What with all the upheaval in my life, I decided it was time for some positive change. My old cellular telephone was of the big, bulky, pull-out-the-antenna-circa-1993 variety. And as fun as it was, there comes a time in everyone’s life that they have to bite the high-tech bullet. My time came last Friday, when I became the proud owner of a phone like the one here. He is white, sexy, and superadvanced – complete with internet, music and tv capabilities. His name is Andre.
We are still in the getting to know each other phase; his is a world of great mystery to me, so it will take some time. However I have already managed to get on the internet and check my email! And that picture from the LadySmith Black Mumbaza concert? I took it from the phone! I am very proud of myself. My friends may call me slightly obsessed, but I disagree. You take more time to spend with someone (or something) in the beginnning. I am just making sure to establish a positive working friendship, is all. Besides, isn’t he beautiful?
Tisha B’Av is a very serious holiday in Judaism, more of a day of mourning and suffering than a holiday, actually. The religious take it very seriously. Because I had the day off work, I went to the beach.
Something that people who have never been to Israel may not know is that Israelis have a very… different… standard for what is appropriate. Including at the beach. It is not uncommon to see men at the beach in just their underwear. Not swim suit or trunks or speedo; underwear. So there I was at the beach, and this old man finished sunning and swimming and went to rinse off at the fresh-water showers out on the sand. When he finished, he took off his speedo/underwear (I wasn’t close enough to tell, but ew either way) – he was totally naked, out there in the open – and proceeded to get dressed, in the middle of the beach.
Rock on, old man. Rock on.
One of my best friends has moved away, gone to pursue his dreams. I know he’s doing the right thing, but I can’t help being incredibly selfishly sad for my own personal loss. He is a great, great friend and even though I know we’ll stay in touch, it won’t be the same as having him around the corner. We had tons of adventures, and he was really there for me. I haven’t had many friends who have been so committed to the friendship, actively protective and loyal. Even though we could be quite bad influences on each other (hehehe), it was always in good fun. And way to go out with a bang! We went out for a last hurrah on Friday night, a night that will live on in all of our memories for a looooooooong time. I’m still recovering!
He knows how much he means to me, and there’s not much more to say about my being in mourning for the loss of his presence in my day-to-day life. It just sucks, is all.
In the midst of all that, I went to the most amazing concert last night. The Jerusalem Festival, held in East Jerusalem by an organization dedicated to revitalizing Palestinian arts and culture as well as building connections with other cultures, is a little-known (in West Jerusalem) but really cool event. We saw LadySmith Black Mambazo, a traditional Zulu South African a capella group that has a great message. They took the opportunity to promote dialogue on the road to peace, which meant more because it was coming from people who were on the other side of a similar conflict in their country. They were wise and funny and fun and it was such a blast! They were dancing and goofing around the whole time, as if they just decided to sing a few songs while hanging out on stage. And yet they are incredible.
The concert was held at the Tomb of the Kings, the ancient burial site of Queen Helen of Mesopotamia and her family. It is beautiful, and you can see a little in the background of the picture. That’s all real stuff.
It isn’t the same as having my friend, but it sure was nice.
I swear. I haven’t been feeling the public writing forum, is all. Never fear, it shall return. I can feel it on the horizon.
In the meantime work is fine, friends are good, and I have been spending mucho time at the beach, which I LOVE. I am never again living away from sun and sand and that whole lifestyle. And one day I will remember to put on sunscreen from the FIRST DAY OF SUMMER, but that day was not to happen this year. Good thing aloe exists. Long live the freckles!