winterbreak

Friday Afternoon State of Mind

Some things are a part of you, but most of the time, you don't remember they exist.
Like your kidney.

Like Friday afternoon.

I haven't had a Friday afternoon in a while. The Friday afternoon magic hour doesn't translate, I wonder if it exists anywhere else in the world.
You had to be there to understand.
It's not like Saturday afternoon.

In Jerusalem, where I grew up there's a siren, that tells people Shabat is coming.
Ironically the same happens in Brooklyn, where I live now. Somehow, it doesn't have quite the same effect.

I wish I could pack it - to go. Friday afternoon with a side of 75F sun.

Who ever thought about it was a genius.

New Year, Old Magic

It's a new year,
It's a new decade,


but it still feels like time froze

abnormal post

I was going to write about myself again. About summer in New York, about going back to school and about the Container Store. Something happened though, and changed my plans. While realizing it's not in the best interest of the blog, writing about something sad, serious and "local", I cannot write about anything else and I really feel like writing tonight.

Something very unusual happened to me an hour ago. I was crying from reading the news.
I can’t remember how long it's been since news had made me that sad. I have developed, like all of us really, a very thick epidermis and cynical gaze for the current events. Regardless of what side of the news I am, writing or reading; I never get too emotionally attached anymore.
However

An hour ago, I read about two young people, Liz and Nir, who were murdered in the heart of Tel Aviv yesterday, simply because they were gay.
I'm trying to think, since I read about their funerals, what made me weeping.
2 is not such a dramatic number. Not when you grow up in the Middle East. Disasters happen all the time. Planes crash, Tsunamis occur. It's not the scope of the tragedy.
It's not because it's Israel, not even because it happened a few blocks from my old apartment. Unfortunately we’ve experienced suicide bombers everywhere all through the 90’s.
It's not because they’re two beautiful, smart or innocent people. I didn't cry when young beautiful bright 20 year old boys died in the war. They're innocent as well.

I guess i'm thrown by how evil stupidity can get. In that sense, living in New York or Tel Aviv, makes no difference at all. I’m scared and I know it could have happened here just as easily. Today I’m not happier I’m here; I don’t feel more blessed or safer like I did after Israel’s elections as oppose to America’s. America is more religious, conservative and ignorant than Israel. Electing a black president was huge - but even he, the amazing Obama can’t formally support gay rights.
I am scared when people are killed because of idiocy and hypocrisy. For god’s sake. Alek*.

I hope that someone in power will act now. First to educate and then to grant people with the right to equally live their lives as peacefully as they can in the 21^st century, in a democratic country of their choice.

* yea right.

Location, Location, Location

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