Month: September 2006
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Mmm… beer…
Visited the Jerusalem Beer Festival last night for the second year in a row. Nothing all that new or different this year, except two new drinkable items on the roster: 1. Strongbow Cider. Haven’t drank this in over 3 years! Used to be my nightcap on my semester in England; we had a proper bar…
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Music à la Arabia.
My new weakness: Arab music videos. (Ok, not a weakness. It’s just that most of my TV channels are Arabic and it was just ‘music video hour’. When it got to be ‘Arafat tribute hour’ I shut it off.) Still, amusing.
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Two Princes.
And now, for my weirdest… I was looking at a photo of Iranian dickhead this morning, and I realized something: He looks familiar. I thought and I thought and then I realized: him and President Bushwhacked could be cousins… Maybe it’s a stretch; to me they share some similar facial structure. Well, I tested out…
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Me and Fareed.
I feel like standing on the highest mountain, shouting it out to the whole world; so I’m going to say it right here: I love Fareed Zakaria. Ok, he’s not the most attractive man… But I love what he has to say and I love how he says it. I’ve been reading him for years,…
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Interview with no one.
If members of our government aren’t going to be passionate about Israel, why should I be? I’m angry, like most other Israelis are these days. Especially those in the North and Southwest. What is anyone doing about all the shit going down on all sides of us, and amongst our own? I’m sick of governments.…
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Cuppa cawfee?
Yet another example of Israeli society borrowing from American culture (and I don’t mean the 24-hour coffee shop). It’s cool with me this time, though. I like the creative way “Cup O’Joe” is spelled in Hebrew: “Kaffe Joe/Kappa Joe” (coffee/cuppa). And we’re in dire need of a 24-hour anything in Jerusalem.
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Crikey.
I’m not allowed to read the news anymore. At least, that’s what me-man is saying. I guess I can’t deal with it. I’m too empathetic. I’m too sensitive to worldly plight. I internalize it. It gets me down. It affects my day. But come on, how could it not when we’re dealing with this and…
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Let's talk about… (part 2)
After almost a month of trying it out, and despite enthusiastic encouragement from some, I have decided that covering my hair, at this time, is not feeling in harmony with myself. I think the biggest thing about it that is disturbing me is the feeling that I am being judged right away, according to the…
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Breaking news.
To be Israeli is to have your annoying relatives over one shoulder, tsking you; all the schoolyard bullies over the other, whispering threats while beating their fists; one hand tied behind your back and your other hand bleeding from picking out thorns.