Hiding Places

Underground

Within One Another

Inside

 Plain Sight

Thinking about shields. About defense. Self defense. Excessive barriers. Wondering how if we're all hiding from one another, who is going to seek?

bokonist on yom kippur

-_-

/hiding

sarah

shtuffdaznu

mancunian way

so rainy hahaha 

makin deeeeals

Beit-Shemesh Protests

beit shemesh preachin

beit shemesh, hoses

beit shemesh 

beit shemesh

i think it's broken

residency frustrates more than candice frustrates more than black, clogged air conditioner filters.

blues cna'ani

...ksha choshevet ALSTOGOOOOOO

I MISS YOUUUUUUUUUUU.

a toast to the man who revealed that conflict

>>>   next is to burn the guns 

which i didn't see as a threat

though it is

?

books!!

I am reading some amazing stuff these days. Just finished Elie Wiesel's Open Heart, Kurt Vonnegut's first and last works, We Are Who We Pretend to be, and (OMG) Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami- which is so subtly moving.  And as of today starting The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov- suggested to me by a cool ruski attorney in my office. c;  and in between these stories, essays by Amos Oz which is only the reason I am rambling at all now...

I just started Jews and Words by Amos Oz and Fania Oz-Salzberger and the first page was enough for me to get pretty excited...

"How odd
Of God
To choose
The Jews.
-William Norman Ewer

Not so odd: the Jews chose God.
-Anon.

The Jews chose God and took his law
Or made God up, then legislated.
What did come first we may not know
But eons passed, and they're still at it:
Enlisting reasoning, not awe,
And leaving nothing un-debated."




BITCH. WHAT?  SO EXCITED! WE ARE MASS-DEBATERS!

חדש מכוח

applied for Art and Culture Center's Biennial! 

 ..רק שאני מיתגעגעת הידיות שלו.

מא עוד? אני נוסעת לארץ ביולי!!!!!

Open Heart, ELIE WEISEL

           I still believe in man in spite of man. I believe in language even though it has been wounded, deformed, and perverted by the enemies of mankind. And I continue to cling to words because it is up to us to transform them into instruments of comprehension rather than contempt. It is up to us to choose whether we wish to use them to curse or to heal, to wound or to console.
         As a Jew, I believe in the coming of the Messiah. But of course this does not mean that the world will become Jewish; just that it will become more welcoming, more human. I belong, after all, to a generation that has learned that whatever the question, indifference and resignation are not the answer.
        Illness may diminish me, but it will not destroy me. The body is not eternal, but the idea of the soul is. The brain will be buried, but memory will survive it. Such is the miracle: A tale about despair becomes a tale against despair.

______ . ______

I know that every question implicates the other, just as every word can become prayer. If life is not a celebration, why remember it? If life- mine or that of my fellow man- is not an offering to the other, what are we doing on this earth?
For I have learned, over the course of years, to observe man's mystical capacities, and in spite of the contradictions inherent to my testimonies, I persist in believing in them.