Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Thoughts on publishing academic papers

I've been itchy for a long time to share thoughts that are unrelated to Tanach, the subject of my other, more active blog, Tanach Thoughts.

I debated for a long time whether I should open another blog, until I remembered I still have this one. So, after a few years, here I am once again.

What's on my mind? Well, a lot of things. I mean, there's a war going on here in Israel. But in my private four amot, I'm impatiently waiting for replies from four different journals regarding academic papers I submitted.

One is on the topic of the Levitical Cities. I first handed it in to a certain Israeli journal a little over a year ago. A month later, the editor informed me that the paper was lacking for various reasons, but since I was new to the field, she was giving me the option to fix the issues and resubmit. It took about a year to go through all of the revisions, but I finally gave it in a little over a month ago. But then it took another month until I received the okay from the editor that she was sending it in to be peer reviewed. That's better than last time, to be sure, but who knows how long peer review wl take...

The second one, about the life of Rabbi Elazar ben Arach, was sent to a bunch of different journals. It has been rejected from three journals and is now in the hands of a fourth. It's been a little over a month since submission.

The third one, about Karaites and haskalah, based on an extensively-researches answer I wrote on Mi Yodeya a few years ago, was sent in as an experiment to a minor journal published by a major publishing company. The experiment was to see whether I would be able to get published on my own, without assistance from professors (as was the case with the first two papers). I figured it would be quickly rejected and I would move on to the next journal, but it has been piling dust there for over six months! Only a month and a half ago did its status change to "under review".

The fourth one, which is simply my seminary paper from last year on Jewish Messianic hopelessness in the 3rd-4th centuries CE, was sent in to an Israeli history journal which was created with the goal of publishing seminary papers, to give a leg-up to aspiring young history students. That was sent in some time last summer. I was quickly informed that the paper would only be read by the staff when the semester starts. The semester hasn't started yet.......though it will in a couple of weeks. However, who knows whether the staff are in the army or not, and when they might get around to reading it. Not that I'm optimistic they'll think it's right for the paper. I kind of invented a topic on that one, so the theory is a bit all over the place. I connected sources and situations that otherwise seem to have no relation at all. And it's super long to boot.

The fifth paper has not been submitted yet. It's still a draft. It's a particularly exciting research project regarding a fascinating manuscript that has hardly been studied before. One of my professors read it and thought it was worth publishing. He recommended I hold off with submitting it and try to use this as an opportunity to network, to get to know more experienced scholars. He suggested a number of ways to do this, each involves soliciting advice from more experienced scholars, in different manners. Right now I went with the simplest option, which is to send it to another professor of mine, who I had previously been too shy to ask for help in this. The first professor convinced me the second would be happy to help. And so, he agreed to read the paper as soon as he could. However, I took that to mean a few days at most. But it's been two weeks. Just a bit of a downer.

Anyway, here I am, waiting. I would really like to get something accepted for publication before I finish my degree. It'd be cool in itself, and I'd like to spread my ideas. Right now I needed to get all of these nerves off of my chest.

Saturday, November 7, 2020

BD"H, Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks

I thought this blog might as well have been dead for multiple reasons, but as the rabbi in the title just passed, I thought I would put something out there in his memory.

In my mind, the greatest title a rabbi could have is "Rabbi Lord", which is the title Rabbi Sacks had for many years. We all know that "rabbi" commands Torah-respect for the individual. But "Lord" is a word of world-wide empowerment. Lord makes one sound truly mighty. I think Rabbi Sacks zt"l fulfilled both of his titles. He was a top-notch leader of the Jewish community, and he also did his best at navigating British politics.

I don't know too much about Rabbi Sacks' teachings, but the little that I have on occasion seen and heard has always been very inspiring. I was profoundly inspired from a recording of an idea his whatsapp group sent out Elul before last. In it, he brought the story of a woman who spoke to a reporter about prayer. When asked what she says during her prayers, she said she does nothing, she only listens (to God). And what does God say, asked the reporter. Nothing, she answered. He listens, too.

When I first heard that, I was confused. I didn't understand what any of that meant. But the Rabbi Sacks proceeded to explain the idea that during tefillah, there's a kind of special back-and-forth with Hashem. While yes, we do speak during prayer, at the same time, we're also listening for Hashem. And Hashem, for His part, is waiting and listening to us. Mutual listening for each other. it was something I had never considered before and was truly in awe by the idea.

Rabbi Sacks, I never knew you personally, but I've heard many times of your striving to bring Jews from all four corners and all communities together. The world now has a Rabbi Sacks-shaped hole in it. May your neshama receive the highest aliyah, B"H.

תנצב"ה

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

 הכותרת היא שם של שיר שגיליתי היום. השיר קצת ריגש אותי לשמוע (גרסה אחת אפשר לשמוע כאן). מבחינתי אפשר לתרגם את השיר הזה גם לתותחניא תובב"א. לא מוגדר בשיר לאיזה סוג תחמושת הוא מתייחס...

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition/Frank Loesser:

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Lord and swing into position
Can't afford to be a politician
Praise the Lord, we're all between perdition
And the deep blue sea
Yes the sky pilot said it
Ya gotta give him credit
For a sonofagun of a gunner was he
Shouting Praise the Lord, we're on a mighty mission
All aboard, we ain't a-goin' fishin'
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Lord (Praise the Lord) and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord (Praise the Lord) and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord (Praise the Lord) and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
And we'll all stay free

יש משהו מאוד ביינישי בשיר: ספרא וסייפא, לחימה עם תורה, "הלא כה דברי כאש נאום ה'", וכן הלאה. מזכיר לי את העלון התורני  שהוצאתי לחטיבה שלי בזמנו "אש ורוח". הלוואי שנזכה שהרוח הזאת תשוב ותפעם בחיל ובצבא.

Tuesday, March 3, 2020

מחשבות בעקבות יום הבחירות ו' אדר תש"ף

כן, יצאנו אתמול להתנדב. הדרמנו קצת לאשקלון, הצטרפנו אל המטה האשקלוני, קיבלנו חולצות מגניבות שאין לי מושג מתי ועד ייצא לי ללבוש אותן, הצטוותנו ויצאנו לדרך.
היו צחוקים, היו כלבים שנבחו עלינו, הביא פיצה ועוגה ומטבעות שוקולד למטה (יעני, שולחן 'הפקר' נייד)...

מה לא היה? אנשים שהשתכנעו לצאת ולהצביע ימינה.
אתמול נפקחו לי קצת העיניים: אנשים שהם לא חובשי כיפה פשוט לא מכירים מישהו מלבד ביבי. ביבי, ביבי, ביבי. ליכוד נשמע גם פה ושם. אבל ביבי בכל מקום. אשריהם שהם לא שמאלנים (אני לא רוצה לחשוב על מה הפעילים במרכז היו צריכים להתמודד עם)...
אבל! לא רק שהעם מנותק מהפוליטיקה, הפוליטיקאים מנותקים מהעם. מאתמול בערב יש לי תמונה בראש של כל מיני כנסים של ימינה/מפלגות דתיות מהשנים האחרונות, קהל גדול, מרימים את הח"כים על הכתפיים וכו'.

 זו אשלייה! קומץ של צאצאי מפד"לניקים מגיעים להתכנסויות האלו. ברור שהם ירקדו לצלילי "לילילילי", "שאו שערים" ו"שורו הביטו". ברור שהם ישמחו לראות את "האנשים שלנו בכנסת". אבל מחוץ לבועה הפסטורלית הזו של "הדתיים", יש אחוזים עצומים של עם ישראל שפשוט. לא. מכירים. את הדתיים. חד משמעית. לא פלא שמעולם לא הצלחנו לחזור ל12 מנדטים של "משהו חדש מתחיל". זה היה פוקס, נס, לא ברור בעליל. נכון להיום, משהו כמו 99% מהמצביעים של גלגול המפד"ל הם חובשי כיפה.

סיון רהב מאיר כתבה הערב: "לא העם מקולקל אלא הפוליטיקה מקולקלת". ללא ספק. העם הימני ממשיך להבציע ביבי כי הוא לא באמת מכיר אפשרות אחרת. הוא לא מכיר אפשרות אחרת משום שהאפשרויות האחרות לא "יורדים" אל העם כדי להכיר להם את האפשרות שהם מציעים.

 רואים את אחד מהמתמודדים לנשיאות ארה"ב"The West Wing" אני לא יודע אם הדבר הזה נכון או לא, אבל בסדרה בראשית דרכו, לפני הפריימריז של המפלגה הדמוקרטית, עובר בית-בית, מציג את עצמו, גורם לעם להכיר אותו, את דעותיו, השקפותיו וכו'. בפרק אחר מופיע מתמודד אחר עושה ערב שיח עם אנשים מקומיים באיזה בר או משהו, יש קצת אוכל, שתייה, אבל בעיקר הוא מציג את השקפותיו ויש לאנשים זמן לשאול שאלות ולדון איתו. והוא מאוד כנה בהצגת המצע שלו. שני האנשים האלה הם דמויות מרכזיות בסדרה ואכן זוכים בבחירות...אבל הרעיון המוצג לדעתי הוא טוב מאוד - אבל הוא לא מיושם בארץ. ולכן לא פלא שהמוטו של ימינה הפעם היה "הפעם שומרים על הבית" - זה משהו שבאמת הצליח - הם לא השיגו יותר ממקודם. שימור, לא מעבר. כי אין להם מושג באמת איך ללכת אל המעבר. הם נשארים בראש של מפלגה סקטורלית. לא נגיע לשומקום אם נשאר ככה קטנים, נרמסים.

ובכן, זה המצב, וחבל באמת שזה כך.

שנזכה שמנהיגיניו יפקחו קצת את העיניים, שנזכה להתאחד יותר עם שאר עם ישראל.

Thursday, February 20, 2020

My Miracle - Thankful To Be Alive


When I was in Basic Training, we had a day – a Friday, for some reason – in which we learned how and got to actually throw a hand-grenade. We were divided into small groups of soldiers moving between the different practice stations. Upon completion we were moved toward the practical part  first throwing a practice grenade and then moving on to the real deal.

Having completed most of the practice stations, I moved on to the last one, which was: what to do if the grenade falls in the radius of where you’re standing. What we had to do was, at the drop of a rock that symbolized the grenade, run out of the area and then fling ourselves onto the ground, with our hands covering our heads. When it was my turn, I did just that, and as I hit the ground at raised my hands, I felt a horrible, horrible crack in my shoulder and my arm, uncontrollably, snapped to my side.

It took almost two years, well after my service, before I learned that my shoulder muscles had torn, maybe quite badly (I’m still in the middle of checkups), but at that moment I was in terrible pain. None of the sergeants had any idea what my problem was, and I could see it written on their faces: I was surely faking. That’s how the military mentality is: A guy could be the most obedient soldier, but if he says he isn’t feeling well in the middle of training, it must mean that he’s faking. I don’t blame them: My shoulder had dislocated and snapped back into place on its own – and this is a condition that nobody I know has ever heard of. When I later explained what I felt to the unit’s medical officer (not a trained doctor, mind you), he raised his eyebrows and said: No way your shoulder dislocated. You wouldn’t be able to move it if that’s what happened. I had the last (cynical) laugh years later when it turned out that I had been right.

So, barely able to move my arm, certainly not able to put on the bulletproof vest that we had to wear when throwing the real grenades, I wasn’t able to throw that day and instead threw one a few weeks later.

Anyway, in most of my medical problems, I don’t usually question why Hashem gave me those. In some cases, yes. But this wasn’t one of those cases. And yet, I found myself thinking about it on Wednesday night, when an incredible realization dawned on me: What would have happened if my shoulder had torn and subsequently dislocated and snapped into place that first time – maybe half just half an hour later? It could’ve been just when I was supposed to remove the pin and toss the grenade – it could’ve actually fallen in the throwing station – and chas v’shalom, I may not be alive today to write down this!

This realization struck me: I have been saved by Hashem. And it took me almost three years to come to this realization.

And as I continued to dwell on this realization over the next day, I realized: On Rosh Hashanah of that year, the Heavenly Court may have decided: Harel is going to be terribly injured or killed chas v’shalom during grenade-training. And then Hashem rose up and said: Wait, Harel has yet to fulfill his duty in this world (whatever that may be). I’m letting him off easy with a shoulder injury!

And I’ll end with a quote from Rabbi Ari Bensoussan: “מה יתאונן האדם חי – דיו שהוא חי! , You’re alive! What more do you possibly need?!”

Thank you Hashem.

Monday, February 17, 2020

The Mystery of the Vilna Gate-Caper

...is yet to be resolved.

Okay, I've been quite intensively researching the origins of the famed Vilna-gate title-page that appears in most modern gemaras:

Image result for שער וילנא
Yup, this old thing. Anyway, I've made some interesting discoveries, which will be for another time, when I'll have more koach to write about it.
What boggles my mind is that no one seems to care who made this. It's an engraving, and from a base look, it's quite good. But who made it? Nothing. Nadda. Now, researching different versions and editions, I managed to make out some signatures - but their meanings are unclear.

I hope to go later this week to the NLI (National Library of Israel) in hopes of maybe digging up more info. I'll be quite bummed if they don't have an answer.

For me it'll be an adventure, though. This'll only be my second time at the NLI, and actually walking up to a worker there for info...well, hope it'll turn out alright.

Will update eventually.

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Wojtek, or: Every Artillery unit has an awesome symbol than Keren-411

I watched today a short video about an Asian bear who was adopted during WWII by the 22nd Artillery Unit in the Polish Army whom they named Wojtek (happy warrior). Wojtek was eventually drafted into the unit and assisted greatly during ensuing battles and made it to the rank of corporal.
Eventually, the unit adopted a new insignia: Wojtek holding an artillery shell (now my profile pic).

And I'm left here wondering, as an art-and-graphics enthusiast and a former artillery corpsman, why in Hashem's Name, does every artillery unit have a cool symbol but mine?

Meet the 411th Battalion, Gdud "Keren". Keren means either horn or ray. The proginators of the battalion decided to go with the latter. And lo and behold, Keren's insignia is...a Howitzer on a sun backdrop. A sun? Seriously? Instead of blasting our enemies with explosive fire, we'll give them milk 'n' cookies and hugs 'n' rainbows 'n' pretty suns.

Oy gevalt...

I've seen an artillery insignia that has a shell designed like a shark. I've seen one with a tiger, one with a dragon (albeit, a lame-looking one, but still cooler), one with a stag, etc. But we get stuck with a pretty sun...sigh.

Why couldn't we have gotten some kind of horned creature? A rhino, a goat, a stag, a ram, even a unicorn...

Just some maddening thoughts I have on the subject...