Nostalgia. Pro's and Con's.
Joel and I, in unintentionally coordinated stripy swimsuits were catching last rays of sun. Surrounded by the Maccabiah's US Rugby team (the Jewish Olympics recently marketed as the largest J-date annual function).
Jewish Rugby Team: this may just be the biggest oxymoron. We wished them good luck and pointed in the direction of the nearest Kosher meat buffet. And we were back to the silent sands.

It has to be the childhood memories, smells of summer and sounds of language. It's unlikely to be titled Zionism.

I am going to miss swimming with plastic bags.

"Remember when..." is the lowest form of conversation. The great Tony Soprano once said.

Location, Location, Location

Since the blog is on vacation, words are unavailable at the moment. Images - however - are produced in abundance.

Jellyfish Season

As I was watching the cotton-balls clouds, floating away in my thoughts, I was re-appreciating a very important 21st century invention. The one invention even more important than the cellular mobile phone, is the silence feature.

A postcard from a visit to Obamaland

This as close as I got to Mr. and Mrs. President this week in the nation's capital, but I must say, it did feel different. Being in the revived DC, where every little girl can be Malia, is a lot more pink and glittery than I remembered it, four years ago.

Happy Independence Day

11 months and 349 days in. A few self reflecting, notes.

- Elina said "make it personal - not private" (or was it the other way around?), but "Into the Wild", was just too relevant for me to brush off. If it was as interesting as it was for me, perhaps one more person out there could also relate to it.

- Anyone who ever left home, relocated, traveled, immigrated - knows the life in the wild. Watching the Sean (the smartest thing Madonna ever did) Penn film last night, got me thinking about New York and me. The setting is somewhat different, but the rest is very much the same.

Extreme weather conditions, wild micro airborne creatures and the solitude. The bitter-sweet quality time with yourself, is what we've come here for, and is what follows us around whether we like it or not.

- I never thought I would fall in love with a skyline. Until one taxi drive from Brooklyn to the Island. It's not even the landscape, though. Coming back from anywhere to New York feels more safe and secure and mine than it felt eleven months ago.
The past year was wild, but despite how much was gained from solitary confrontation with an unfamiliar world, ascendancy was never my thing.

- Just before he collapses, at the very end of the movie, he scribbles in he's notebook that happiness is unreal unless shared.

This is probably why I decided after all to write this post, as private or personal as it may be.