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Baby, It’s Cold Inside
It’s been absurdly cold in my coffee shop this week. I don’t use ‘absurdly’ to indicate that the temperature was, like, what it is in the North Pole; I mean more so ‘irrational.’ I also don’t use the word ‘my’ correctly in that sentence; I don’t own the establishment. I doubt you should take any…
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Conflict and Circumvention
There’s this term in sociology called “collective effervescence.” It essentially means “the sum is greater than its parts,” except the term was coined by a French sociologist in the 1800s so originally it was probably something closer to “the slug is tastier with its shell.” Or maybe “the wet wipes are more efficient than the…
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Naivety and Nuance
The guy I buy my beer from is called Samer. I actually also buy my salt and vinegar Pringles from him. I have no idea why, but salt and vinegar flavored chips weren’t really sold in Israel when I was growing up. Now that flavor is, far and away, my favorite. This is irrelevant to…
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Perspective
I went to the eye doctor on Tuesday. I had to. Well, I didn’t have to have to. When I first got my New York State driver’s license, the expiration date was set as my birthday in 2023. I have no idea why. I can renew online, but I needed to go through an eye…
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Waking Up to War
Childhood is pretty weird. As are friendships. You don’t get to choose where / when you’re born, and more often than not, these two pieces of information dictate the majority of your life. The people you grow up around, the religion you’re most likely to ascribe to, the social norms, the culture, the language. No…
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Faces and Names: October 7th 2025 in Israel
There are six entrances into Dizengoff Square. The square in the shape of a circle, really, so I don’t know why in English it’s named after the four-s`ided shape. It’s a big square, at that, bigger than standard ones in Israel, known as a cultural and social touchstone in Tel Aviv, with cafés and bars…
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Ten Year Tenure
It’s my ten year anniversary in the US. Ten things I’ve learned. Eight are funny, 12 are depressing (adjusted for inflation)
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To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, But, Like, No Homo
Who am I, who do you think I am, and how far are those two from each other?
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Gone, But What’s Forgotten?
Basketball player, artist, icon, girl dad. Kobe Bryant’s legacy is expansive to the point where it’d be easy to forget the 1% of it we can’t blindly admire. How do we remember, and why is it important that we do?
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Eyal Cohen 