July 1, 2013
June 24, 2013
|The way every day should end...|
|The tent city.|
|Not bad for the first thing you see when you wake up on a Saturday morning...|
|Waitin' for Mom to wake up.|
June 16, 2013
June 12, 2013
June 9, 2013
June 6, 2013
May 5, 2013
April 17, 2013
UPDATE: my friend Jen lives in Boston and wrote an account of her experience here. Jen and I worked together at the David Project, and she moved to Israel a year before me. She's an American-Israeli who has studied counter-terrorism, and the article is excellent. Check it out.
April 15, 2013
Well, yesterday at sundown began Yom HaZikaron (Memorial Day).
When that ends (at sundown today...sensing a pattern?) Yom Hatzma'ut (Independence Day) begins.
Here's a video from this morning in Jerusalem.
Itzik asked me this morning "does America have a day like this?"
Flags galore, roof parties, beaching, picnics (and alcohol)...
So, to Israel (my home away from home)
I wish you a very Happy 65th Birthday!
May you go from strength to strength.
I'm proud to live here, and grateful you exist.
April 8, 2013
March 16, 2013
This morning I woke up sweating for the first time since, well...October. Here, that's a significant stretch. Tel Aviv experienced a heat wave that happened to fall on the same day as the annual marathon which attracts tens of thousands of runners every year.
In anticipation of the heat, the municipality postponed the full marathon, and scheduled the 10K and 22K routes to begin before dawn. Despite that effort, one person died and over ten were hospitalized with heat related health problems. Oops.
The municipality was reportedly warned about the risks and critics are now saying that appropriate measures were not taken to protect public health.
I live in Yafo, which is South Tel Aviv, and the start/finish lines have been set up for two weeks on the main road that I travel to get from Yafo to downtown TA. This afternoon when I left my apartment it was 92°F so I decided to use public transit. Point being, I snapped the photo below from the air conditioned comfort of the number 18 bus. In case you were thinking I ran.
March 10, 2013
so we couldn't see the water very often, but the dust did give the scenery an odd haze that really made you feel like you were walking through a dream.
A dry, hot dream.
What does a sunset look like in a dust storm? Like this:
(only a few miles from Syria, by the way).
We stopped at a few roadside attractions (like mini waterfalls and artist colonies).
After taking in the landscape we went to a place called Nahal El Al, a deep crevasse of a riverbed that in the winter is a legit river, but in the summer a dry canyon. This time of year, its a garden.
We hiked for about three hours (an hour down, a little more than an hour up, and some time at the bottom for a quick dip and a cup of coffee near the waterfall).
and somehow I think it's easier here than anywhere else I've ever been.