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The Gaza Mess June 30, 2006

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So I sat back and kept quiet for a few days. I figured being over here in Capitalism Central (CC) with singing birds, bellowing frogs, jumping fish and independent Heron, I should enjoy nature’s beauty and observe.

However, I can’t ignore what’s happening ‘oer yonder in HLC because this is the frightening glued-to-the-radio-and-television stuff that seasonally throws the entire country into a frenzy of debate, angst and fury.

Hamas shouldn’t have taken him. Stupid move. And my guess is that the faction members who came up with the bright idea of nabbing a soldier with the perverse notion of using him as a bargaining chip are now sweating it out.

But how to get rid of him and save face? They HAVE to be able to save face. All important in the eyes of their supporters who, regardless of what is said publicly to media members, will eventually turn their backs on the same people they voted in if the infrastructure continues to be destroyed. Back in the day, did you ever hear declarations of disdain for Arafat uttered publicy by his brethren? Get them behind closed doors, however, and it was a different matter entirely.

Egypt’s involvement in this crisis is a good thing because they bring into the mix the good cop voice of reason that will allow Hamas to save face. I hope. If Hamas kills Gilad Shalit the offensive will worsen, I fear. Which may be the card they decide to play since ultimately, the longer Israel stays or pushes further in, the worse Israel’s public image.

Should Israel have gone back in? I’ll have to mull that over. Cutting electricity and water to half a million people and unilaterally arresting cabinet members is not on. However, what is the ultimate objective? To release a soldier and send several clear messages? Or to re-occupy? That is not a motive.

If Hamas has an eye on longevity and ultimately playing on the international field, they’re going to have to cut out the cowboy tactics and reign in the missile lobbing. Even Arafat had to eventually give up hijacking.

My two cents. Back to la la…

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There’s Something About America… June 29, 2006

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that makes me shout with joy..it’s equal opportunity for every girl and boy

If you grew up in the U.S. of A., you are familiar with that song and maybe now it’s stuck in your head for the day. So sorry. Couldn’t resist providing viewers with a golden listening opportunity. (yes, I AM aware of the fact that this is not radio).

While traipsing across the grassy field along the lake en route home from the swimming pool yesterday, young Raph and I came across 8 geese, 4 goslings, a bullfrog hopping from the grass into the water, Bass jumping up out of the lake in attempts at catching low buzzing dragonflies, a light blue baby Robin’s eggshell, a lone Heron and two bird’s nests occupied by nesting mothers-to-be.

Schoingemacht. We’re living in Wild Country Safari.

I love my busy urban lifestyle – zigzagging on bicycle alongside waste emitting, horn honking, road-raging vehicles and drivers. But for a short reprieve, this country thing has got it goin’ on. The last time I saw fireflies was when I was twelve. Raph has never seen them.

We head into the weekend with July 4 fireworks, a get-together with Raph’s newfound Chinese/Thai friend, poolside relaxation, family visits and various other outings on the agenda. I am feeling increasingly relaxed about being here and nature aside, I absolutely adore the public library where I have been named “Official Library Harlot of 2006”.

I miss HLC (Holy Land Central) and am watching and reading as the events unfold. Sheeeet. Sticky, crappy stuff. I withold comment for the time being.

 

Home-A-Jama-Rama-Blama June 26, 2006

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My ma dragged me off to HomeArama yesterday, an annual 2-week display of a dozen newly developed estates/mansions/very large houses within close radius of each other. Gawkers traipse through the dwellings to see the latest in these parts in design and decor while behind-the-scenes architects, landscapers and interior planners get to strut their stuff. Average per home selling price: $2 million.

This way of spending a day – schlepping up and down stairs and in and out of houses and commenting “Ooh, look at the material they used for the formal dining room drapes” or “Isn’t the brass chandelier a touch too heavy for the library?” is absolutely not my idea of a good time. I loathe it, in fact.

I get all tired and toochas-draggy and irritable and am barely able to contain my disgust for “faux marble” “faux terra cotta floors” and “faux faux” interiors. Ditto the exteriors made up of such a mish-mosh of brick, stone, thatched roof and look alike stucco/Tudor design that my only guess is that the drunk French designer responsible for it all was pining for Provence but got lost in suburban hell after spending a weekend in Vegas. Why not knock out a few bedrooms and use the real real? Or stick with a single time period in designing the facade? Never mind. Touring makes my ma happy. So I sacrifice.

Then I open up the latest news wire and feel guilty as hell for spending the day surrounded by “faux” when very real stuff is going down in HLC (Holy Land Central). I look at the picture of Gilad Shalit and imagine him as a kid more comfortable taking up a round of Dungeons and Dragons than patrolling anything anywhere. My heart hurts for his parents. I remember Nachshon Waxman. And I am reminded of how very difficult it is to be outside HLC when the type of news that pulls the country apart and together happens.

 

Grand Scale Grand June 25, 2006

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Here in Capitalism Central (CC), I’m still grappling with the grandness of things and the excess stuff. Closets filled with barely-used or forgotten chatchkes. Air conditioning running 24/7. “Compact Cars” the size of minivans. A Starbuck’s small sized latte three times the size of the same priced small coffee back in Tel Aviv.

Last night we went to family friends’ for dinner. They live on two acres (8 dunams) in a sprawling, high-ceilinged ranch style home that two summers ago accommodated 20 guests. “They” are an executive secretary and a real estate agent. No kids, no pets, no adopted or foster children running around. Boggle, boggle, boggle. What do they do with all that space? They chase each other a lot my father jokes. Ha ha.

My mother is currently interviewing “closet designers”. People who maximize closet functionality, rendering each and every walk-in the ultimate in storage utilitarianism. As she and a pen and pad clutching “agent” toured the house Friday morning, I fell into such an uncontrolled fit of laughter over the notion of paying someone to rearrange “the stuff”, that my mom excused herself, entered my room and threatened to lock me in one of those storage spaces if I didn’t pipe down. How did she know what I was laughing about?

The flip side of bounty is the refined to near perfection service industry. Soooooooo smooth the service with a (plasticine) smile is. It’s all easy and good and fun and inexpensive. Hence the stuff inside the closets.

My friend Rebecca Morgenstern used to joke about her mother’s habit of picking up stuff for her and then ringing her up in a glee-filled state: “I got you two pairs of size 8 shoes in two different colors!” Ma, I’m a size 7 Becca would groan. “Never mind, honey. We’ll stuff them with Kleenex. They were on sale!”…The kicker? Becca’s a Columbia Environmental Program graduate. She lived in the Biosphere and studied eco-farming in Ecuador.

When Becca laughs hysterically, her mom threatens to take away all her shoes. We love our moms.

 

Kabul, KY June 23, 2006

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Over Asian fusion dinner last night with my parents and young Rapha – who played underneath the table throughout the meal with his new Superman action figure purchased at a third of the price it would’ve gone for back in Holy Land Central (HLC) – my father discussed work with my mother. They’re both in the healthcare industry.

My pa’s a “country doctor”. He has a private practice in a small Kentucky town where people pack pistols in their purses and glove compartments ’cause you just never know when ‘ol Grady or that troublemaker L. Ray might need a little straightening up, if ya know what I mean. My dad doesn’t mind and he doesn’t carry a gun but he also doesn’t publicly spout Old Testament passages in his spare time.

He fixes up the Viola’s, Ova’s (pronounced “Oh Vee”) and Bonnie Jean’s of this world mid-week, sometimes getting paid in home grown green beans or sweet peas like the ones on our kitchen table at this very moment, then drives up north of the Mason Dixon Line to Cincinnati – former residence of Uncle Tom’s Cabin author Harriet Beecher Stowe and a pit stop along the Underground Railroad route – on the weekends.

As an aside, to those who covered the 1982 Lebanon War/Invasion/Call it What You Like & joked about using the codename “Dixie” for clandestinely moving videotape out of Lebanon and into Israel, this is where the term comes from. Right here along the Ohio River. I digress.

Over his chicken dumplings and egg drop soup, dad is re-counting patient woes he sometimes encounters: bruises, cuts and general abuse at the hands of husbands.

“Why don’t they dump the guys?” I ask.
Down there women are taught to stand by their men. Besides, they’re isolated. No public transportation, husbands don’t let them drive the cars, family in another county or no family to speak of
What about social services?
Social what? And there aren’t any shelters. They’re sort of trapped

Between bites of spicy tuna roll, I ask: Why in the hell is the U.S. off in other countries “liberating” women and offering up supposed modernization when you’ve got women prisoners living right here? Might as well get these women fitted for a burqas and send them off to Hijab Etiquette school…

I know my dad says. I’m with you. Pass the Kikkoman.

 

Amerikansky Child June 22, 2006

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We’ve been here in Capitalism Central for nearly a week and young Raphael is rapidly picking up on U.S.-isms…Although he professes to missing Holy Land Central (HLC), he enjoys the plenitude here. Not surprising his languishing opposite the television whenever possible since we don’t have one at home. Haven’t for nearly a decade. Not because I’m a “burn your television” fanatic. I simply found myself not partaking so off the Sony went to garage-sale land.

Between Rapha’s Spongebob Squarepants, Teen Titans, Sesame Street and The Kids Next Door sessions, he runs to the hallway bellowing: Mom! I want Trix Yogurt. Mom! Can you get me one of those things I saw just now? Mom! Do we have Fruit Loops Cereal? Mom! Come quick! There’s a toy I want you to see! I want it! Isn’t it awesome? Will you get it for me?

Trix Yogurt? I can just imagine the psychedelic colors and additives. And since when did the word awesome make its way into his verbal repertoire?

When I succeed in dragging him away from the screening room and out into nature for a hike, (i.e. down the street to the swimming pool or from the mall parking lot into the mall), he complains and whines. “It’s hot. I want to go back home. I don’t like this. I’m tired.” Hot? Did he forget from whenst we just came?

As an alternative to standard television watching, we upgraded to plus-size viewing yesterday: A traipse to the cinema to view the latest Pixar film Cars. It opened here 2 weeks ago and is slated to open in HLC and Europe in July.

The scripting is weaker and sans clever nuances of previous Pixar greats Toy Story, Finding Nemo and The Incredibles but it’s enjoyable, feel-good-happy-ending and the computer animated desert scenes are breathtaking. Is Pixar planning an airplane-themed future movie? There was a strong suggestive hint of it in one of Cars’ scenes.

Next week Raph is off of television and on to boot camp i.e. summer camp. Won’t that be fun? Pshawww. Doubtful, initially. Unless, of course, they’re offering Trix Yogurt for midday snack.

 

Going to Hell at High Speed June 19, 2006

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On a collision course here in Capitalism Central, Rapha and I are speeding towards Hell as quickly as we possibly can. Our day thus far:

1) Wake up 5:30 for me/7 a.m. for Rapha
2) Eat a bowl of sugar-coated breakfast cereal with skim milk
3) Dress, futz around, pack bag for swimming pool
4) Walk to swimming pool, spend an hour and a half reading and lazing in sun 5) Return home before midday, eat snack, nap
6) Rapha takes up Day 3 of Cartoon Watching Vigil
7) Wake up, bathe, snack, check computer and putter around in mom’s boudoir applying lipsticks, mascaras, eye pencils, glosses, powders and sheens. I feel like a Stepford Wife. **
8) Rapha eats spaghetti
9) Phone talk with younger brother
10) Raph baths under threat of being barred from watching Nick forever and ever, amen.

We’re Bored.
Without vehicle or family for entertainment, staying in a complex at least a mile from shopping lifelines, without public transport…cut off. This sucks. But thank goodness for things temporary. Vehicle from manana at which point television rationing, physical activity and public outings will ensue.

More to come…

**14 Lancome lipsticks, 18 lip and eye liners, 6 eye shadow compacts and countless brushes, glosses, blushes and creams in my mom’s stuff. Poor Patty. What a disappointment I must have been!