Thursday, November 27, 2008

Scar Tissue

Living in Jerusalem can be such a trip sometimes. I spent some time at the Ministry of the Interior, as a last minute attempt to get the appropriate paperwork so I can travel as an Israeli citizen to London. The older woman, Sara, who takes care of the passports is a Moroccan woman with dyed red hair and glasses to match. If she took a risk and smiled, her face would crack into a thousand brown pieces. Her life is hard- sitting behind that desk- helping people. She must suffer from indigestion from us immigrants, us who write hieroglyphic Hebrew, speaking slowly- enunciating these foreign words on our tongues as best we can.
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I look down the corridor as I wait for Mrs. Happy. "Who says Israel is not tolerant?" I think to myself as I look at the Arab women sitting next to the Orthodox Jew. There is even a nun in the mix, in her blue garb. A milkshake of religion, right here in the aged government building. Waiting for the same things: pieces of paper that validate our existence in this Holy City.
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I eventually make it outside into another sunny Jerusalem day, hop on my bike bobbing and weaving through the condensed traffic that is engulfed with the sounds of construction from nearby luxury being built. I happen to notice the ultra-Orthodox women who cover their hair, not a strand to be seen and I have a think: These women will say I am dressed like a man in my Fred Perry track coat and tan corduroy's. But these head coverings in Jerusalem, it's starting to make the women look like monks that belong in the Church of the Sepulcher. I am not rest assured that these people I am seeing are even women and ponder whose interpretation got lost along the way.
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Sunny days will end for a few days as I spend America's big holiday weekend in London town.
xx

Monday, November 17, 2008

Hey California!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Elections

Twice in the past month I have exercised my Democratic right to vote.
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Jerusalem had its elections last night and I was eager to know the results.
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After all, we had 3 candidates. One used a cartoon character to represent himself. The other is said to not speak much Hebrew but is really, really rich. The third is a businessman but not religious.
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I was entertained. Were You?

Monday, November 10, 2008

The Curious incident of music through the walls

The first week in our new home and I have spent countless hours moving the curtains to the left, then to the right. Putting up books on a shelf then moving them. Up, lying on their faces- this is the role we have taken upon ourselves in making sure this new abode is a reflection of the Doring Preston Force. 
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I have come to realize that on our world-map shower curtain, they have left out Toronto. Was this intentional I wonder as I look at that blank blue space where it should be. 
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At the beginning of the week, I laid my head on my newly fluffed pillows. Through the floor the sounds of classical music pierced through the floor. Then the veejay speaking. The music would begin lightly and then penetrate through the floor just before REM. 
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The following evening, our ears followed the music into another room. With the shutters shut and the apartment below us on virtual lockdown, we couldn't understand the music that seemed to dance in the rooms below us.
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"It's a safe house for the Moussad" states P Bonez.  "It's a crazy thriller writer who only eats nuts and berries!!!" I exclaim. 
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Today, a smiling gray haired woman introduces herself. "You are not in the Moussad" I tell her. "Excuse me?" she answers, confused. I ignore my last statement. The curious incident has been solved. She is merely a widow, who comes to practice her flute in the afternoons in her apartment below and I am going to watch her play at her old age home next month.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

A Sister's Pride

Some PR on Twi the Humble Feather
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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

What would happen if celebs moved to Oklahoma

I am still deciding whether to be offended or not..

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