Monday, August 31, 2009

Romance on the dance floor

The 12,3048,45735th wedding has been put under the belt as of last night. Wedding season in Israel is like a F4 tornado grazing Oklahoma territory with a one evening sweep, it takes no prisoners. The doppler radar for nuptials recommends simply super gluing your heels to your feet and accept that you will put on at least 8.5 pounds from copious amounts of champagne, steak, and sunsets on the beach.
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Are you Jealous?
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Last nights wedding was unique for me as the bride was Russian, which meant, Vodka shots and polka-infused music. The one element that stood out was how her parents would take any moment they could to glide over to the dance floor. The aging husband would respectfully lead his wife as they gazed into one another eyes as if they were 20 all over again. It didn't matter that her arms did not defy gravity or that her hips have swollen with the comfort of time. It didn't matter that they moved a little bit slower than the young adults around them. They continued to methodically and perfectly complete each and every dance they took upon themselves- all the while looking into one anothers eyes.
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It was so romantic- it made my heart quiver.

A sea of dining



Friday, August 28, 2009

Breakfast in tel aviv



Friday, August 21, 2009

Lovely cafe in jerusalem town.



Monday, August 17, 2009

A little bit of jerusalem. In jerusalem.



A thought about Soul Music

When I was younger, I used to date a guy who spun soul music in gay clubs on weekday nights. He used to lecture me how club go'ers never could truly appreciate the intense spiritual effects soul music had on the masses. How soul music made people lovers and not fighters. He would explain that when you love soul, you become soul and you walk with soul and talk with soul.
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The guy really loved soul. And that appreciation definately rubbed off on me. To this day I have a modest yet fulfilling collection of soul music. Maybe it's the sad cowboy in all of us, or our proximity to the South, but us Oklahomans were never far from soul music.
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I sometimes wish there would be a 100% soul revival on the radio. Where artists sang love songs and of simple times. Of sitting on the docks of the bays and watching the time go by. Of sad moods and tears flowing like wine and Memphis soul stew. Imagine if we could all live a soundtrack day of soul music. We'd probably all be in love and full by the end of the day and not crying in the Chapel in the midnight hour. Or for any hour really.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Office work


My boss and co workers moving my files with sticks.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Random Funny

Hey

Im bored.

And I feel useless and fat

How was your run yesterday??? Successful??

I think im going to cry.

I feel lonely and fat...

Is this a haiku?

Friday, August 07, 2009

I'm a Robot. Are you?



















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