Summertime

The 2005/6 school year is officially over. It seems like all my friends are graduating, and all the undergrads are going abroad in the Fall. I wish you all success wherever life takes you.

The JewniProj has had its successes and its failures. I didn't know exactly where it would go when it was first launched last January. I wanted to bring the community together more online and create an open forum where people could express their concerns and opinions freely; I wanted to increase UCSC's Jewish presence online, and create a more informed Jewish student body. It was an ambitious goal, especially since we were grass-roots and didn't have the explicit support from the UCSC Jewish org machers in the beginning. But we thrived for the most part.

The JewniProj is officially going into Summer mode. Now, since the blog was designed mainly for UCSC students, that means the blog doesn't serve the same purpose during the summer. Some of our contributors have assured me that they'll continue posting throughout the summer, but it's not very likely judging by the amount of posts that they have composed in the past month. So, for the summer it will be what it will be, and in the Fall, if things go as planned, the blog will resume and function as it has the past six months. I'll still be in Santa Cruz through the summer, so I'll update as often as possible and announce any Jewish events that I hear about.

I want to sincerely thank all of our contributors who have taken time and effort out of their busy schedules the past half-year to work on this blog, without pay, without class credits, without even knowing if anyone in the world was reading it. Thank you for believing in this project, and I hope you will all continue to contribute in the future.

And now it's summertime. The fish are jumpin and the cottons high The wild blackberry bushes around town are in bloom and will be heavy with fruit within a month's time. Traffic and noise pollution have both already noticeably decreased with the exodus of UCSC's student population. In the evenings, I can hear the far-off echo of laughter and cheer from the Boardwalk, the crest of whose wooden roller coaster curves on the horizon towards the ocean; I believe there is a cliche about life being a roller coaster. Sorry for waxing poetic, I'm in a very brooding mood, and I don't know how many are still reading, since it's the summer.

We want Moshiach now.