He is standing at the sink washing dishes and he is furious. He is talking to himself, shouting, ranting ( Read more... )

I need principles.

I know nothing of suffering. Ma tristesse n'est pas comparable a celle de lui. I am stupid for believing that any of my problems are anything but inconsequential. We have lost touch with reality and with all that is important and really matters. Our culture has robbed our lives of meaning. We are too comfortable to feel real pain. I perpetuate my ( Read more... )

I didn't even realize it was December. Where is my mind? I'm tired of feeling like ass. Last night involved a feast of pumpking-squash-lemongrass soup, barley, brussel sprouts, red wine and pumpkin pie, failed attempts at studying, and a singalong with C. and Adam who sounds eerily similar to Neil Young. Too cold to walk home and desperate to ( Read more... )

I'm waiting for A. to get off his shift and come over at 7 am with cappucino and cake in hand. I won't tell him that I stayed awake all night in anticipation of his arrival. Or maybe I will. He thinks my head is fucked up, but only a little. I have so much to say but I'm afraid to write. I feel like the worst person in the world right now. I'm sad ( Read more... )

Sunday: Our last night in Karkur, Tal took us to a kibbutz for a pleasant gathering of his friends. We ate lots of pita and sang Israeli songs projected onto a screen in their yard. His friend Nisan graciously drove us all the way to Jerusalem for free, and then I got together with Ahikam. He picked me up and took me to Mt. Olive. He clearly had it ( Read more... )

I went to a party on a kibbutz, which Aviya helped organize. All the Hebrew U kids took a bus together, on which we drank and smoked hash. There were supposed to be free drinks until 1 A.M., but they wouldn't let us in the gate until 12:40 and only the beer was free. I met an IDF officer. His parents named him Ahikam which translates to "my brother ( Read more... )

How could I have forgotten my camera on a day like today? It began with Brazilian waxing, Israeli style. Imagine a tiny storefront, women (who may or may not be religious) with head coverings, bustling about, catering to customers: manicures, pedicures, facials, waxing, etc. I am being led into a room and am told to take my pants off. In this room ( Read more... )

The night sky of Jerusalem is crimson, not black. At around 3 A.M. the darkness becomes red, like bricks forming a dome over the country to protect her, picking up the slack of the night guards,  until morning comes and the soldiers wipe the sleep from their eyes and resume their duties. At around 3 A.M. my hands were balled into fists as I lay ( Read more... )

RIP DANIEL


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