Fifty-Two Frames: Humor

No strawberries were harmed in the making of this photograph.

Actually, that is 100% false.

They tasted great.

Week 10: Humor

Mama?

I actually did a bit of proactive composition work on this one. It feels good to have a small setup, under control (as an amateur). I’m getting feedback it could have used more contrast. I’ll have to play with it.

Meanwhile, it’s strawberry season in Israel… I suggest you stock up.

Israel’s real World Cup woes.

I know this is ancient history already, but a friend sent me this video last week and the song was stuck in my head all weekend.

It’s an Israeli parody of the unofficial World Cup song, Wavin’ Flag, by Somalian-born Canadian-rasied hip-hop artist K’naan.

The Israeli version laments Israel’s failure to get into the World Cup, for anti-Semitic reasons, of course… or not of course. Israel’s enemies (and this the song’s authors) claim it’s actually bad soccer. Imagine that?

On a non-surface level, it’s just nice and relaxing when we poke fun at ourselves once in a while, as opposed to obsessing through humor about everyone else hating ourselves.

An *enlightening* discovery.

They say lightening never strikes twice, but that is simply untrue when it comes to the palms of Oren Zarif’s hands.

A while back I brought him up when I discovered the Mizrachi healer’s website.

Then, a couple weeks ago, I was walking through Talpiot when from the corner of my eye I spotted the signature lightening bolt and constipated look in the eye…

Oh no! He’s not posing for an advertisement for… a lighting store! And that’s not just a flash of lightening in his palms – it’s a flourescent lightbulb. What an electrifying way to make an extra buck on the side when the healing thing is not what it used to be.

But starting at nine shekel for a flourescent bulb. That’s not bad.

How they do humor in Tel Aviv.

I needed a sanity check and a little dose of big city, so we drove to Tel Aviv today, parked in the free city-sponsored parking by the Yarkon and then walked through the city for a few hours.

It doesn’t take long before you realize that Tel Aviv has its own brand of humor that Jerusalem clearly lacks. For a long time I had been resistant to Tel Aviv, possibly because the commute is a pain. Lately I’ve been a lot more at ease with the city and viewing it with much the same attitude as I view Manhattan.

Here’s what I mean by sense of humor. The first big advertisement we saw, walking across the Yarkon on Ibn Givrol was this:

Hot guy leading a blind guy wearing trendy clothes? For real? My husband remarked no one can really get offended by it since the blind can’t see it anyway…

To make up for that awkwardness, I did find a cute marketing campaign on the part of a mobile-veterinary service:

Mistovevet - pet care on wheels...

It’s called “Mistove-vet”, mistovev meaning to go around and vet, well, you know.

Continuing on our way, I was taken by this little contraption and it’s slogan:

Protect your bananas, people. Now there’s a priority.

Even the cats in Tel Aviv are cooler than Jerusalem’s:

On top of the fact that every wall in Tel Aviv is cause for a mural painting, I got a kick out of the oddness at seeing Syria listed as a destination here:

Tel Aviv is home to way more dog owners than Jerusalem, and it shows. The municipality seems to have it’s – er – shit together:

If you can read Hebrew, then you know what that is: Saki-Kaki, plastic bags to pick up after your dog. Gotta love that.

This is something you are definitely only going to see in a Tel Aviv park… until the Future hits. Rentable Segways, people:

I’ll end off with something pretty, but in its own way, carrying the brand of Tel Aviv humor… Check out the chilled out boats for rent on the Yarkon: