today i should have been walking around in naot in 60-70 degree weather, praying with meaning after a year's dry spell, running my hands over white stone and falling in love. instead i was walking around in naot in lesser weather; praying to a passport agency for a way out of here; beating my thumbs... Continue Reading →
friend: "20 years from now when your old and grey and living in Gush Katif you'll describe your aliyah as the biggest anti-climax of your life."lizrael process, part III:go to connecticut tomorrow for passport agency to get quickie passport.if i get that, and it's before 10 30, off to the city for jewish agency papers... Continue Reading →
a friend asked me what the most traumatic moment in my life was. i really couldn't come up with an answer."my parents divorce?"it was a question and i dont even know if it's the real answer. i haven't really experience much trauma, have i? i've been fairly lucky.so second round: fate 2 - liz 0.... Continue Reading →
i dunno. i guess it all makes sense. this is what i've been talking about.i'm not feeling very profound. i'm not feeling much of anything still...this has been a slow, drawn out thing and it still is.so... 'have a safe flight' and 'good luck'...
so i'm go-go dancing for the last time (for a while) in a NYC club and this guy leans up to me and asks me where i'm from and as i begin to mouth, 'staten island,' i had a last minute change of heart and i smile and i tell him, 'israel', and he goes,... Continue Reading →
currently, the situation is as follows:leads on apartmentsleads on jobsleads on friendsleads on adventuresa plane ticket
soon your night will be my morning and life will go on.
So here’s the problem.You’ve been training for pain management since you were fourteen and learning how to express your feelings in new ways. Technological advances like razors and parker pen clips on the back of a yellow school bus.But you’ve graduated since then. Twice. You’ve moved on. You’re not angry, you’re not pained to the... Continue Reading →
dream i had last night:so for some god weird ass reason, i was invited to bill clinton's house to discuss conflict management or something... so i get there and we start meeting a few times a week. ok so he would be really casual in like shorts and a tennis shirt and wed sit on... Continue Reading →