Monday, November 29, 2010
Beit Lechem
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Martha Stewart
I have a dirty little secret.
I’m a domestic goddess.
I cook.
I clean.
I bake.
I crochet.
I sew.
Every person who walks into my house must have something to eat. If you don’t I’ll fill a little container with food and insist that you take it with you for the road.
It’s not a healthy situation. I have to hide this addiction. This is because religious boys love a domesticated girl. They want a replacement mother.
But I don’t want to be anybody’s mum. I don’t want to have to deal with the affection of boys who confuse hunger for love. I want somebody to like me for my brain, and then they get pleasantly surprised that they also get sushi salad and banana bread as a bonus.
So if anybody asks I don’t even know what a kitchen is.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Arabesque
Here’s a story for you folks playing at home.
I was taking a bus home on Saturday night from Givat Ze’ev (a settlement near Jlem). The bus weaves in and out of the settlement. At some point a couple of arab boys got on the bus. Just as the bus was about the re-enter the settlement it was stopped at the gate and the guard stepped on. He looked at each person on the bus and then stopped in front of the arab boys. He then got into a discussion with them (I wasn’t really listening) but it was evident that he didn’t want them coming into the yishuv. After about 10 minutes of tooing and froing the bus driver got involved and it was settled that the arabs could stay on the bus as long as the guard would stay on the bus with them until it leaves the yishuv, which was roughly 1 minute, as it circles the roundabout at the entrance to the yishuv picked up one passenger and then left to return to Jlem.
Disgraceful.
The thing is, if you asked the shomer he may say you can’t trust them, they may be terrorists.
The other thing is, if you asked the arab boys they may say that they’re terrorists b/c of Israeli oppression.
Sounds kinda cyclic to me.
p.s. 10 points if you get the pic.
p.p.s. I'm going to Beit Lechem today
Girl Talk has a new album out
Finally! It’s happened!
I fit in!
After 6 weeks of university in a foreign country, I finally feel like I have friends. It took a loooong time because of a couple of reasons. Firstly, law students are snobs, I wasn’t so friendly with them in Australia either, but here there’s a few here or there and now it’s all swell. Additionally, there was the language issue. Even though I can speak Hebrew fine, I’m not really funny or bubbly in Hebrew like I am (or think I am) in English. Also it takes more guts to strike up a conversation with a stranger in a foreign language. But I’ve done it.
Yay!
Apart from finally having people to hang with and wave to in the corridors, this occurrence has lead to some interesting conversations.
One of them in particular happened today.
So some background; I’m in a beit midrash about 15 hours a week for a scholarship. It’s going pretty well; it has religious people and secular people and boys and girls. It’s a dream.
So today during seder I was at a table of only girls. And for some reason while considering the Talmudic discussion of ‘an eye for an eye’ we began discussing the boys in the program.
It was hilarious.
I felt like I was back in Melbourne in Bnei Akiva or Mizrachi. The girls complained that there’s a heap of boys and girls the right age, background and interests and they just aren’t dating each other. The girls, as per usual, blamed the boys saying they are too shy or cowardly to ask out the girls.
Amazing.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
My raindance
Friday, November 12, 2010
Sleuthing
So how wrong is it exactly to stalk people?
I'm not talking about sitting outside their house with binoculars or tracking their comings and goings but some good old fashioned internet/facebook stalkage?
I've since gotten abit out of control.
Here's a list of things I now know about him.
- His blog
- The name of the band he's in
- His highschool
- His parents’ names
- His parents’ professions
- His siblings’ names
- His siblings’ professions
- The yeshivot he went to
- The unit he served in for the army
This makes it awkward now when we talk at uni b/c he keeps saying things and I have to pretend to not know said information and be interested and ask questions b/c it'd be totally creepy for me to be like.... I know.... now please have my babies.
I think I may need some sort of stalkers anonymous support group to get over this addiction.
If not I may actually end up being one of those crazy people who show up to places pretending not to know he was going to be there just to seduce him. Seehttp://breakthedrought.wordpress.com/2010/06/20/the-beginning/ for more details.