Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Cellulite

I've been researching mesotherapy solutions for one of my projects i'm working on. The whole freelance lifestyle is quite good for me. But I just made myself sick to my stomach looking at the before and after pictures of thigh cellulite. This is about the time I thank my mother for her excellent Asian genes in the minimal cellulite area.
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Thanks Mom.

Monday, October 29, 2007

plan me a trip.

It's been about four months since I went on my four day vacation to London. Do you know what that means? It means I'm allowed to start planning a theoretical vacation for the next 6-9 months.
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This gets me all kinds of excited.
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I have been informed of weddings in the U.S amongst other Shenanigans, and my mind is still brewing about where I should go and if we can manage a vacation. Football Game in Barcelona? Concert in Istanbul? I always like to attach an excuse for my traveling. Makes for better coffee talk. Then there's always the U.S Road Trip. Rent a Ford 250 and stick my Oklahoma belt buckle on for some Midwest representing? I can't forget my need to return to Thailand as well. Say hello to my village I disappeared from one night, never to be seen again. My students are still in school, perhaps high schoolers by now. Would they remember this freckled face?
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I know this post sounds a bit spoiled. Don't worry, my trip will be of my own hard earned Shekel.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

And we roll.

Many days and moments have passed since the unforgettable Spring of 2005. When hell broke loose in my soul and my heart was thrown into a meat grinder. A non-kosher meat grinder to be exact.
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The change of seasons can't help but become a reminder of how far I've come along, but more importantly, how much time really has passed since then. As I ride my bicycle through a city that was once a strange curl in my tongue, Tsiki's memory brushes over me as i hop a curb on my bicycle. How does Tsiki remind me he's there? A light breeze over the right of my back. Of course. Often, with his light reminder- I tend to get a tear filled smile in my heart, a slight tug, and then I smile with sadness and continue hopping my bike onto a curb and then off of it. "I know you know, that I know you know, so it's ok" I think to him about the past 6 weeks.
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Today's weather was a reminder of how happy I really feel as of late. I am able to grin even if his reminders make my heart ache.
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Shabbat was spent at a friends apartment in Netanya. One wall was dedicated solely to the view of the Mediterranean. It looked like a living memorial. The sky was a palette of soft greens and pinks, and the clouds were a streak of brush across the sky. I leaned my height-fearing self over the edge and spoke lightly to my soul. Something along the lines of how truly fortunate i feel sometimes. I know I often have a habit of sweating the small stuff, and my past is hard to ignore, but I am a strong believer of knowing that I treasure these happy times because I was so aware of how devastating life can be at times.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

To have your cake and eat it too.

ugh. They left. The trip was too short for me, a reminder what a breath of fresh air my family is. I could see it in their faces how much they enjoyed themselves, how Israel was everything that was good and not what's on the news. Did they see the stress on my face when I accidentally took a wrong turn into uncharted territory? Probably Not.
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My family coming to visit was so good for me in SO many ways. They finally were able to see the way I have chosen to live my life. See me with my Judaism and they kept their mind and hearts open about it. There was no judging or misunderstanding, if anything- they just wanted to get certain aspects correct so they could run smoothly with my practicing. Just like that- I showed them who I've become and they accepted it. It makes my heart so proud to have come from my family. I am an extremely fortunate person, have I mentioned that?
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In the name of what makes me part of my family (and extremely proud) we did a little farewell dance. Digital Camera video is amazing when there is such good content to tape!!
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Thursday, October 18, 2007

Downtime

This is us, at our most sedate during this vacation:

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

I'm finally an aunt.


And boy, does it feel gewd.

P Bonez and Family Communication.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Mother in the Motherland.

The mom and Aunt have safely arrived in the Motherland. I've been busying myself with managing an educational and encouraging schedule. I find myself slipping in comments like 'you should consider a vacation home here' and 'please pay attention to kosher eating as you'll have to keep it for your grandchildren one day'. A bit of pride mixes in to have my mom around, for here to see the fruit of my labor. She comes to visit me with an open mind, with an understanding and sense of respect of my choice to convert. For that alone, I am extremely grateful. It is much easier to have a new life with the support and interest of your family. Than to do it alone.
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My heart feels so light and fluffy with my family around. They prance around laughing, taking pictures in every corner we approach. Every funny sign is a stop with a photo. 'why was the taxi driver so mean??' they ask me innocently. 'he's not mean, I tell them, he's just being Israeli.'
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Questions arise at every moment so they can understand this life I have chosen to live. I realized when it comes to Judaism, an explanation is not as simple as I would like it to be. Most of my explanations are explanations of the terminology I use. Most of my sentences start with 'Some people believe this... but it comes from this quote.. some people interpret this as this, some do this because of tradition, some because it's written in stone, some don't do it at all'. It makes me realize how much I've learned in the last 2.5 years, and how much I continue to learn.'
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It was so long that I've seen my mother, it's a breath of fresh air to be reminded why I am the way I am, I am my mother's daughter. I laugh everyday with them everyday, they stroke my hair and I feel like the luckiest daughter in the world.
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Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Story of my life.

The locks in my new abode have slowly disintegrated. Perhaps it's from the many copies of keys that have passed through a plethora of hands. Perhaps it's from the salty air seeping into the cylinders of the standard lock of our door. Either way, each week that goes by, I spend a little more time trying to unravel the mystery of the smoothest way to enter my apartment. and tonight, I am done with the mystery.
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Two weeks ago, I spend a record five minutes fiddling my key into the door, with nothing put pure patience. A patience I could only achieve by living in Israel. A Patience I still try to learn and what I have learned, maintain.
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One week ago, my patience with my lock was challenged. A record 8 minutes.
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Tonight, I superseded any record in history. I tried everything, I held my ear against the door, trying to understand the language of the cylinders grinding against one another. I tried to be gentle, then abrasive, on the attack, sneak up on the lock.. nothing worked. I hassled my roommate with phone calls. I attained her key, i twisted i turned. I held my breath then let it out. And finally, after close to an hour of despair, the lock turned and let me into my apartment.
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As I entered, the furniture laughed at me. "You were outside pathetically for an hour!!" they seemed to chuckle at me as they comfortably sat inside.
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Turning the key in a hard headed lock is a bit like love. If anything, it was inevitable i would eventually get it. Even if I had to find a way to climb inside (i did ask the cafe next door if they had a ladder, they said they used to, but it was never returned when on loan). It's a bit frustrating, and sometimes easy. And you never appreciate it until you finally get inside, then..it feels like home.
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Tomorrow, the locksmith will be summoned, but not to my heart, someone already has that working key. Only to my stubborn door.

Monday, October 01, 2007

The Wii

As I get older, I find the active experiences of my youth to dissipate with time: The tree climbing, the water balloons, the street hockey after school in the neighborhood tennis court. Instead of women's magazines strewn across my room to tell me which moisturizer will soften my youthful skin and stories of "I lived through ____ and this is my story", print outs of Jewish thought and theory crowd the corners of my drawers. My studded belts and plaid pants have been replaced with skirts that resemble table cloths and sometimes doilies. I've traded in my Elastica Posters for framed art, or copies of art from MoMa. Fast Food meals with names such as Value meal #1 and Super Tuesday Special have been replaced with a Jamie Oliver cookbook and a kitchen stocked of every spice attainable in a 30 kilometer parameter from my bright red kitchen.
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The Wii has changed all that.
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The Wii will continue to change ALL of that.
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Instead of the girls sitting around, watching a repeat of some American series premiered two years ago in its home country, last night was spent reaching yet another level of Wii Boxing. Our competition with one another was not attained by comparing theories on who has perfect sebaceous glands, instead, we wacked it out in Wii Tennis. The red wine poured, along with our sebaceous glands, and sweaty backs.
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Before we knew it, we were standing around an 80 year old Piano, singing classics made popular by Ella Fiztgerald and Nat King Cole.
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As the summer comes to an end and I am ever contemplating the theories of growing up and how to be a rock star of a big girl. There is something extremely beautiful about putting the barbies away, replacing them with a glass of wine, Wii, and Piano playing.
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The Wii has achieved combining the world of our youth with modern day social habits of career-minded adults.
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