My First "Time of My Life"

I will never forget the first time I saw 'Dirty Dancing'. Or at least a part of it. It was in the late 80’, I was in fifth grade or sixth. I walked in, late at night (must have been past 8 pm) to our next door neighbors’ apartment. We lived in Neve- Amirim, in Hertzelia and a new couple just moved across us. South-African woman, Israeli guy and a blond curly baby, named guy.

I only remember I loved hanging out at their place, can't really tell why. They were cool and showing affection. I came to their apartment that night, probably with my mom, just for a few minutes, I think they had friends over. It was dark and they were watching a movie.

The next moment I am looking at the screen and seeing baby walking on a long tree log bridging a huge river. Or was it a lake? a puddle? And after the log, they were in the water, with their cloths and Johnny catches her in the air, like the prince in a classical ballet fairytale. That was all I saw. I wanted to stay longer but we had to leave. I will never forget the darkness, and the excitement, and the lift in the lake.

A few years later I would see the whole movie. Over and over again.

Another hero, another classic is gone, but these memories are as vivid as ever.

Brooklyn Follies

Traveling across seas and land, brought me closer than ever to my ancestors.
I didn't ask for it
Not sure I would ask for it - had I known the possibility exists. I am very clueless these days.

It turns out, I will be covering this semester Borough Park, Brooklyn. The largest Jewish community living outside of Israel.
...

Completely by chance.
Or is it?
Mysterious are Jah's ways.

Happy New Year to all of us.


September 09, Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

serendipity

Is it the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning?
Another weather report. It's becoming my most dominant theme so far.
But yes, as mentioned in one of the first posts written here, I now live in a four-season world.
That, on top of living in an ever changing climate era, that none of us, season or seasonless people know what tomorrow will bring.
(changes, weather changes, make me dramatic)

After the Holidays.
The holidays, Jewish new-year's etc., appropriately are in that exact timing, of changing, examining and resolution making.

omitting the 'future' from the 'future grad student' title
September
converting
to Mac
socks
...

Every year it's the same thing, only different.
As someone who never gets as much summer as she needs, I have no choice than to embracing this change. After all - fall - is better than winter.