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March 16, 2011

Disaster in Japan: 3 Key Lessons

The scale and frequency of natural disasters has undoubtedly become far more severe in the last decade or so. And sooner rather than later, we are all likely to be severely impacted. So what can we learn from Japan’s recent and on-going catastrophe?

1. Be Fully Prepared. This may seem obvious, but so many of us, especially here in Southern California, are not ready for the next big one, whatever it may be – earthquake, tsunami, brush fire… Do we have supplies? A real plan? Have we spoken with our kids, elderly parents? Do we even know what we should do under various circumstances? Chances are, for many, if not most people the answer to these is “NO.” There are many sources on the web with all the specific steps for disaster preparedness. Here’s an excellent one: ” title=”http://training.fema.gov/Programs/” target=”_blank”>http://training.fema.gov/Programs/

3. Gaman – Pulling Together, Calm, Patience, Stoicism in the Face of Disaster. Gaman is a quality that we need to borrow from Japan. Watching the people there face these terrible circumstances, we can only admire and respect their orderliness, self control, perseverance and willingness to work together under the most painful and challenging circumstances. There is no looting or people-related chaos.  This is a quality that we could desperately use, even on normal days – thinking about the wellbeing of others, of our community as a whole, not just ourselves. Last night, Nick Kristoff of the NY Times, former Tokyo bureau chief, talked to Piers Morgan about Japanese culture and gaman Disaster in Japan: 3 Key Lessons Read More »

I canoed to my seder

Yom tov candles and an ornate seder plate sat upon our “table,” which was covered with a beautiful cloth. We poured our first glass of wine and began to read from the haggadah. In almost all ways, this was a traditional seder. What made it different, however, was that it required two days and 25 miles to canoe to it.

For six days, eight other Jewish souls joined me for a Pesach canoe trip on the Colorado River into the wilderness of Canyonlands National Park in Utah.

We canoed 12 miles over the first two days, making camp overnight on a large sandbar. Each mile took us farther from civilization and deeper into some of the most beautiful landscape I have ever seen. Bordering the river were high red sandstone cliffs carved into every conceivable shape by wind and weather. One large mountain, shaped like a pyramid and aptly named Pyramid Butte, dominated our view for the first seven miles — reminding us of why we had come on this trip. The third day, we canoed another 13 miles to reach our yom tov camping site — an ancient Anasazi ruin complete with rock paintings and cliff dwellings. We pitched our tents on soft sand flats overlooking the river and made a sheltered cooking area. We turned a large, flat boulder into our seder table. 

Seder night was more than beautiful. The sky was clear, and a deep silence was punctuated only by the splash of fish and the call of a goose looking for its mate. We sang songs, retold the story of the Exodus and reclined against rocks as we drank our wine. We thought about the experiential lessons we had learned during our first three days — in particular, that wind and sub-freezing conditions had no doubt been a part of our ancestors’ trek across the Sinai. As so often happened at seders in my home, by the time we got to the actual meal, we were simultaneously famished and almost too tired to eat. It was well after midnight (as evidenced by the passing moon) before we were done.

The next day was one of exploration, relaxation and self-reflection. Some people hiked to the top of the cliffs while others explored fossil-filled canyons. We celebrated a second seder that night, again joyously. When the celebration was cut short by light rains, we retreated to our tents for a good night’s sleep. The next morning we packed our gear and waited for our outfitter to pick us up and take us back to our starting point. Then, the only thing that could have made this trip more memorable did, in fact, happen — it began to snow. We took refuge in a small cave and laughed about the irony of sitting in a snowstorm in the desert.

Why would otherwise normal Jewish adults — from doctors and professors to CEOs and Google technicians — go through such trouble and discomfort to celebrate Passover? There are many reasons. In large part, each of us felt that the only way we could retell the story of Passover was by reliving a small part of what our ancestors had experienced. Each day of our trip, we shoved off without knowing where we would spend the night or what the weather would be. Each day took us farther into the desert and farther from the comforts and safety nets of civilization. I would be lying if I said that we did not think about how challenging it would be if one of us were to be seriously injured. Getting help would likely have taken 24 to 72 hours. How much courage and faith our ancestors must have had to leave their homes in the middle of the night without even knowing if they had enough food or water to make their journey!

Yet, it was precisely the awareness of our vulnerability that made possible our feelings of empowerment and freedom. These two feelings go hand in hand, something that I did not fully realize before this trip. We had to rely on ourselves to develop our own Jewish community, to provide for our survival needs (shelter, water, fire and food), to resolve our own problems, and to deal with emergencies should they arise. Each day we repeatedly discovered we were able to accomplish these tasks. We were able to live without the need for electricity, without the need for gas heat, without the need for a porcelain toilet, without the need for computers or cell phones or the ability to call 911.

Slavery begins with slave masters controlling the basic needs of their slaves — providing for their shelter, water, clothing, warmth and food. I now suspect that the a priori condition to feeling free is feeling self-empowered to care for oneself. In this respect, most of us are “enslaved” in that we are utterly dependent upon others for our basic needs. Yes, we work at jobs that provide money to pay for our food and heating bills, but few of us feel empowered (or free) by doing this. How different it is to wake when there is a heavy frost on the ground, make a roaring fire under a pile of driftwood collected the previous night and cook breakfast over it (even more so when lighting the fire by striking rocks together).

We empowered ourselves. “We can take care of whatever we confront” became our unspoken mantra. We made campfires and cooked amazing meals over them. We dealt with several minor illnesses, a capsized canoe and the inevitable differences that come from living in a pluralistic Jewish community. We felt free. Most important, when the trip ended, we were friends who will remain in contact and who already are talking about how to celebrate Passover next year.

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Pretty for Passover

Quickly approaching are those festive spring nights marked by a plethora of matzah, reclining comfortably in your chair and — just maybe — hitting your neighbor over the head with stalks of green onion during the “Dayenu” (an Afghani and Iranian Passover tradition). Whether you’re hosting a Passover seder this year or joining one, you won’t want to be without these beautiful essentials that are sure to remind you and the rest of your table that those once enslaved have now become like kings.


The hand-painted enamel and metal of this gold and burgundy Elijah cup ($300) says royalty all around. Set out a glass of wine for that last elusive guest in something truly regal. shop.thejewishmuseum.org


None of your gorgeous seder plates or dishes will hold your guests’ attention if they stay empty. Get cooking with the fifth cookbook in the Kosher by Design series: Susie Fishbein’s “Passover by Design” ($29.99). The varied recipes are accompanied by appetizing color photos, and more than 130 are gluten-free! Mitzvahland, 16733 Ventura Blvd., Encino, or mitzvahland.com


Despite the plainness of its name, the Simplicity Seder Plate ($350) shines with Swarovski crystals and pewter detailing atop silvery frosted glass. The 13-inch seder-table focal point features six removable bowls and manages to strike an elegant balance of beautiful and understated. Gallery Judaica, 1312 Westwood Blvd., Los Angeles or galleryjudaica.com


Over the years, your paperback haggadahs will be replaced as they wear down (or finally succumb to maror-throwing toddlers). Keep one special copy of this essential text as a beautiful yearly addition to the table and as something to be handed down to future generations. The Silver Heirloom Edition Elias Haggadah ($135.89) includes the commentary of Rabbi Joseph Elias and both Hebrew and English text. The silver-plated cover can be personalized with your family name. artscroll.com


If your seders are more funky than formal, you’ll love the feel of this Blue Wave Swirl Matza Plate ($48). The handcrafted fused glass and imperfect edges make for beautiful asymmetry, giving this plate the look and feel of a casual and intimate family gathering. simpletouchil.com

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Should ‘Irvine 11’ be prosecuted for disrupting Israel ambassador?

” title=”protested their prosecution” target=”_blank”>protested their prosecution and attorneys for the Muslim students ” title=”disrupting a speech at UCI by Israel’s ambassador” target=”_blank”>disrupting a speech at UCI by Israel’s ambassador to the United States, Michael Oren. UCI is ” title=”ugliest anti-Israel rhetoric” target=”_blank”>ugliest anti-Israel rhetoric on American college campuses, and the Irvine 11’s behavior at Oren’s speech ” title=”suspending the Muslim Student Union” target=”_blank”>suspending the Muslim Student Union after the Oren outburst. As ” title=”reports” target=”_blank”>reports:

The students “are passionate; they are caring and deeply believe in social justice,” said Arif Shaikh, who moderated a Saturday night panel at the Islamic Institute of Orange County, where religious leaders and political activists called on Dist. Atty. Tony Rackauckas to drop the charges.

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“Protests like this happen all around the country,” said Reem Salahi, a Pasadena lawyer representing the 11 men who at the time ranged in age from 19 to 23. “The O.C. district attorney has engaged in a witch hunt … with its highly selective and unwarranted criminal charges.”

The students have won support from UCI faculty, free-speech advocates, Muslim leaders and a liberal Jewish group. But other Jewish organizations, including the prominent Simon Wiesenthal Center in Los Angeles, have denounced the students’ actions, saying they infringed on the rights of those who came to hear Oren speak.

The LAT doesn’t address it, but the statement from Shaikh presumes that there was something righteous about what these students were protesting, which in turn presumes things about the state of Israel. There are arguments both ways, of course, but for some reason the reporter felt it appropriate to just take as gospel the Israel-is-bad perspective.

As for the charges, like I said, I’m on the fence. Anyone compelled to nudge me?

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Spice it up

The old-fashioned chalkboard just outside the front doors of Sassi in Encino announces that the day’s special is Tripolitan couscous, and this is exactly what I’m here for.

Sassi is a small, family-owned, glatt kosher Mediterranean restaurant. Of course, Mediterranean covers an enormous territory. The food prepared along its shores includes falafel and pasta, moussaka and hummus, shwarma and shish kebab, and in Israel, schnitzel, stuffed cabbage and hamburgers are also part of the cuisine. While it is true that Sassi does all of these things well, the family recipes are primarily North African — a blend of tastes both delicate and bold: cumin, ginger, cinnamon, saffron, cloves, paprika, mint and lemon.

Inside, the light is bright, reflecting off the gold- and rust-toned walls, and the atmosphere is cozy and welcoming. There are faux ruins scattered here and there, perhaps a nod to the long history of life along the Mediterranean. It is quiet, a place to take your time eating and relaxing.

A friendly Israeli waitress brings us bowls of tart beet, carrot and cabbage salads and a basket of toasted pita bread. She is from Bat Yam and chats with my husband about the pleasures of the Mediterranean — the warmth of the water, the beauty of the beaches and, of course, the food. I order a beer, and Andy has tea with fresh mint leaves.

For dinner, my husband orders the moussaka with finely chopped Israeli salad and Moroccan olives, which turns out to be a bowl of green olives warmed in tomato sauce. The moussaka is nicely spiced, tasty even without true bechamel sauce. (At a table near us, a man tries to amuse his date by asking the waitress for butter, cheese and other items that the nonobservant may miss in a kosher establishment.)

The waiter commends me when I order the couscous, and when the dish arrives, it does not disappoint. Couscous is thought to have originated with the indigenous North African Berbers. Like bread, pasta, potatoes and rice, couscous is a staple food that lends itself to many occasions and situations. It is enjoyed in humble kitchens and grand feasts alike across much of the world. Sephardic tradition teaches that couscous brings with it the blessings of health, success and abundance. 

The Sassi family version of Tripolitan couscous is rich and varied, and the hearty portion can easily satisfy two people, although I plan to eat it all. The pearly grains of farina, steamed and fluffy, glisten with chicken broth. Tender meat falls off the chicken leg that comes with it, and there is also mafroma, a potato stuffed with ground beef with a delicate hint of cinnamon or maybe cloves. The thing I like best, though, is the squash puree, which L.A. Times restaurant critic Linda Burum calls tarshi kar’ah, and our waitress struggles to translate. Whatever the name, it is tart and garlicky, salty with a hint of sweetness all at the same time. The complex flavor seems to be at the heart of much of North African cooking. There are also sliced and pickled red pepper and cauliflower and steamed vegetables atop the couscous. I shouldn’t eat it all, I think to myself, but it is delicious and so I do. 

While we are savoring our entrees, the families who had arrived for an early dinner leave and younger people begin to stream in. One booth fills up with Israeli guys, maybe all getting off work or meeting for dinner before a night out. Three young people ­— a couple and their single friend — sit near us. 

As usual, my husband suggests we properly explore all categories on the menu — especially dessert. The waitress brings a tray of desserts for us to investigate. We are both drawn to the chocolate soufflé and are happy to wait the 10 minutes for it to be warmed. While we wait, we overhear the young couple counseling their lovelorn single friend. Even after 30 years of marriage, I can still recall what it’s like being single and mystified by couples who make relationships look easy. I realize now that being happily married is not such a monumental task: You put down the phone — or iPod, iPad or whatever new gadget comes along to distract you from life — order the sumptuous special on the menu, and if your partner offers to go halves with you on a hot, dark chocolate soufflé, say yes without hesitation. 

Sassi Restaurant, 15622 Ventura Blvd., Encino.
(818) 986-5345. sassirestaurant.com.

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Passover Argentina style

In Argentina, although Passover comes in the fall, the celebration is much like that observed by Jews in the United States, and the food is similar to Eastern European dishes, but with a South American flair.

Argentina has a Jewish population of more than 250,000, making it the largest in Latin America. Their ancestors immigrated from Poland, Russia, Syria, Turkey and North Africa in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Most of the immigrants spoke Yiddish, formed settlements such as Moisés Ville and Villa Clara, and became gauchos (cowboys).

When we traveled recently to Buenos Aires, which boasts a rich Jewish life that mostly centers on the Once district (pronounced OWN-say), we made plans to take a guided Jewish heritage tour.

We visited the city’s oldest synagogue, the Congregacion Israelita de la Republica Argentina, which also features a small Jewish History Museum. Dedicated in 1932, the Byzantine-style synagogue is known as Templo Libertad because it is located on the Plaza Libertad.

We also toured AMIA (Asociación Mutual Israelita Argentina), a center that serves as the headquarters for much of the city’s Jewish community, and a Holocaust memorial installed in the Buenos Aires Metropolitan Cathedral. The cathedral’s Commemorative Mural is dedicated to Holocaust victims as well as those murdered in terrorist attacks on the Israel Embassy in 1992 and AMIA in 1994.

After the tour, our guide, Claudia Hercman, explained that her friend Miriam Becker, a well-known journalist who writes about Jewish food, wanted to meet us.

We made arrangements to meet Becker, a lovely woman with a warm, engaging smile, who writes for several Buenos Aires newspapers.

She explained that her father, who came from Russia at age 10, grew up enjoying only Argentine cooking, and her mother arrived from Romania when she was 20. Becker grew up experiencing foods from both worlds.

She became a journalist after graduating from the University of Buenos Aires with a psychology degree. Her first job was writing about public events for the newspaper La Nación. But when she was given an assignment to write a feature story about food, she knew immediately it was her calling.

Her most recent cookbook, “Pasión Por la Cocina Judia” (Passion for the Jewish Kitchen), is filled with traditional and Jewish holiday recipes.

Whether she has a good day or a bad day, Becker is happiest when she is in the kitchen. Like many Argentine Jews, she makes everything herself for the Pesaj seder. Her family gets together on the first two nights of the holiday, and food is either plated in the kitchen or served buffet style.

Gefilte Fish and Chicken Soup With Matzah Balls (Bombitas de Harina de Matza) are staples on her Passover menu, but Becker often adds a cup of chopped, cooked spinach to her matzah balls. They can also be made bite-size, similar to gnocchi, boiled and served in a tomato sauce.

Inspired by her mother’s recipe, Becker’s Polo La Pascua Judia, chicken baked in orange juice with dried fruit, is a perfect Passover main course that feels both traditional and exotic.

She prepares a Honey Torte for dessert, but doesn’t sift the matzah meal, preferring a granular texture that gives it an unmistakable Passover identity.


Bombitas de Harina de matza. Photo by dan kacvinski.

BOMBITAS DE HARINA DE MATZA (MATZAH BALLS)
2 cups matzah meal
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
3 cups hot water
1/3 cup olive oil or nondairy margarine (melted)
3 eggs
1 tablespoon minced parsley
Chicken soup

In the large bowl of an electric mixer, blend the matzah meal, 1 teaspoon of salt, a pinch of pepper and the water. Add the oil, stir until combined, and let the mixture rest for 20 minutes.
Add the eggs to the matzah mixture, one at a time, mixing well after each addition. Season with additional salt and pepper to taste. Make small or medium-size balls with moistened hands. Slide them into boiling chicken soup or salted water. Cover tightly, reduce heat to a simmer and cook for 30 minutes.
To serve, spoon matzah balls into warm soup bowls and ladle chicken soup over them.

Makes about 20 matzah balls.


Polo la pascua judia. Photo by dan kacvinski.

POLO la pascua judia (PASSOVER CHICKEN)
1 (4-pound) chicken, cut into eighths or quarters
Salt and pepper
3 cups orange juice
2 teaspoons dried thyme
3 bay leaves, crumbled
2 tablespoons minced fresh parsley
1 pound mixed dried fruit (prunes, apricots, peaches and pears)
3 tablespoons honey
3 tablespoons sugar
Fresh or dried thyme, to taste

Preheat the oven to 375 F. Season the chicken with salt and pepper, and place in a roaster.
Heat 1 cup orange juice and pour over the chicken pieces. Sprinkle with thyme, bay leaves and parsley. Cover and bake for 1 hour, basting frequently. 
Place the dried fruit in a saucepan with the honey, sugar, remaining 2 cups orange juice, salt and pepper to taste, and thyme. Bring to a boil and simmer until it becomes a thick sauce, adding liquid if needed.
Remove chicken from the oven, and add the dried fruit with sauce. Return to the oven and continue baking for 20 minutes or until chicken is cooked through and tender when pierced with a fork.

Makes 6 to 8 servings.


Leicaj de pesaj. Photo by dan kacvinski.

LEICAJ DE PESAJ (PASSOVER HONEY TORTE)
6 eggs, separated
Olive oil
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup honey
1/2 cup matzah meal, plus small amount to dust pan
1 tablespoon lemon zest
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 cup ground almonds
2 tablespoons sugar mixed with 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon, for garnish, optional

Preheat the oven to 325 F. Brush a 10-inch tube cake pan with oil, dust with matzah meal, place on a baking sheet and set aside.
In the large bowl of an electric mixer, add the egg yolks with 1/3 cup oil, 1/2 cup sugar, honey, lemon zest and vanilla, and beat well. Set aside.
In another large bowl, beat the egg whites with the remaining 1/2 cup sugar until firm peaks form.
Pour the meringue over the egg yolk mixture and, using a rubber spatula, gently but thoroughly fold the beaten egg whites into the egg yolk mixture along with 1/2 cup matzah meal and ground almonds. 
Pour the batter into the prepared tube pan and bake for about 50 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean. Remove from the oven and invert the pan onto a wire rack to cool. With a sharp knife loosen the cake from the sides and center of the pan and unmold onto a cake plate.
Sprinkle with a mixture of sugar and cinnamon.

Makes 12 servings. 


For more information about Claudia Hercman’s Jewish tours of Buenos Aires, visit instyleargentina.com.ar.

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Love on the fringe

Israel’s “The Matchmaker” headlines the sixth annual Santa Barbara Jewish Film Festival, taking place April 7-10. The opening night film, which was also spotlighted on the first night of Los Angeles’ 25th Israel Film Festival in October, has garnered two Ophirs — Israel’s equivalent of the Oscars — for best actor and best actress.

But don’t expect a heartwarming shtetl romance or a Hollywood-ish “Father of the Bride” comedy.

The movie has its humorous moments, but basically it is an honest though sympathetic view of the underbelly of Israeli society: its outsiders, from scarred Holocaust survivors and black-market dealers to prostitutes and — I kid you not — seven dwarfs. “The Matchmaker” is set in Haifa’s Lower City, the often gritty harbor area, far from the well-appointed homes on Mount Carmel with their magnificent views of the Mediterranean. The time is 1968, one year after Israel’s stunning victory in the Six-Day War.

Yankele Bride (Adir Miller), the matchmaker, is right at home in this milieu. A Holocaust survivor whose back story we never learn, he is a man with a scarred face whose professional motto is, “I’ll give you what you need, not what you want,” and who “specializes in special cases” among his clientele.

FESTIVAL LINEUP

Thu., April 7

5:30 p.m. Opening Night Gala (pass holders only) Jewish comfort food and live klezmer music.

7:45 p.m. “The Matchmaker,” Israel Matchmaker Yankele Bride gives his clients “what they need, not what they want.”

Fri., April 8

1:30 p.m. “Mendel’s Tree” and “The Tailor” (shorts) and discussion with filmmaker Roberta Grossman

2:30 p.m. “Jews & Baseball: An American Love Story,” U.S. From the first professional game in 1846, Jews have been players, managers and owners. Narrated by Dustin Hoffman.

Sat., April 9

1:30 p.m. “Yoo-Hoo, Mrs. Goldberg,” U.S. Documentary of radio and TV pioneer Gertrude Berg, who created and starred in the first sitcom. 

3:45 p.m. “Crossing Delancey,” U.S. A bookseller thinks she’s too good for a pickle vendor, but her bubbe knows better. Q-and-A with the director, Joan Micklin Silver.

7:45 p.m. “Protektor,” Czechoslovakia. A tense film noir that traces the crack-up of a Czech Jewish actress and her Aryan husband under Nazi occupation.

Sun., April 10

8:45 a.m. Sunday Morning Live! Breakfast and discussion with filmmaker-in-residence Joan Micklin Silver.

11 a.m. “I’m Ready” and “A Reuben” (shorts) and Students’ Film Competition Winners

Noon “Jewish Soldiers in Blue and Gray,” U.S. 150,000 Jews lived in America during the Civil War, and 10,000 of them served in the Confederate and Union armies. This film explores the struggles facing Jewish Americans in battle and on the home front.

2:30 p.m. “Lemon Tree,” Israel. The Israeli defense minister moves into a house on the edge of the West Bank, sparking a confrontation with the Palestinian widow who owns the nearby lemon grove.

For tickets and locations,
call (805) 964-5577 or visit sbjff.org.

One such case is Sylvia (Bat-El Papura), caught up in the real-life story of seven Romanian dwarfs, fancied by Dr. Mengele for his Auschwitz experiments, who came to Israel and opened a movie theater in the Lower City, showing only romance pictures, mainly from India.

With her beautiful, luminous face, Sylvia “has a big heart in a small body,” as Yankele tells potential suitors.

Then there’s Meir (Dror Keren), the shy librarian who takes lessons in the social graces from the beautiful and mysterious Clara (Maya Dagan), who hides her Holocaust scars and is Yankele’s constant companion and ally in some of his shadier dealings.

Joining this odd set of characters is Arik Burstein (Tuval Shafir), a 17-year-old sabra from a middle-class family, who is recruited by Yankele to scout for new prospects and as a private eye to check out backgrounds of dubious clients.

Arik yearns to become a soldier and war hero but in the meantime is a voracious reader of the then-popular Stalag novels, in which sadistic Nazis made sport with voluptuous Jewish women prisoners.

The boy shares the belief of most Israelis of the time that the Holocaust survivors in their midst were kind of freakish and must have done something highly immoral and devious in the camps to escape death.

Since Arik’s own parents are survivors, he dares not ask them about their own experiences, even if they are willing to discuss them, for fear of what he might find out.

While Israel’s outsiders continued to struggle, for most young natives 1968 was the year they discovered the summer of love, rock music and other American innovations.

For Arik, love comes in the shapely form of Tamara (Neta Porat), daughter of a wealthy Iraqi family, who was raised in the United States. She brings startling news of women’s liberation and free love, and jumps fully clothed into a water fountain during a chaste scout meeting.

Avi Nesher is director and co-writer of “The Matchmaker,” and the film reflects much of his own life and upbringing.

He grew up the son of Holocaust survivors who never spoke of their past, and, as a 15-year-old in 1968, Nesher absorbed the changes brought about by the Six-Day War victory and the youthful revolts of the decade.

Nesher spent much of his adolescence in the United States, returning to Israel for his army service — where, to his embarrassment, he found out that he now spoke Hebrew with an American accent (and English with an Israeli accent).

At 23, he made his first film, “The Troupe,” an instant hit about an army entertainment group. He followed with a number of other successful movies but received so much flak with his 1984 picture “Rage and Glory,” about the pre-state underground Stern gang, that he decided to leave for Hollywood.

During a decade in the movie capital, he made a series of low-budget films, which made the studios — and him — a nice pot of money.

However, as his children grew up, he decided it was time to return to Israel, and right away scored big with the 2004 movie “Turn Left at the End of the World,” which became the highest-grossing movie in Israeli history.

“The Matchmaker” is Nesher’s most personal film to date, and while he abhors the idea of making a genre Holocaust movie, it is a subject that he — and Israel — cannot leave behind.

“The memory and mythology of the Shoah is in our DNA, for good or for bad,” Nesher said in a phone interview. “This catastrophe is still unresolved; it needs to be discussed and understood. It is part of the dialogue between myself and my kids.”

“The Matchmaker,” he insisted, is not a Holocaust film. “It is mainly a coming-of-age movie, about a kid growing up. He learns about the Holocaust, while at the same time finding out about the nature of love.” 

Nesher feels equally at home in Israel and in the United States, he said, and writes in English and Hebrew with equal fluency. He acknowledges, though, that he would find it difficult to survive in the Jewish homeland without being able to follow his beloved New York Giants on ESPN.

His family reflects the international outlook. “My father came from Romania, my mother is from Russia, my wife is Italian, and my kids are American,” he said. His next film will be about an American woman living in Israel.

Nesher, now 57, finds making movies in Israel “intoxicating,” with special psychological rewards. “When I run on the beach in the morning, some seven or eight people will stop me to say something nice about my last picture or ask me what I’ll be doing next,” he said.

Other films featured at the Santa Barbara Film Festival include the documentary “Jews and Baseball: An American Love Story,” “Crossing Delancey” and the Czechoslovakian film nominated for Best Foreign Language Film, “Protektor.” See sidebar for full festival details.

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Dancing off the street

As on most Tuesday afternoons, 17-year-old Jess Davis parked her red sedan in front of the local Boys & Girls Club and emerged wearing baggy blue sweat pants and a white tank top, her long brown hair hanging loose around her shoulders.

Immediately upon seeing her, a swarm of children who had been congregating at the entrance to the building rushed forward and nearly tackled her with hugs and squeals of delight. The kids, from rough neighborhoods and modest homes, were excited about their hip-hop dance class, taught by Davis through the Santa Barbara-based program Everybody Dance Now! (EDN!)

The youth-founded and youth-run organization was created in 2005 by then-14-year-old Jackie Rotman, a Santa Barbara high school student and member of Congregation B’nai B’rith. Rotman had discovered the cathartic nature of dance and, during one particular dance performance, she was inspired to turn her passion into a community service venture. 

When she was 12, Rotman performed as part of a dance troupe for an audience of teenagers with disabilities. When the music abruptly stopped in the middle of their routine, the group spontaneously brought the audience up on stage so everyone could dance together.

“It ended up being this completely transformational experience because I realized how dance can be used to bring people together who might not normally interact and really just give people this strong sense of self-esteem and joy,” said Rotman, now 19 and a junior at Stanford University.

Although relatively young and inexperienced, the teen single-handedly created and managed EDN!, an organization offering free hip-hop dance classes to at-risk youth in an effort to keep them engaged in positive, creative ways of self-expression. The purpose of EDN! is rooted in an unsettling statistic relayed by the organization’s current assistant development director, 15-year-old Olivia Berci: It is estimated that in Santa Barbara, there are more than 2,000 young people who are considered at risk of joining a gang, and the average age of gang entry is 14. 

EDN! draws upon high school- and college-age volunteers, as well as paid professional dance teachers, to teach the classes and mentor the children. Operating costs have been covered thus far by grants and private donations – and the Jewish community of Santa Barbara has played an active role in raising these funds.

“Together as a community, we can have such a big impact,” Rotman said. “When you draw on that power, you can really channel it for a lot of social change.”

When Rotman left Santa Barbara for Stanford, she appointed another high school girl to run EDN! until she, too, moved on to college. Since then, the leadership role has been passed down to a group of high-schoolers who share the day-to-day responsibilities of managing the organization, a tradition they plan to continue.

“The fact that we are youth-run really sets us apart because we are able to form a connection with our students that many adults can’t,” Berci said. “They feel that they can relate to us better, and we can be that person who’s not only their friend but their mentor as well.”

The impact of the hip-hop classes is visible not only in the obvious affection the kids express for teachers like Davis, but also in the widespread appeal of the program. Without a studio or central space to call its own, EDN! has formed partnerships with local schools, youth organizations and after-school activity centers where dance spaces already exist. Currently, there are 17 classes held every week at various venues across Santa Barbara, engaging children 6 through 15 years old, although the classes are open to children of all ages.

“That site partner, a lot of times they’re providing tutoring,” Berci explained, “so we come in and provide something fun, something different; it’s hip-hop, so it’s cool, and a lot of the kids really like it and connect with it.”

With Santa Barbara as the model chapter, the organization began expanding nationally in April and has been assisting teens in other cities to form and operate their own division of EDN! Rotman, who is still active in the organization she founded, also recently drew inspiration from a source far from the California coast: Uganda. During a trip to East Africa last summer, Rotman became involved with Breakdance Project Uganda (BPU), whose mission is very similar to that of EDN! One difference, however, is that BPU regularly gathers all of its students, numbering in the hundreds, at a single venue to learn new dance moves, as well as to teach one another.

With this method in mind, Rotman and her team launched Breakdance Project Santa Barbara this year. People from all backgrounds and ages joined together for an enormous dance class on Jan. 16, an event that will be repeated periodically throughout the upcoming months. This is only one of Rotman’s dreams for the expansion of EDN!

“The main thing that I hope is that Everybody Dance Now! can be something that is sustainably run without my leadership,” Rotman said.“You know you’ve achieved something when it can continue without you.” 

For more information on Everybody Dance Now!, go to everybodydancenow.org.

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Gathering: Valley Performing Arts Center, Tifani Coyot, Matisyahu, Herzog Wine Cellars


Dr. Gerald Picus and former L.A. City Councilwoman Joy Picus celebrated the gala opening of the $125 million Valley Performing Arts Center on Jan. 29. The two-hour star-studded event at California State University, Northridge, drew Valley performers, including Jane Kaczmarek, Noah Wyle, Nancy Cartwright, Dave Koz and Cheech Marin, as well as 1,700 guests.



Tifani Coyot, holding the Torah, was installed as cantor at Kol Tikvah in Woodland Hills during Shabbat services on Jan. 28. Preschool families continued the celebration during morning services, and an installation gala welcomed Coyot on Saturday evening.   



Matisyahu, seen with Rabbi Moshe Bryski, executive director of Chabad of the Conejo, performed an acoustic concert, “Matisyahu Unplugged,” at the Thousand Oaks Civic Arts Plaza on Jan. 15. Comedian Mendy Pellin served as emcee during the evening, a benefit for Chabad of the Conejo’s building campaign, which drew 1,700 people. Photo by David Miller Studios. 



Students at Temple Adat Elohim’s Hebrew School used socks to simulate the difficulty some disabled children and adults experience in everyday life. The synagogue’s annual Jewish Disabilities Awareness Month fair brings together families to sensitize and introduce children to the challenges faced by people with disabilities. Photo by Cyndi Levenson.   



Rep. Brad Sherman,  left,  joined Rabbi Moshe Bryski in presenting Mosab Yousef with an American flag during the “Son of Hamas” lecture on Feb. 21, which drew 1,000 people to the Hyatt Westlake Plaza Hotel. Yousef, who was disowned and denounced by his father, a leader in the Hamas movement, worked covertly to assist the Jewish state and provided information that prevented dozens of suicide attacks. 



Addie Lupert, Rick Lupert and Cantor Jen Roher performed during “Sing Unto God a New Song,” an erev Shabbat service tribute to the life and legacy of Debbie Friedman, at Temple Ahavat Shalom in Northridge on Feb. 4. Photo by Al Lapides. 



Herzog Wine Cellars in Oxnard hosted the fourth annual International Food & Wine Festival on Feb. 16. Guests sampled kosher wines as well as Mediterranean fare from Tierra Sur chef Todd Aarons.

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Deliberately, delightfully child-free

Ken and Alissa Koven love kids — as long as they’re other people’s.

“We like to give them back when we’re done,” Ken said.

The Marina del Rey couple have no intention of ever having children, a decision that may rankle bubbes everywhere but is just fine with them.

They’re not alone, by any means. In 2008, nearly 20 percent of American women ended their child-bearing years without having kids, compared to 10 percent in 1976, according to a June 2010 report by the Pew Research Center that drew on U.S. Census Bureau data.

While some of those women may have put off having children because of work or education, Alissa decided at an early age that she would be childless by choice.

“I knew by the time I was 20 that I didn’t want children,” the 38-year-old said. “I spent many hours and years baby-sitting. I really enjoy spending time with children, but I like my nice, quiet, peaceful home. It was a very informed decision.”

Coming to an agreement about this subject with her husband was easy. Ken, an IT consultant who grew up in Thousand Oaks, was pushing 40 by the time they were married in 2003. At that point, having kids was not at the top of his list of priorities.

“I was on the fence. I was open to either way,” he said.

Now, at 46, he’s grateful they made the decision they did. It allows them to lock up the house with little notice and travel the world as Ken’s job requires. (They recently returned from a year living in Australia.) They can be, in a word, spontaneous. Their mantra is that it only takes two to make a family.

“Our lives are complete,” Alissa said. “We don’t need kids to have a full life.”

Some relatives had a tough time being persuaded, however.

“Jewish parents want grandchildren,” Ken said. “My mother’s probably still holding out hope.”

Both of the Kovens, whose parents have other grandchildren, were raised Jewish but are not members of a synagogue.

“I do feel some Jewish guilt about not having children, because I do, or did, have the opportunity to increase the Jewish population by one or two and am not doing it,” said Alissa, who does freelance work in market research and as a copy editor.

Despite the divine commandment in Genesis to “be fruitful and multiply,” fertility rates among Jewish women are lower than those for U.S. women in general and are not high enough to replace the current population, according to the 2000-2001 National Jewish Population Survey, sponsored by United Jewish Communities and Jewish Federations.

The decision to have children in today’s world is about much more than creating life; it’s about quality of life, too.

“People don’t talk about the negatives of raising kids. It’s always about the positives,” Ken said. Some parents make it sound like having kids is all about baking cookies, tossing baseballs and sharing hugs, he said. What they tend to leave out is the exhaustion, worry and frustration, not to mention the expense.

The Kovens, who said conversations with others on the topic can sometimes be awkward and make them feel defensive, said they see both sides of the equation.

“We both knew what it would take — the amount of time and effort — in order to be a good parent, and we’re just not comfortable with that kind of commitment,” Ken said. “If you’re going to have kids, it has to become the center of your universe.”

They admit that there are inherent downsides to their choice: Alissa would love to be a grandmother someday, and she worries about what will happen when they get older.

“I see my friends taking care of their parents in nursing homes and dealing with issues of the elderly,” she said.

She also knows that she will never experience the special bond and unconditional love that parents have told her exists between them and their child, but she said she’s willing to miss out on that part of life.

And let’s be clear — not wanting kids isn’t the same as hating them. The Kovens spend plenty of time with little tykes. Many of their friends have children. “When I go see these kids, I’m all about fun,” Ken said. “I can just be this crazy person who roughhouses and gives piggyback rides — and leaves.”

They just don’t have as much in common with friends who are parents as they do with other child-free friends. With that in mind, the Kovens joined an organization called No Kidding! Founded in Vancouver, British Columbia, in 1984, the international social club for childless singles and couples now has 44 chapters around the world and about 10,000 members.

Jerry Steinberg, who is the group’s “founding non-father emeritus,” said in an e-mail that there were two main reactions when he started the group.

“Most people were appalled that anyone would actually choose not to have children, and sure that anyone who would do so must be some kind of child-hating monster,” wrote Steinberg, who was born Jewish but said he does not subscribe to most tenets of the religion. “A much smaller minority were relieved to discover that they weren’t alone in their choice, and that there were some very intelligent, caring, fun people who had also chosen not to add more consuming polluters to our overpopulated planet.”

The majority’s reaction has softened since then.

In 1988, only 39 percent of adults disagreed with the statement that people without children “lead empty lives,” according to the National Opinion Research Center’s General Social Survey. That figure rose to 59 percent by 2002. Likewise, nearly half of those surveyed in a 2009 Pew Research Center poll thought it didn’t matter that a growing share of women never want to have kids.

As the societal pressure to bear children diminishes, the message from couples like the Kovens is clear.

“We’re not evil people,” Ken said. “It’s OK to make this choice.”

About 125 people are members of the Southern California chapter of No Kidding!, which started in the San Fernando Valley and now is based in Long Beach, according to organizer Dominic Albert.

At first glance, there’s nothing inherently different between this social group and many others that get together to eat, chat and socialize. Dig a little deeper, though, and Ken points out a dead giveaway:

“Nobody needs to worry about finding a baby-sitter before they go out.” 

More information on No Kidding! can be found at nokidding.net.

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