Daniel Adler’s Internet Warehouse Celebrates 400 Posts

This is my 400th blog post. Along my blogging path, I’ve written a lot, and I think become a better writer. That said, there are certain lines I’m still not sure about how to tread. For example, that of privacy. As a friend of mine recently pointed out, most blog-readers want to see me putContinue reading “Daniel Adler’s Internet Warehouse Celebrates 400 Posts”

Daniel Adler Remembers the USA

I remember the USA. When I first crossed it, we talked about how awesome it was over dinner, when the ladies who had been working the counter for thirty-five years, who had probably had countless affairs with truck drivers, and who were long past their prime, served us eight dollar steaks and split pea soup.Continue reading “Daniel Adler Remembers the USA”

Sheera’s Story of Gaptu Singa

Sheera is a Punjabi Sikh who lives off the upstairs patio. To get to the bathroom I go past his room, unless I go around the back, through the weeds. He’s staying here with his new wife, Jinko, who’s from a town outside Osaka. They were staying down the road, but they decided to extendContinue reading “Sheera’s Story of Gaptu Singa”

Striking the Balance in Foreign (And Domestic) Dating

By Daniel Adler I’m staying in Lisa and Yoni’s apartment in Central Tel Aviv. I sleep on the mirpasset, the sun room, the porch with the fifty year old metal shutters that keep out the elements. In the early morning I hear feral catfights, garbage trucks, and children laughing. I debate unzipping my sleeping bagContinue reading “Striking the Balance in Foreign (And Domestic) Dating”

Different Starts on My Israeli Trip

Israeli culture is different from American culture. Obviously. Israel is about the size of New Jersey. It has a population of seven million. And yet it produces more start-ups per capita than anywhere else in the world. The Taglit-Birthright trip I’m on is modeled on a book called Start-Up Nation. The book outlines reasons forContinue reading “Different Starts on My Israeli Trip”

Climbing The Magic Mountain

Reading works in translation is like seeing your love five years after you’ve gotten over her. It’s still nice to see her, you still know her soul, but it’s not the same. All I can say is thank god I can read Shakespeare in the original. I’m reading The Magic Mountain  by Thomas Mann. It’sContinue reading “Climbing The Magic Mountain”

The People are Plenty and The Jobs Are Few

Last night we went to a Bushwick rooftop party. Everyone there was nice and interesting. There were many foreigners, Spaniards, Germans, Brits, good folks. Each one I asked how they like the United States. They mostly had only seen New York and were impressed with its cosmopolitanism, which I appreciated. They said that they expectedContinue reading “The People are Plenty and The Jobs Are Few”

My Spurious Nostalgia for the American Golden Age

I’m nearly finished with The Big Money, the third volume of U.S.A., by John Dos Passos. About every seventy-five pages or so he includes a biography of an important American. I just learned about W.R. Hearst, a relatively unsuccessful politician, whose old man made it big in the gold rush of ’49. Citizen Kane isContinue reading “My Spurious Nostalgia for the American Golden Age”

Another Description of The Missisippi River and America

I wrote this while drinking Sapporo and rolling Bali Shag and playing guitar Sunday night. Yeah that Daniel Adler, he’s some bohemian. It’s pretty much as is: we are going to have so much fun crossing that Mississippi that swollen vestibular brown member that cuts and drains the great American continent, collecting waters from valleysContinue reading “Another Description of The Missisippi River and America”