I just saw the ultimate ObsessiveJew movie, “Waltz with Bashir“, about a Jew with amnesia who is trying to remember what happened to him during the 1982 war with Lebanon.
It’s seriously good with amazing animation — but I always thought Jewish amnesia was when you forget everything good and only remember the painful and scary. In my mother’s case, as she gets older, she forgets everything but how my father annoyed her.
What do you think? Jewish amnesia is the premise. Go.
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I know you can’t take New York out of the man and I’m very thankful for that. But would it be so bad to live in a city that takes the phrase “quality of life” seriously?
Just a thought…
One of my favorite quotes is this one from “Annie Hall”:
“I feel that life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. That’s the two categories. The horrible are like … terminal cases … blind people, crippled. I don’t know how they get through life. It’s amazing to me. And the miserable is everyone else. So you should be thankful that you’re miserable, because that’s very lucky, to be miserable.” -Alvy Singer