Saturday, February 20, 2010

P Bonez

This week P Bonez will celebrate his 30th with me by his side. I am constantly impressed by our statistic of being in one anothers life for the last five years. Of course, it hasn't been a olympic gold medal run down the mountain we call relationship, we had many breakups and "talks" and trial periods before we decided that life was far better together than apart. With P Bonez, I've uncovered the benefits of being a team and having someone to bounce all my energy off of. He passes all the tests someone of my personality could possibly put another human through, whether it's inquiries into sailing the world or exploring the possibility of experiencing the "vomit comet".
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Often, when I think about our relationship, I get butterflies thinking about the amazing experiences we've had in the last year alone. Building things, painting things, sitting across the table and showing our frigid breath in our ice box of an apartment. I know this time in our lives will always be remembered as an important base for all the good and bad things awaiting us in the forest of our lives.
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Last Friday, we took the car with two dogs in tow to the center of the country. We stopped off on a dirt road to walk the paths of a vineyard freshly toiled for the next harvest. The sun was beating down (in February) and David took his shirt off to seep in the rays. I looked and him and took my shirt off too. After all, no one was around for miles. The dogs were running along the wide, dusty path and there we were, a team created from unconventional love, about to embark on our third decade together with the summer all around us.
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A pic of us almost five years ago!

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In israel, square is in.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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Night out in jtown. Concert in home

Friday, February 12, 2010

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Hiking in jerusalem

Thursday, February 11, 2010

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Hey jerusalem- OLD CITY

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Phone cam


Serious cake

body dysmorphic disorder

http://www.cnn.com/ just published an article about a body dysmorphic disorder which is an obsession with one or more bodily features, normally in the face. They failed to mention this condition is also a result of a society that places so much emphasis on perfection that even top models are airbrushed before their images are allowed to be published.
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A few days ago, I was standing in the long bathroom line at the mall. I have a natural tendency to not gaze in the mirror unless I feel a big booger in my nostrils. I do not gaze because I don't like looking at myself, but more for the reason that I know what I look like, I see my mug every day in reflections and various mirrors. I have no need to make extra effort or to worry if my nose has fallen off. I can feel it hasn't.
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However. I do unabashfully watch OTHER people look at themselves. I watch their every move when applying another coat of mascara onto their short eyelashes. I scan their oval butts that are stuffed into low rise blue jeans. Their love handles pouring over the waists like an overfilled milkshake. I watch their mouth imitate fish movements as they slather glossy red lipstick over their pale lips. I wince as they steadily move around the mirror in their 3 inch heels as if their ankles are tied by a rope, prisoners of their countenance. When the toilet frees, they practicially hop into the stall,their motion limited by their snug jeans and noisy heels.
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After 1.5 minutes you hear a flush and the natural clicks of heels when standing up from the toilet seat. The latch is slowly turned back into it's place and highlighted hair appears out of the shadows of the stall. They fluff their hair with a shake of the head. First left, then right. Hungrily, they waddle to replace themselves in front of the mirror they just left. Their overly manicured nails perfecting each misplaced strand of their over dryed and over dyed hair.

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I sigh, with a light nod of my head I walk into the stall. Just another situation of social body dysmorphic disorder.