Dialect-Notes

I baked a Hungarian Esterházy torte for my Hebrew birthday — meringue, custard, fondant — and what I’ll change before my civil birthday on July 5.

One year in — the dialect changed, the work changed, the Iran war from my first post hasn’t, and I’m still complaining. الحمد لله.

A cold shower in summer — because the solar water heater ran out. A short Shami story about Israeli logic that makes sense until it doesn’t.

I built a Telegram bot to catch my passing thoughts, then made it gentler — guided by a Talmudic line about being a reed, not a cedar.

A short video in English comparing one Arabic word and one Hebrew word. New format — let me know what you think.

Some good advice from Douglas Adams