Breathing…Just February 27, 2007

I’m still alive & kicking but …panting as I go along. I’m BUSY.

Still posting over here so I haven’t been home at “the Drive Thru” too much. Will remedy that tomorrow.

Today was to have been a rest-at-home-catch-up-make-dinner-chill day…HOWEVER…

– My keys went missing
– My son fell and cut his lip
– My son’s playdate cried and wanted to go home so we had to backtrack and take him home
– We were locked out of the house (missing keys) for hours
– My sort of hurting ear turned into a full blown, throbbing ear infection
– When we got home at around 7 p.m. (FINALLY) after a long and exhausting day, I was unable to get online to surf or check mails due to technical issues with server

The Upsides:
– To make use of the down time while house keys were in transit, I popped over to visit my veterinarian friend. I’ve been asking to assist her during pet surgery for some time and it just so happened that a dog needing an operation came in while we were there (!) So I got to assist. Very interesting.
– I’m going to bed early. I’m exhausted
– I was pleased with myself for not freaking over the day’s lost, precious time that was to be spent transcribing interviews, sewing my son’s Purim costume and writing. Nothing I can do about how it all went down
– I’m off to BED!

Details, Details, Details February 23, 2007

Hop on down to your corner newsstand and pick up a copy of the latest Details Magazine…therein you shall find an impressive spread on Tel Aviv and its party-night-life-edgy-trendy-wild-goings-on.

Tel Aviv Parties While Israel Burns – written by David Kaufman and photos by Sasha Bezzubov – paints a live-for-the-moment picture of a crowd ignoring “the sociopolitical reality” while hanging at cafes or grinding to beats at S&M clubs and gay hangouts.

Even at straight clubs, notes a gay army major,
the bathroom floors are covered with condoms by 3 a.m.

my, my, my

Things You Didn’t Know February 22, 2007

Noorster tagged me. YEAH! I love being tagged. But then it’s only my second time. I guess if I got tagged every day my attitude might alter slightly. Or a lot. In the meantime…

Things you Didn’t Know About Me (but did you care? that’s what I want to know):

1) My Yiddish name is Sussa Libba (for f**k’s sake!)
2) I have three siblings – an older sister who is a teacher a younger brother who writes and engineers music and a younger, younger brother who is a chef
3) My lineage includes Polish, Irish, Scottish & Cherokee
4) I helped form a non-profit in San Francisco that illegally shipped AIDS medications – that would’ve otherwise been tossed – to Africa
5) While in London in the 90’s, I was invited to a private orgy. I attended but DID NOT participate. (i claimed strict voyeurism (!)
6) The two most frightening nights of my life: – When my (then) 4-year-old suffered a fever induced febrile seizure and – The first night of Scud missile hits in Tel Aviv during Gulf War #1
7) When I interned in local news in Cincinnati, Jerry Springer was the station’s lead anchor
8) I have never been to Disneyland or Disneyworld
9) My Hebrew name is Sareet
10) I don’t believe there will ever be world peace

I tag: Liza & nunbet

And Now for some Intelligent Viewing

Liza over at something something posted this video and after watching it, I had to do the same…It’s pretty darned…Well just watch. You’ll see what I mean.

She Hadta Go February 20, 2007

Sorry but I had to get rid of ‘ol Botox lips Oreet Fuchs. The code in her mini-video went berserko and I couldn’t get it to stop playing. But then again, I know NOTHING about html. If, however, you can’t live without Ms. Fuchs, then follow this link and gaze to your heart’s desire. Poor thing.

Meanwhile, sorry for neglecting the site. Have been busy blogging over at this site and so am semi-consumed w/that at the moment.

Enjoy the images. Funny how in Canada, Europe & a good chunk of North America people’re trying to get away from this. In Tel Aviv, a big truck dumped it outside one of the malls so kids who don’t take ski vacations or get up north to the Golan can play in it… i love warm weather (gloat gloat)

Gloating February 13, 2007

I like my job. I’ve probably blogged it before but I really do enjoy what I do which is a very lucky thing because were my job filled with tasks I loathe, it would pretty much..um…suck.

One of the reasons I like my job is that I get to learn about all sorts of issues. I also get to meet very very interesting people who have really lived, made history, gone places, influenced the lives of millions…in short, people who have impacted our world in significant ways.

I met one of those people today for a story I’m working on. He was an advisor to the late Prime Minister Rabin, and he effected policy and headed negotiating teams during the Madrid Conference, Oslo II and Camp David.

What was profound about this individual aside from his breadth of knowledge and the wealth of information he offered was his humanness. I would like to believe, based upon my readings, that he is sort of what Yitzhak Rabin must have been like when he was alive. Curious, compassionate, kind and yet decisive, bold and certainly not one to mix words.

Concerning the here and now versus the future vis a vis Israel, the Palestinians and peace my interviewee was doubtful while remaining hopeful. I am for peace. I am always willing to negotiate peace. He shared. I lost my son. So I want peace.

Can’t Resist February 12, 2007

Okay so regarding yesterday’s post – the one down there under this one or linked here – I wrote “no comment” but I am unable to stifle.

White man? What is that? Like… National Geographic Explorer meets The History Channel cereal box episode?

Or maybe it’s a morning breakfast version of a Daktari rerun?

Who in the heck uses the term White Man anyhow?

Thanks. I feel better.

Over & out from a thin strip of land adjacent to the African continent

Cereal, Jah Mon February 11, 2007

A Saturday morning ritual at Chez Raph & Steph is sugar coated cereal. Raphael gets it once a week – on Saturday mornings – and each time the box runs out (average every two months), he chooses a new variety.

This week was purchase time and young Rapha opted for an Israeli brand – Telma’s “Cocoa-Man” Chocolate Puffs. (gee, sound familiar?) The picture on the front of the box is of a Rasta looking guy playing an electric keyboard; on the back a graffiti-tagged brick wall is accented by an African man breakdancing in the fore.

Bubbled excerpts for reading while munching include information on “Breakdance” “Graffiti” and “Hip Hop”. I share:

(Hip Hop) is an entire culture that was born on the streets of New York and started by African Americans who came to America. It had a rhythm unknown to the white man until that point.

Huh? Okay. Never mind. Get on with eating Cocoaman and I won’t comment.

On a COMPLETELY different track, a link to a piece I wrote in today’s San Fran Chronicle..

peace out all you Rasta, Hip Hop Rhythm fans!

Divebombed February 9, 2007

En route to meet a friend for coffee earlier this week, I spotted an extremely large hooded crow cawing noisily atop a trash can.

Cycling past, I put on my best crow voice and cawed back at him/her in a jovial manner. But apparently crows don’t know from jovial.

Seconds later, I was dive bombed. The crow took flight after my communication and then swooped down into my hair with its talons, attempting to embed and lift. It gave up – I ate a heavy breakfast that morning – and flew ahead of me to land on a tree branch.

I was gobsmacked. I stopped my bicycle and stared up into the tree.

Did that..? Was that…? OMG! Then I cursed at the thing in Hebrew because – just between us – I was frightened of riding away lest ‘ol humorless dive bomb me again. Eventually I collected myself and left.

I couldn’t help but remember an excerpt from Robyn Davidson’s Tracks describing a wild crow that played with her during her Australian camp-out by swooping down from a tree branch each morning and stealing her toothbrush just as she was about to pick it up.

Clever these fowl are. But not all that nice.

You’re It~ February 8, 2007

Liza over at Something Something e-mailed yesterday to let me know she had tagged me on a meme. I was happy. Excited. All this time I felt like the wallflower at the school dance waiting on the sidelines to be picked. FINALLY someone tagged me!

Then I saw the meme. Specifically geared towards writers, it requires that the taggee make a contract with him/herself a la….

“…. I will make serious attempts to market my work, and do my best to create opportunities in pursuit of my dream to be a “real” writer. I will continue to use my skills to help others, and will continue to use my writing to promote ideas and issues about which I am passionate. . . “

This is all very noble and good and you go girrrrllll Liza! But where are the questions about my favorite ice cream flavor? Or my greatest all time summer vacation? Or how many donuts I can down at one sitting? You mean I got tagged and I actually have to think and write and make promises? Okay:

I promise not to plagiarise or pay other people to write my stories.

I quit. I don’t care if I stand on the wall for eternity. I want a meme that will, once and for all, afford me the opportunity to admit to the world my once upon a time wish to hang out with Tony Danza. There!

Your friend, Stefanella