So, um, which way to the safe room?
So, um, which way to the safe room?
Guy to meat counter girl: “Yeah, everything is crazy, how are you doing?”
Meat counter girl: “It’s so scary!”
Me: “Hey, at least we know exactly when it’ll hit, it’s been evenings and that’s it.”
Guy: “It’ll be quiet till tonight, till they’ve eaten and organized after Ramadam fast.”
Me: orders chicken
Guy: [in english] “Maybe I’ll just go back”
Me: [taken by surprise] politely smiles
Guy: “You’re from the States?”
Me: “Yeah. You?”
Guy: “Yeah. I dunno. What is this? I think it’s time to just go back.”
Me: “What are you nuts?!”
Guy: “What do you mean, this life isn’t normal. This isn’t normal.”
Me: “What do you mean – America is crazy! Did you hear what just happened on July 4 weekend in Chicago?!”
Me: “There were 82 people shot! 14 died!”
Me: “No, nothing like that! Anybody! That’s the thing! Here we know our enemy, there it could be any crazy guy off the street!”
Guy: “Yeah, but this…”
Me: “No way, you couldn’t pay me… I’d rather know who my enemy is, we can prepare… There, everything is crime, anyone can take out a gun…”
And while we agreed in the end that perhaps, if we were to leave, Australia would be a fine choice…
…I couldn’t believe, with 100% meaning everything I said, without thinking about what I was saying, I had just been that person.
Live, from my bomb shelter. Sorry the selfie didn’t come out. #nofilter
Disgust. There are a lot of things to be utterly disgusted with around here. I feel disgust constantly. It’s usually aimed at opinions that differ from mine; minute triggers related to lifestyles that differ from mine; ways of communicating I don’t agree with.
Shame. That is something I feel less often, but it does come up. There’s plenty of shame where you seek it. Things are not perfect. Things are not even great. But on the whole, they tend not to veer toward inhuman.
Silence. That’s something I cannot tolerate, especially among people so quick to accuse, to blast, to take down. You can’t cry foul and then turn away when it’s one of your own who has brought shame to each and every one of us – across the entire world.
Jews don’t murder? Jews aren’t terrorists?
And how about those times I’ve heard some of my peers joke, or actually call, for revenge, for showing who’s boss, for exerting our right, for taking it into our own hands?
Words actually do kill, when spoken enough, when combined to form an attitude, when condensed into a plan, when sparked into action.
These Jews who kidnapped and murdered – burned alive - 16-year-old Muhammad Abu Khdeir are a stain on all of our souls, no matter what we believe, express, do or not do.
People we considered brothers – whether we agreed with them or not, dressed like them or not - took up revenge against the kidnapping and brutal killing of innocents with the kidnapping and brutal killing of another innocent.
We need to face these horrific facts. There are now four grieving families across our land, in addition to countless others who have grieved, are grieving, and will, inevitably, grieve.
To those who are keeping silent in this case – it’s warranted to weed out the cold blooded among us. To separate them. It’s our responsibility to stare down shame in the face and pluck it from among us.
It’s absolutely natural and necessary to feel washed over in sickness at this news.
Anything that happened before this doesn’t matter. This is not who we are.
If we want to truly continue the much-lauded legacy of unity our three kidnapped boys granted us in their untimely and cruel deaths, we must stand together in condemning the very same of yet another.
A spray bottle of water was used in the making of this photo.
Week 27: Wet
“I like pleasure spiked with pain…” – Red Hot Chili Peppers
Sleep soundly, children of Israel, for who knows how long before your innocence is lost.
Living here is not normal.
Life here pushes through – the normal, the stubborn, the ups, the downs – the not normal, the horror, the grief, the methods, the madness.
Life here is limbo. Life here is business as usual. Life here is waiting. Life here is death.
Life here is moving on. Life here is no tear wasted. Life here is blessing god despite death. Life here is worshipping life.
Life here, after the worst is realized, is never normal again.
Life here will live on despite that.
ברוך דיין האמת.
This was a total shot in the dark for me. Week 26′s theme – which was a big ole photographic list of concepts like ‘The Golden Ratio’ ‘Fibonacci’ and ‘The Golden Spiral’ – way too resonant of mathematics to my brain.
I was so concerned with getting the theme right, that my picture loses.
I gotta be honest. I totally did not understand the Golden Ratio. I read a handful of pages about it, looked at plenty of images, and I still don’t get it. I think I’m overthinking it. So I kinda went with some kind of idea of what I thought it might be, which I still can’t even articulate.
Week 26: The Golden Ratio
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.” – Carl Sagan