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Ricky Gervais: Justin Bieber, Anne Frank House Joan of Arc #39;s "Gervatheism" with Opie Anthony Ricky Gervais jokes with Opie and Anthony about his twitter response to Justin Bieber #39;s visit to the Anne Frank house. For more information on the "Opie An... By: sirius
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BREAKING Apartheid state of Israel now bans 26 Gaza runners from Bethlehem Marathon http://www.youtube.com/user/cip1883?feature=mhee http://www.facebook.com/craig.houston.9847 http://www.facebook.com/pages/Freedom-news-HUB/196931600444224?sk... By: cip1883
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Posted By simmons on April 18, 2013
THE WORST MOM IN ISRAEL #8236; By: ronni azulay
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Posted By simmons on April 18, 2013
Israel, Israel, God is Calling -Elder Jeffrey R. Holland CES Fireside Sep. 2012 Israel, Israel, God is Calling -Elder Jeffrey R.
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COMBATE: Israel es Niero de la China 17/04/13 ISRAEL FUE NIERA DE LA CHINA.
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Posted By simmons on April 17, 2013
Donkey Rescue in Israel - If you liked the video, please share it. I just want to share a few important links: Eldad #39;s Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/eldad75 Hope For Paws #39; Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/hop..
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Posted By richards on April 17, 2013
Video still from Street (2011) by James Nares. (Courtesy the Metropolitan Museum of Art / James Nares)
The morning after I arrived in New York last month for a weeks visitthe city had been my longtime home until three years ago, when I moved to EuropeI went to the Metropolitan Museum to see the extraordinary new video Street by James Nares. A set of continual tracking shots of New York life, it was shot from a moving car, using a technique whereby each person captured on camera becomes a sort of extreme slow-motion three-dimensional Everymana flicked cigarette is as poetic in its eternal arc as flapping birds. A dazzling hour of audio-visual meditation, it is particularly suited to anyone whos just disembarked from a plane and wants to plunge immediately into the city. Mr. Nares told me that he wished he had made such a video when he first arrived here, back in the mid-1970s. Seeing Street prompted me to take the citys pulse, note its shifts, lament whats been lost in the time since I lived here.
It seemed appropriate to do so in the pages of The Observer, my lifeline to New York when I found myself stranded in Milan in the 1990s, laboring as editor of the magazine Flash Art. I would sneak off to the caf every morning with my precious copy of the paper and sit with the inevitable espresso, sipping with wry regret at the news of all-too-distant Gotham, until my furious boss would burst through the door shouting in his apoplectic and comically accented English, why I was not at work.
The excitement of this city still rings out with the very first announcement of its name at Heathrow, where I was thrilled to hear, among a request for passengers to present themselves to the departure desk, Mr. Brice Marden, Mr. Marden please. Reading on the plane of the recent death of Mayor Koch, I realized that many of my favorite friends in the city belong to that last great generation that was already living there when Mr. Koch took over in 1978, the pre-Koch posse of urban warriors who knew downtown when it really was down in all its now-unimaginable gorgeous poverty.
I stayed with one of them, the fabled artist Jan Frank, in his untouched loft on Bond Street, one of those few remaining absolutely authentic spaces, as far from the real estate agent fantasy of artists loft as a cupcake is from a crack vial, a place from which to step out and survey the ravages of gentrification on the surrounding block. Jan was busy mounting a group exhibition about the 1970s for the gallery White Box, and his neighbor from across Bond came over the cobblesthe impeccable veteran Minimalist Stephen Rosenthal, with his elegant striped canvases from that era and tales of the artists co-op in which hes lived forever. Joseph Kosuth used to be there way back in the 60s, and they still have the now-elderly art student once shot by Chris Burden as part of a performance, the sort of celebrity who would hardly past muster at the Herzog & de Meuron condo next door.
Best of all are tales of Doug Ohlson, last of the old-skool boozer abstractionists, who used to be so drunk he would get stuck in the fancy tree installed outside by developers, jammed in the unexpected branches with his bottle, and who came to his end on the pavement outside the latest luxury shoe boutique. This was Carl Andres great drinking buddy, the man he is said to have called after Ana Mendieta fell to her deathtry telling that to the sippers of locally sourced milk at The Smile.
The particular sense of loss and promise that seems uniquely generated by Manhattan is the source of much of its cultural mythology. The long battle between ancient and modern is more acute here than anywhere else, the lust for destruction, for immediate profit, overwhelming heritage. Thus I had to note, with a shock akin to a missing limb, the shuttered door of the Grandaisy Bakery on Sullivan Street and, even more brutal, the transformation of Gino into a shiny emporium selling spotlit gourmet cupcakes, an extreme contrast with the osso buco chiaroscuro and shuffling Sicilian waiters of the good old days. I peered for the faintest trace of that famous zebra wallpaper, any slightest vestige of that historic interiorgone, only its echo at Royals townhouse on Archer Avenue remaining now.
Thank the primeval Lords of Unrule that at least the Subway Inn around the corner remains unchanged. There a stiff bourbon mit chaser ushered out any lingering miasma of nostalghia, for how easily at that notoriously sticky beer-stained counter could one become like that perfect elder WASP recently met, now in permanent exile on his Newport estate, who explained to me why he could never return to New York, had not set foot in the place in over 50 years: You see I knew the city in its very greatest years, in the 50s and early 60s, so it would be simply too devastating for me to ever have to see it as it is today.
In the citys museums, too, I felt a sense of loss. In the Mets wondrous new American wing, I was dismayed to discover that the great painting The Quartette by my famous relative William Turner Dannat, an imposing salon piece that used to dominate a wall, had been stripped of its period frame and stuck in open storage, where one can contemplate its fall from grace through glass like some once-proud beast in zoo captivity. I was heartened, though, at the Frick, by an impeccable exhibition of Impressionist prints and drawings from the Clark Art Institute, including some gathered by Robert Sterling Clark himself in Paris after WWI, like works from the Degas studio sale that he attended.
The contrast between the pleasures of the Frick and MoMA down the road could not be more extreme, the latter having seemingly turned into a processing machine for mass tourism with a density of crowds and confusion to rival Toys R Us at Christmas, vast packs of wilding youth barely checked by a security force more suited to a high-security prison. MoMA makes clear what happens when a museum becomes an obligatory destination for every out-of-town visitor and every grade of schoolchild, a sort of object lesson in the frightening furthest limits of democracy. (Admissions figures at MoMA are surely significant, for even if not everyone pays the full $25, the sheer millions of visitors must add up to a pretty serious annual total.) The main activity at MoMA would seem to be textingevery gallery is dense with shoe-gazing teens on their gadgets, tapping out aphorisms to each other, a dense mass of incessant typing through which it is almost impossible to clear a path. Yet among all this horror, the curatorial chops have never been betterthere was a cracking small show on genius junkie designer Robert Brownjohn and his Goldfinger title sequence, and some clever soul had at last taken Pavel Tchelitchews painting Hide and Seek out of storage and installed it at the top of an escalator, where it gathers as many admiring crowds, and quite rightly, as when it was the museums No. 1 attraction.
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Posted By richards on April 17, 2013
The Jewish Museum of Florida
The Jewish Museum of Florida-FIU (JMOF-FIU) is the only museum dedicated to telling the story of 250 years of Florida Jewish heritage, arts and culture. MOSAIC: Jewish Life in Florida, the Museums core exhibit, depicts the Florida Jewish experience through photographs, artifacts, documents and oral histories from pioneer families to the states most recent arrivals. The exhibition was an 8-year statewide grassroots collecting effort, led by JMOF Founding Executive Director Marcia Jo Zerivitz. MOSAIC traveled to 13 cities from 1990-1994. The traveling exhibit generated so much interest that by 1995, MOSAIC evolved into the Jewish Museum of Florida and the traveling exhibit became the Museums core exhibit, which is continuously updated to reflect Floridas growing history.
JMOF-FIU collects, preserves and interprets the material evidence of the Jewish experience in Florida that began in 1763 in Pensacola, when Jews were first allowed to live in the state. Since opening in 1995, the Museum has mounted and hosted more than 65 world-class temporary art and history exhibits, and regularly attracts visitors from all over the world. JMOF also presents cultural and educational programs, houses a Collections & Research Center reflecting Florida Jewish history and communicates Jewish history, values and issues to Jews and non-Jews alike in an informal manner.
The Museum is located in two former adjacent synagogues that housed Miami Beachs first Jewish congregation, Beth Jacob. Both synagogues, built in 1929 and 1936, are listed on the National Register of Historic Places. The latter building, which underwent a two-year restoration from 1993- 1995, was designed by architect Henry Hohauser and boasts art deco features, a Moorish-style copper dome, marble bimah and 80 stained-glass windows. The 1929 original shul was renovated in 2007. In 2008, Bessies Bistro made its debut as a center court and interior connection between the two buildings and the Orovitz Museum Store was expanded. The Jewish Museum of Florida spent $4 million on restorations to adapt the historic structures to create a stateof- the-art museum space. JMOF-FIU is accredited by the American Association of Museums, an honor awarded to less than five percent of the nations museums.
JMOF-FIU has been recognized with many accolades, including being named the Jewel of South Beach, and Best Museum by Miami New Times. The Museum has become a leader in the field, initiating such projects as legislation for an annual Florida Jewish History Month in January and a national Jewish American Heritage Month celebrated each May.
In Fall 2012, the Museum became part of Florida International University. The historic partnership strengthens awareness of JMOFs internationally recognized institution, broadens its academic offerings and increases scholarly research of its collections. FIU will utilize the Museums facilities and collection to implement an academic plan consistent with JMOFs and FIUs shared educational, research and outreach missions.
The Jewish Museum of Florida is located at 301 Washington Avenue in South Beach. Open daily 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. except Mondays, civil and Jewish holidays. Admission: Adults/$6; Seniors/$5; Families/$12; Members and children under 6/Always Free; Saturdays/Free; Wednesdays and Fridays/Free for Miami Beach residents with valid ID. For more information: 305- 672-5044 or http://www.jewishmuseum.com.
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Posted By simmons on April 17, 2013
High Voltage - (Israel, Karmiel 15/04/2013) By: idvdo
Posted By simmons on April 17, 2013
Marla Schuchman Shares the Israel Startup Community with Phoenix Marla Schuchman flew in to Arizona to chat with us about the Israeli startup community and the why how of their prowess.
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