Monday, June 30, 2008

Waiting for over 2 years for the return of Gilad Shalit

Friday, June 27, 2008

Thursday Laugh a Lot

I don't think anyone can get into a better room-mate and living situation than I am in right now. More for the reasons that the home seems to always be open and different cats big and small are wandering in and out of these open doors.
As two freelancers, the room-mate and I are often home bound. With a house full of games to play and movies to watch, not to mention a nice patio- there isn't much of a reason to go to the over crowded clubs that are too expensive and filled to the rim in town.
P Bonez and I received a drinking game for our engagement. The cheesy one- that only encourages massive drinking and reciting tongue twisters after sips of beer.
So there we were, on a Thursday night sitting around a big table and playing this game. Pretty soon we were making up extra rules to heighten the competition. No one can say someones name or they have to drink, the first to go to the bathroom has to stand in the middle of the street and sing "how much is that doggy in the window".
It felt like high school all over again and it was awesomeness. We laughed all night, we jumped up and yelled. We laughed every time a name was spoken, we bent over in pain from not being able to relieve ourselves.
We were 15 for an evening and my belly still aches from all the laughter.


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

the ness of being cool

As many of you may know, my brother is touring with Jose Gonzalez, which is - so cool. Check out this video of Jose and Twi Humble Feather's Anthony and Hector. To P Bonez and myself!! How cool is that?

Do you think he'll play at my wedding?
If you're not familiar with JG.. Check out this video

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

My Thirst

The last few days has been an extremely happening week. It's as if my learning curve went on a power surge and I'm being fed from left to right. Not to sound odd- but between my freelance projects, my prospective freelance projects and random job interviewing, I'm learning a lot.
From the learning about up and coming products in the high tech industry to terrible tour operator interviews to medical research foundations and Ramallah writing projects in between, I've managed to pack my schedule full with learning. Which is nice, I like to be fed.
Along with that- one cannot help but learn about themselves when they are planning their career future. One on hand, the security of a high tech job is tempting- the car, the stable salary, but on the left hand (which is a Ginrod preference) the temptation of working for risky projects and intellectual projects and culturally satisfying projects are also tempting for the Ginrod's resume of life.
Dude. Who knows what's going to happen? I figure I should let G-d do the talking and let fate play with my pigtails. All that is meant to be will happen right? Just give it some time and make sure not to take myself TOO seriously.
In other news, I will be travelling to London for a long weekend for some top secret business. Not really, unless you think buying Marks and Spencer underwear should be top secret. Perhaps it should be. But after realizing that my blog has finally reached over 20,000 readers, nothing is really a secret anymore.
Other than I tend to speak clearly when I talk in my sleep.
Or that I have a popcorn addiction.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

half an hour is another world

I spent the day in Ramallah. The last time I touched my foot into the West Bank was a few years ago in Hebron- I had a bullet proof vest on and a helmet I could barely keep balanced on my head.
Today, I went for different reasons. I've been helping a friend with a documentary proposal and we went for some interviewing. The subjects were former Fatah supporters who have been displaced in Ramallah. Their missing limbs were the book cover of a long story of what happened a year ago- when Hamas took over Gaza. And although there were some older faces in the large group of men living underneath one roof, the majority were young men, barely into their adulthood and already confined to a wheelchair or a low-grade fake limb.
On my way back into West Jerusalem, I am reminded how our biggest fortune is the country we're born into. Having a blue passport with a golden bald eagle embossed on the cover enables me to move across the world and keep my belly full and my hands busy. These guys are stuck in this house, with minimal food, and due to political unrest- unable to see their families who are in Gaza, only an hour away. I come home, into my sweet smelling house, with my bicycle chained outside and even when i'm searching for work- i'm busy all day. These men are confined with no skills to keep them busy in their new home.
Today gave me a lot of food for thought.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Bad Interviews

The last bad interview I had was with a small company a few years ago. The ceo chain smoked cigarrettes as he interviewed me. His Alpha male attitude made me put up an equally cocky wall and we simply did not like one another. When he informed me the job wasn't mine but if there was anything else he could do to help me adjust in Israel, I asked him if he rented out apartments as well. Because me and a few friends were in need.
Today is my second worst ever interview experience. I think the whole combination of Alpha male attitude and getting my name wrong twice is already a turn off. Add the fact that they emphasized that I didn't have a Jewish background (it was a travel company) and It would be a problem because I need to 'relate' to the clients. The hammer fell when I explained to them that I was Shabbat observant. They wouldn't have any of it.
Because my adrenaline is pumping through my veins, I cannot explain how offended and hurt I was from the experience of this interview. If I wasn't qualified, why did they waste my time and interview me. I feel even more offended that they assume you have to be part of Jewish camps to understand 'the mentality of Jewish people'. Versatile is my middle name, and they are chumps.
At this moment I am very tired of interviewing.

Sunday, June 08, 2008


These days, I cannot tell the difference between a heat wave and a regular summer day in Israel. All I know is that when I arrived back in Jerusalem last night, my toes needed their own sweaters.
The house is open and running today, getting all the ingredients prepared for our Shuvout BBQ. We are all familiar with the traditional milk in a meal, but given that two of us in this household are Lactards, it's only natural we would require meat for entertainment.
I like these holidays, where I can pleasantly walk with a grocery trolly into the hustle and bustle of the Jerusalem market, arguing with mean old men about wanting to purchase only a handful of Pistachios and telling him it's 'not nice' behavior when he gets fed up and throws the bag at me. These people, they can be so.. mean.
It's a relief when the fish monger has a more pleasant attitude and easily hands me my salmon. I stand there unknowingly as the drainage water from the fish trough splaches onto my toes. A women tried to cut in front of me in line. I repeat my mantra "I have 5 minutes, I will not get frustrated with impatience".
The whole market experience is a ribbon to the joys of holiday celebration. There is so much personality in coming home, bouncing the trolly from step to step and unloading the colorful bags- the yellow ones with fresh basil inside, the black one filled with red onions and a piece of ginger, tiny clear ones with pine nuts and walnuts. It's not the brand of the package that sells me in the market, it's how the selection is lying there in front of you, fresh and almost begging to be cooked.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Funny Stuff

The usual day when you are searching for a position includes browsing Israemploy to make sure you nab the latest freelance marketing/writing/non profit jobs posted.

I came across this posting. I hope you enjoy it as much as I.

Ironing Person

To iron shirts and trousers.
May do it from home.

Operational Sector Domestic/Home Care
Region Jerusalem
Town Modiin

Phone 05* 45***71

a housewife is now referred to as an ironing person. ha!

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Summer Lovin' Part 2

Israel make you wanna jump jump?

Summer Lovin'

Lovely Friday afternoons makes for great BBQ'ing and frisky fun with friends.
Friday afternoons play social catchup after long months without a taste of too much Tel Aviv and lots of adjustment to the different pace that Jerusalem offers.
The back of my neck is getting quite freckled and my arms are of a different race than my legs.
Hello Summer. I'm the Ginrod. Pleased to meet you.
Below are a couple of friends checking out my 'Bling'.