I love this poem by Roger White, about visiting the grave of Shoghi Effendi in London. Arnos Grove is the name of the Tube stop at the end of the Piccadilly line where you get off to go to the cemetery. I was just there a few weeks ago and I’m still thinking about it.… Continue reading Arnos Grove
How many of us out there have massive amounts of music that we don’t listen to? I know the Mac users do, because iTunes makes it easy, fun, and they have this nifty feature of telling you in hours and days how much music you have. I have 4298 songs, which is 11.8 days of… Continue reading collecting music that goes silent
I have progressively felt less and less original, but maybe now it’s at an all-time low because the Calvin Comic strips illustrate my life. I feel like I have original thoughts only to see them displayed for the entire world to see. But then Seinfeld does that too. Just tonight, actually, I was watching a… Continue reading Losing my originality
Women are good enough at making their lives impossible without movies providing fuel to the fire. Okay, so when I say women, I mean me, but it’s more fun to generalize so I don’t feel so alone, here in front of my beautiful laptop, the only being to look at me so squarely in the… Continue reading Ad pelicula insanitas
On one side of the House is a cedar-panelled room, and I rose from my knees after prayers, after paying my respects and walked over to the window where the Old City of hundred years ago still stood. Teenagers lethargic, and a rubbish-filled fountain with no water. I looked out onto the view that would… Continue reading Pilgrimage.
Old black woman in the bus at 9 PM, with something more exotic, darker and dirtier than terrets syndrome. Something oozing, something evil, something that made her speak in a growling dark voice that seemed to come from the cavernous depths of a tortured soul. It was fascinating to hear such incredibly dirty language coming… Continue reading Curse! Curse! You walked on Winston Churchill! YOU!
I am alive again. I’ve forgotten how much people I don’t know and whose language I know understand fully (as opposed to Hebrew) are FUNNY. Everyone is funny. Everyone curses, everyone gets mad. Everyone has the whole range of emotions. I think I’m so excited about being in a place I love that I just… Continue reading Finding Israel in London or breakfast with the cast of Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels