Someone else’s life. I find it simultaneously daunting and crippling to find out about other people’s courageous lives. I’m sure everyone feels the same..but when you find out about someone who is your age or younger and has published a best-selling life-changing novel, saved refugee camps, already had your dream career and excelled at it,… Continue reading what people do with their lives
I was planning on writing about “different kinds of cinema” since I just walked out of this incredible Zhang Yimou movie called “House of the Flying Daggers” with some of the most high quality cinematography (although a lot of it was –I’m assuming purposely–over-exposed), most beautiful actors and actresses, drop-dead gorgeous costumes, incredible fighting scenes… Continue reading on being a woman, sometimes
(this is an essay written about a black and white photograph taken by Negeen Sobhani, of a cathedral in a street of Florence) Timeless. Any epoch, any era, any moment in the past five hundred years, that is what recorded memory is for, to remind you of what happened, and what is possible, still, in… Continue reading the Cathedral of dreams
From a photoshoot in Haifa and Akka with Anisa Weirdest band name ever: I miss those skies! Building in Haifa before our sherut to Akka: Playing by the sea gate: At the market: Kids jumping off the (very high) sea wall into the Mediterranean:
I don’t question how my brain works. Other people do, but that’s just because they’re not inside. Except, sometimes, at some isolated points, for the people who read this funny business. To me, my brain is a multi-media fun-factory, an amazing, powerful decoder that sifts the world, allows me to experience and feel it through… Continue reading Skylights with no ladders
Such a perfect time of night. It’s quiet because the late hour has gotten the better of most people, and those who are still awake either have to be or want to be, so the hour feels more willfull than any other. The opposite of 2 AM would have to be 8 AM, because everyone… Continue reading Ode to 2 AM
The edge of understanding is simply dizzying. That moment, at which you start to understand something, when the veil is being lifted from something that previously was either confusing or simply unknown, is the very moment that you step over that edge, that precipice and fall faster. Into understanding, but at the same time, into… Continue reading Gefilte fish and lust
I’m going insane right now. I think. I alternatively feel like I want to cry and sleep, and my ear is in so much pain it is magnified by the cabin fever. It seems like because I never get any other kind of fever (the last time I had a temperature was fifteen years ago… Continue reading The perfect song
In the category of “What stupid thing will V say today?” this one ranks quite high. I think it actually eclipsed the series of highly stupid other things that I said at some point today. Eclipsing myself is really something I do quite well, which is why I like to spend time alone on my… Continue reading “The word PhD doesn’t necessarily mean it’s useless”
Don’t you ever find yourself wishing you knew all the words to a particularly good song? I bob my head so enthusiastically sometimes that it feels like I wrote the words to this song and simply momentarily forgot them. I do this a lot with Ani DiFranco songs. Someone (when I first got to the… Continue reading prayer
The Three-Legged Duck 