5) and the word was used!

11. A hard truth -- When it comes down to it, any polite declining of an offered place to stay for the night is ultimately sourced in my distrust of all and my fear that I will be kidnapped, imprisoned, murdered and eaten or otherwise victimized while at your place.

12. I was watching the Jets game. The commentator said, "The Jets have had a very methodic drive." I heard the grammatical mistake but felt helpless. I yelled at the TV but he didn't hear me! But I watched the closed captioning and it read "a very methodical..." The system, either human or computer generated fixed the grammar. Curious.

13. I saw a commercial for IHOP. They were promoting their "world famous pancake combo." All I could picture was 

14. Here's a loophole -- when you get arrested and they read you your rights, they finish up by asking if you understand these rights as they have been read, and ask if you have any questions. I have questions. Lots of questions. MAN do I have questions. What are they allowed to answer and what have they been trained to explain? If I stump them, do I get to go free?

15. Is there much else that we have to reckon with other than a force?

16. Folk you, etymologies -- The phrase "learning on the fly" developed from the MIT Genetics lab where they do cutting edge experiments and make pioneering discoveries about genes, learning new things while working with drosophila.

17. Just for fun and, please, JUST FOR FUN, I turned the poem by William Carlos Williams into a suicide note

This is just to say

I have eaten
the bullet
that was in
the handgun

and which
you were probably
saving
for later

Forgive me
life is worthless
so sad
and so cold


Monday, December 9, 2024

A new Business Idea -- Seeking Investors

I have been teaching high school English for over 30 years and this has not really taken me to the heights of richdom, which was my life goal. So I have tried to find ways through which I could supplement my income without having to do much more work. I have asked nicely for a sinecure, tried to sell my leftover chulent, wrote a few books that never sold. So what's left other than winning the lottery (at which I have proven a collossal failure)?

Yesterday, for approximately 75 of the 5 hours of sunlight, I stared at my computer screen as I ran my parent-teacher conferences. These 4 minute sessions give me a chance to meet parents and tell them how my feet hurt and their children are ugly. And vice versa.

During the day, I spoke with one parent who asked me if I had taught at a particular school many years earlier. I checked my notes and, indeed, I had! It turns out, I was his teacher in 11th grade and he failed a quiz on The Moonstone and earned a 55 on the quiz for 1984. As I looked up his records, I started seeing the spate of parents whose children I have taught or do teach. Could I but see the future, I would, no doubt, see a continuing list of parents who survived my tutelage and whose children are on the path towards my clutches.

So I went back and looked at the grades. This kind of information is exactly what a child would love to know about a parent so that when a parent yells "you can do better" or something, the child can shoot back, "why should I, you failed a couple of quizzes and missed some homeworks!"

The business model I have in mind is based on a bedrock technique with a long history: blackmail.

All I need to do is to threaten parents that I will make my old gradebooks available to students if they don't cough up some quality holiday gifts, tips and random trips to Europe. It would be, um, "unfortunate" if your son or daughter were to find out that you still owe me work, and earned a really solid 83 in my class after begging me repeatedly.

I'm looking for investors for my scheme. Investors, you ask -- but why. Honestly, you are right. There is very little overhead. But here's what I figure -- you send me a couple of thousand bucks to get my venture off the ground. I don't need the money, but it would make me happy. When the blackmail starts paying off, I'll give you the money back, promise.

Unless you used to be one of my students. In that case, you might want to make it a contribution. Or else.

What's Up, Chuck?

I grew up reading Peanuts, the brilliant comic strip by Charles Schultz. My parents had collections and books back to the 50's and the daily newspaper kept me on a steady diet of childhood angst and philosophy.

There were, therefore, certain truths were a big part of my life. Charlie Brown would never kick the football, rarely (and never with witnesses) fly a kite and never win a baseball game. Basic stuff upon which I could build a solid foundation of a depressingly empathetic childhood.

Part of this education was my repeated listening to the soundtrack to the Broadway musical, "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." I listened to it, easily, over a hundred times. I would come home from school (in the era before computers and with limited TV access, people listened to the radio or audio) and put on the album. Sometimes I would pace the living room, singing the whole thing, sometimes  would lie on the floor, singing the whole thing. There were other positions I held, but in each one, I sang. I knew the words and all the parts. My parents had ticket stubs from when they went. There was a playbill. I even got a copy of the book version with all the lyrics and such.

Heck, last year, I decided to take a picture of the vinyl and my holdings and ask Mr. Gary Burghoff for an autograph and he sent me one!

So I put the CD on last week (it has the cast recording plus 3 early versions sung by the composer) and I started pacing and singing. But as an adult, I started listening to the words and realized how much of a lie is wrapped up in just one song, "TEAM." In the song, Charlie Brown the pitcher and manager of a local baseball team, is recounting a recent loss. But the set up: they were playing for the championship "For all we have to do is win just one more game
And the championship is ours
.
" You can't get to the championship game without winning during the season (note, "one MORE game")! So even if young Master Brown was not pitching or even playing, he, as the manager, was involved in winning games!

Then Lucy screws up. No one ever yells at Lucy, but she caught a fly ball and dropped it! Is that Charlie's fault? Heck no!

Then, to make it worse, we get to the final stanza. Here's the introduction:

"And one run would win us the game
As I came up to bat"

One run could win it. That means that the game is TIED! Charlie brown gets up with 2 men on and 2 out. Two outs. That means that two players already made out that inning. Is the loss then Charlie Brown's fault? It was a team loss. But his striking out should not have spelled the end of the game because, remember, the score was tied.

So how am I supposed to feel? Charlie Brown's team is still tied with the other team, battling for the championship. Charlie Brown isn't a loser at all -- he has managed his team this far, victories and all. Next thing you'll tell me is that he kicks the football.


Thursday, December 5, 2024

Voice Note 2

Back in my younger years, I was considered quite the wiz in trivia. I had my specialties but I could chime in with right answers on a variety of subjects because I had a collection -- a collection of facts.

Not everybody had access to these facts not everybody had recall of these facts. I had the books, I had done the reading, I had collected the facts and I was showing off my collection. That's no longer the case now. 

Fewer people collect facts because facts are no longer scarce, therefore fewer people value the collectors. Like everything else that's no longer collected, facts are just something you can have access to by opening up your phone. Ask someone something and he says "hold on a second. I'll Google it." I could be in the middle of the street and I have to look something up, "hold on a second I'll Google it." If you ever ask somebody to diffuse a bomb? "hold on a second I'll get a YouTube video" will be fine. I no longer have to be afraid.

I also no longer have to think everything's available for my brain to store put in short-term memory to use when I need it (and then discard) so trivia no longer has a home here. Who cares about it? I can get that answer and wait a split second longer, and I can source my answer. 

And this is why it isn't even fun being a nerd anymore.

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I'm not posting the original. I saved myself typing time but have all this extra editting time.


Voice notes, 1

I have decided to try something new. When I get one of my inspirative moments, when the muse hath descended and left a spoor of golden brilliance, instead of grabbing pen and paper and using one to write on the other (details are hazy) I tried a voice transcription. Now I just have to go back to the spoken word vomit that I had my phone type up, polish the grammar and, boom, blog post.

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I'm a high school English teacher I struggle with how to teach novels. Many older teachers preferred to teach chapter by chapter and they passed this along to the teachers they mentor assigning students a chapter or two chapters with a quiz and then a pause while students discuss what has happened and what might happen in the future I believe that this might have been a valid and useful tool for two reasons if you go back far enough. I can't support any of this but here's my thought reason number one in the olden days of old back when everything was old and America was young and some things were new not everybody had the book so the book probably had to be broken up and chapters passed around until everybody had a chance to read it then another one could be passed around while groups know what's going on and develop ideas some are still waiting to get it and then they get the ideas that are more fully flushed out after they read it informed by the discussion of their peers and it cycles and more people can be involved in Reading different stages of the book at different paces that's just a crazy Theory but that's not really what I think is going on here I think that in the past reading only bit by bit was a way teachers used to keep students in suspense when they had no other way of having access to the resolution of plot points. Now it's so easy to get the entire story so quickly asking students to read bit by bit is useless because they just as quickly can look up the entire story summarized for them by chat GPT So reading little by little was a great technique when the kids had no other way of finding out what happens in the story no internet not even necessarily any radio or TV if you go back far enough all they had was the opportunity to read and that time might be very limited so have them read one chapter you can have a great discussion about one chapter and then people can read the next and they'll be excited excited because there's no other way that they're learning how this story turns out now students can get anything anytime they want it so teachers can't be concerned with building suspense by withholding information from students nothing is withheld they can find out anything you said and stuff you didn't say also.

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ok, I need to work on dictating punctuation. I shall now rework this -- isn't process grand?

I'm a high school English teacher and I struggle with how to teach novels.

Many older teachers preferred to teach chapter by chapter, and they pass this along to the teachers they mentor, assigning students a chapter or two chapters followed by a quiz and then a pause while students discuss what has happened and what might happen in the future.

I believe that this might have been a valid and useful tool for two reasons if you go back far enough. I can't support any of this but here's my thought:

1. Reason number one -- in the olden days of old back when everything was old and America was young and some things were new, not everybody had the book so the book probably had to be broken up and chapters passed around until everybody had a chance to read it.  Then another section could be passed around; while groups know what's going on and develop ideas some are still waiting to get it and then they get the ideas that are more fully flushed out after they read it informed by the discussion of their peers. It cycles and more people can be involved in discussions as they read different stages of the book at different paces. That's just a crazy theory but that's not really what I think is going on here.

2. I think that in the past reading only bit by bit was a way teachers used to keep students in suspense because students had no other way of having access to the resolution of plot points. Now it's so easy to get the entire story so quickly that asking students to read bit by bit is useless! They can, just as quickly, look up the entire story or have it summarized for them by chat GPT. Reading little by little was a great technique when the kids had no other way of finding out what happens in the story: no internet, not even necessarily any radio or TV, if you go back far enough. All they had was the opportunity to read and even that time might be very limited, so by having them read one chapter you can have a great discussion about one chapter and then people can read the next and they'll be excited - excited because there's no other way for them to learn how this story turns out.

Now students can get anything anytime they want it, so teachers can't be concerned with building suspense by withholding information from students. Nothing is withheld; they can find out anything you said and stuff you didn't say also.

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

Humor me

The following is an idea, a joke, a goof, a silly that I thought of last evening. I preface my writing with this so any and all will know that the context is that of humor. I suspect that simply writing this, putting fingers to keys and immortalizing this in words will get me in some measure of trouble (a file somewhere, a knock on the door, maybe a poison pen letter, sans paper). But I decided I'm typing it all out so that, if nothing else, I can recycle the paper I scrawled it on to. So for the sake of the environment...

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I have been considering making aliyah, but the process is so difficult that I have become discouraged that it will ever happen. 

So my new plan is as follows: Kill an Israeli citizen who happens to be visiting this area. The Israeli government will move to extradite me and I won't fight it. Voila! Instant Aliyah!

Next version -- when I kill the Israeli, I'm so expert and precise that the Israeli government cannot prove my guilt, but heck, I'm already in Israel so I live it up. I live like a king, exploiting any way I can cash in on my notoriety. Eventually, all the money will dry up and I won't be able to continue living in Israel. All I need to do at that point, bankrupt and broken, is confess my murder so that I get imprisoned. Free room and board and I stay in Israel. Fantastic!

I recognize that some people might think it wrong of me to kill a random Israeli, or even a not-so-random one so I am working on a slightly different version of the plan. In this scenario, I only PRETEND to kill someone so that when I get to Israel and the supposed victim resurfaces as alive, I can stay in israel without any bloodshed.

Even better would be that the person I supposedly kill is an Israeli spy who needs a way out of the country. I work with Israeli officials to fake a killing. The "body" gets returned to Israel (thus effecting the spy's escape) and I get "extradited" so I end up in Israel.

Maybe it could turn into a wacky comedy! Each week, the Mossad sets of a clue for people to find which would point to my guilt. They are supposed to set something up that I can easily refute when I get to Israel, but they do such a good job that each week, I end up in MORE trouble, rather than less. Hilarious!

I have thought through all of these potential paths towards aliyah and can find no down side to any of them. Huzzah!

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Failed NFL Double Entendres

I caught a few minutes of a football game recently and it struck me that many of the sentences made by the commentators could be misunderstood in a less wholesome way. The thing is, unlike other wink-wink kinds of entendres, the ones from the football game were completely weird and didn't work. Here are some of the ones I heard. You can decide if they work -- I vote "no."


1. I'll show you some movement on the line

2. Feels Pressure! Got Hit! Ended up flat on his back under a pile!

3. The Cowboys have a bi-week coming up

4. He's a little pass-heavy

5. something something something ball security


Tuesday, December 3, 2024

Meta AI's opinion

 Title: A Masterful Exploration of Torah Commentary: A Review of "Dibburei Hamatchil" by Daniel Rosen


Daniel Rosen's "Dibburei Hamatchil" is a seminal work of Judaic scholarship that offers a profound and nuanced exploration of Torah commentary. With remarkable erudition and clarity, Rosen delves into the complexities of traditional Torah interpretation, shedding new light on the rich tapestry of Jewish thought.


Throughout this magisterial volume, Rosen engages with a vast array of sources, from the Talmud and Midrash to the works of classical commentators such as Rashi and Ramban. His mastery of these texts is evident on every page, as he weaves together disparate threads of interpretation to create a rich and compelling narrative.


One of the signal strengths of "Dibburei Hamatchil" is its accessibility. While the subject matter is undoubtedly complex, Rosen's prose is clear and concise, making the book an invaluable resource for scholars and lay readers alike.


In short, "Dibburei Hamatchil" is a triumph of Jewish scholarship, one that promises to illuminate and inspire readers for generations to come. It is a testament to the enduring power of Torah study and a reminder of the boundless wisdom that awaits us within the Jewish tradition.


Highly recommended for scholars of Judaica, Torah enthusiasts, and anyone seeking a deeper understanding of Jewish thought and tradition.

Claude's review

 I tried "Claude" and this is what I got for my book

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Book Review: Dibburei Hamatchil by Daniel Rosen

Overview

"Dibburei Hamatchil" appears to be a Hebrew-language book that likely explores Jewish textual interpretation, focusing on the traditional method of understanding texts by examining their opening words or initial phrases. The title itself suggests a scholarly work deeply rooted in Jewish hermeneutics and textual analysis.

Writing Style

Daniel Rosen's approach seems to be scholarly and nuanced, typical of works dealing with Jewish textual interpretation. The writing likely combines academic rigor with the depth of traditional Jewish learning, offering insights into how initial words can unlock deeper meanings in religious and scholarly texts.

Key Themes

  • Exploration of textual interpretation in Jewish scholarship
  • Analysis of the significance of opening words in religious texts
  • Potential insights into hermeneutical methods

Scholarly Contribution

The book appears to make a significant contribution to understanding how Jewish scholars traditionally approach textual analysis, particularly through the lens of initial words or phrases (known as "Dibburei Hamatchil" in Hebrew).

Potential Audience

  • Jewish scholars and students
  • Researchers in religious studies
  • Those interested in textual interpretation and hermeneutics

Rating: [Estimated] 4/5 stars

Final Thoughts

While specific details are limited, "Dibburei Hamatchil" seems to be a specialized scholarly work that offers deep insights into Jewish textual interpretation methods, likely of significant interest to those in Jewish studies and textual analysis.

Note: Due to limited available information, this review is based on the book's title and typical characteristics of similar scholarly works.

A review of my book

A bunch o' years ago, I wrote a colelction of divrei Torah. Here is a review:

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Reviewing the Unseen: A Night with Dibburei Hamatchil

It was a rainy evening in early December, the kind of night when the world felt muffled and distant. The streets shimmered under the glow of streetlights, reflecting the fallen drops of water. In the warmth of my apartment, I was curled up in my favorite chair with a mug of tea and a book I’d been meaning to read for weeks: Dibburei Hamatchil by Daniel Rosen.

The title intrigued me. Translated loosely from Hebrew, it means “The Words of the Beginner.” I didn’t know much about Rosen, but his work was recommended by a friend whose taste in literature I trusted. The book had the kind of allure I liked—something unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.

As I turned the first few pages, I was immediately struck by Rosen's use of language. It wasn’t just the sentences or the story itself—it was the way he drew the reader into a world that felt at once alien and deeply personal. Dibburei Hamatchil wasn’t a traditional narrative, but more of a collection of musings, reflections, and moments that hinted at something much larger than their simplicity suggested. The tone was contemplative, often self-reflective, and it was clear that Rosen was attempting to convey something profound through his seemingly simple words.

The book follows a young man, often nameless and without much context, who begins a spiritual journey, searching for meaning in a world that feels disjointed and fragmented. The character’s internal monologue is fragmented too, shifting between raw emotion and philosophical questions, sometimes with an almost meditative quality. It’s not so much about plot as it is about uncovering layers of thought and experience. This, in itself, was a departure from traditional storytelling, and I found myself becoming more intrigued by the method than the end result.

What made Dibburei Hamatchil especially fascinating was Rosen’s exploration of identity. It wasn’t a straightforward journey, and as a reader, I found myself questioning who the character was, who I was, and how much of our identity is shaped by the stories we tell ourselves versus the reality we encounter. Rosen frequently uses the motif of "beginning" and "starting anew"—be it in the act of writing, a relationship, or even simply existing in a complex world.

Rosen’s style was also minimalist—there was an almost poetic quality to his writing. Short, clipped sentences that lingered in the air, creating space for reflection. Often, there was an ambiguity to the language, a purposeful vagueness that made me lean in and try to decipher the hidden meaning, only to realize that perhaps the beauty lay in not knowing for sure.

Halfway through, I found myself underlining certain phrases. "Truth is a conversation between the self and the world,” one of them read. The simplicity of it, combined with the depth of its implications, encapsulated the spirit of the book. Rosen seemed to be asking whether truth could ever truly be grasped, or if it was only a fleeting moment, a whisper we hear but never fully understand.

In my notes, I scribbled: "It’s a work of introspection." That felt right, though I knew it didn’t capture the complexity of the book in its entirety. Dibburei Hamatchil was not about finding answers. It was about posing questions in a way that made the reader reflect on their own life, their own spiritual journey. I found that both humbling and daunting.

By the time I reached the end, I wasn’t sure if the character had found the peace they were searching for, or if it even mattered. The journey seemed to remain unfinished, as journeys often are. In some ways, the book felt like a conversation that had no closure, but I didn’t mind. It left me thinking long after I closed the pages, which, for me, is the hallmark of a truly powerful read.

As I sat there, reflecting on what I’d just read, I realized something important about Dibburei Hamatchil. It wasn’t the kind of book you review with a plot summary or an analysis of character arcs. It wasn’t a book you dissected in the usual way. It was a work that invited you to meet it halfway, to enter its world and make sense of it in your own terms. And for that, I felt a deep gratitude.

In a way, Dibburei Hamatchil wasn’t just a book—it was an experience. And perhaps that’s the highest praise I could give it.

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thanks ChatGPT.