It's raining!
I love thunderstorms. They come so quickly and pour and pour and pour and make a lot of noise and suddenly stop. So very capricious. I suppose I'm a fan of capricious.
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Saturday, August 4, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
My Windows
I love the window style here. It's a decorative grate, shutters, and a glass pane that opens and closes like a door.
In my room, there are two windows. One is slim and one is normal-size. The slim one is okay. But the normal-sized one has a loose frame.
Which means that when the wind blows, it shakes. And when it shakes, it makes noise. Now, with all the stormy and windy conditions here, the window is always shaking.
Last night I was trying to sleep. I would almost drift off and then -
BANG. The window shakes.
So today was spent in an annoying sleep-deprived state. I do not function all that well lacking sleep. And today was cold. Sigh.
In my room, there are two windows. One is slim and one is normal-size. The slim one is okay. But the normal-sized one has a loose frame.
Which means that when the wind blows, it shakes. And when it shakes, it makes noise. Now, with all the stormy and windy conditions here, the window is always shaking.
Last night I was trying to sleep. I would almost drift off and then -
BANG. The window shakes.
So today was spent in an annoying sleep-deprived state. I do not function all that well lacking sleep. And today was cold. Sigh.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Remembrance
Yesterday there was a basketball game at school. This particular one is held every year in memory of an alumnus who was killed in the army twenty years ago.
Before the game, there were endless speeches of how he was so nice, so brave, how he loved music and sports, how young he was when he died. I know that many people in the gym were not listening. And it made me think: what is remembrance? From the description, you could have thought that this boy was an angel, which, with no disrespect to him, probably wasn't true. People tend to glorify the dead, and they aren't around to set the record straight. At funerals and memorial services, people only mention how lovely they were. No one talks about the bad or annoying things they did. It's "disrespectful." But is it? I mean, would you like someone to talk about you like you were some sort if god, when in fact you weren't? Maybe you say yes, but do you want to be remembered as the "lovely angel who did no wrongs?" I don't.
The thing is, this is so ingrained into our culture that no one finds it strange that we may not remember people in their entirety. Of course, you shouldn't be cursing and insulting them, but who wants to be made into a god? Who wants to be made the subject of endless speeches of good? With our human nature, we don't like hearing good things. We only find the unusual, strange, and bad interesting.
This is why dead heroes are the subject of much debate. The dead can't ruin their perfect image. The dead can be made into gods. But should they? Because in the end, no one is ever any more than human.
Before the game, there were endless speeches of how he was so nice, so brave, how he loved music and sports, how young he was when he died. I know that many people in the gym were not listening. And it made me think: what is remembrance? From the description, you could have thought that this boy was an angel, which, with no disrespect to him, probably wasn't true. People tend to glorify the dead, and they aren't around to set the record straight. At funerals and memorial services, people only mention how lovely they were. No one talks about the bad or annoying things they did. It's "disrespectful." But is it? I mean, would you like someone to talk about you like you were some sort if god, when in fact you weren't? Maybe you say yes, but do you want to be remembered as the "lovely angel who did no wrongs?" I don't.
The thing is, this is so ingrained into our culture that no one finds it strange that we may not remember people in their entirety. Of course, you shouldn't be cursing and insulting them, but who wants to be made into a god? Who wants to be made the subject of endless speeches of good? With our human nature, we don't like hearing good things. We only find the unusual, strange, and bad interesting.
This is why dead heroes are the subject of much debate. The dead can't ruin their perfect image. The dead can be made into gods. But should they? Because in the end, no one is ever any more than human.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Terrible Storm
Now, I'm not going to say that there weren't high winds and lots of rain in most of the country, but some of it has been overplayed to my Bostonian mind.
There were three centimeters of snow! *gasp* I know! Three centimeters! Wow! Amazing!
Now, you must understand that I practically laughed aloud when I heard the radio announcers saying in very serious voices that there had been "a lot of snow" and they had shut down streets and things...for three centimeters. In Boston, we don't even have a late start for school if there is under, what, six inches of snow? And that's about fifteen centimeters. Five times as much.
So no, Israelis, this snow does not excite me. Last year our total snowfall accumulated into meters. Note the absence of the prefix.
There were three centimeters of snow! *gasp* I know! Three centimeters! Wow! Amazing!
Now, you must understand that I practically laughed aloud when I heard the radio announcers saying in very serious voices that there had been "a lot of snow" and they had shut down streets and things...for three centimeters. In Boston, we don't even have a late start for school if there is under, what, six inches of snow? And that's about fifteen centimeters. Five times as much.
So no, Israelis, this snow does not excite me. Last year our total snowfall accumulated into meters. Note the absence of the prefix.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Evening at the Theater
Last night, our theater teacher took us to, well, the theater.
At 7:30 all of us met up at school and boarded buses that took us to the Gesher Theater. We were about eighty or ninety kids in all in grades 7-12. The show was Harvey, about a man (Elwood P. Dowd) who has an imaginary friend named Harvey, who is (in the English version) a six-foot, three-and-one-half inch tall pooka which takes the form of a white rabbit. His sister, who is embarrassed of his insistence that Harvey exists, tries to commit him into a sanatorium. However, they end up committing her instead on the pretense that she is the one that is not quite sane. When the sane and insane are sorted out, a search for Elwood begins. The production plays with our views of sanity and its benefits.
After the show, we were all saying, "Ah, now where is Harvey? I want to drink a martini and carrot juice with him" (that's what Elwood would order for Harvey) and "Sane people ruin the world." Which is true, on some grounds.
The evening ended up being quite rainy, but still enjoyable. It was one of the better experiences I've had here. And we're going to see Hamlet on Tuesday! Whoopee!
Cheers, guys, and happy Friday!
At 7:30 all of us met up at school and boarded buses that took us to the Gesher Theater. We were about eighty or ninety kids in all in grades 7-12. The show was Harvey, about a man (Elwood P. Dowd) who has an imaginary friend named Harvey, who is (in the English version) a six-foot, three-and-one-half inch tall pooka which takes the form of a white rabbit. His sister, who is embarrassed of his insistence that Harvey exists, tries to commit him into a sanatorium. However, they end up committing her instead on the pretense that she is the one that is not quite sane. When the sane and insane are sorted out, a search for Elwood begins. The production plays with our views of sanity and its benefits.
After the show, we were all saying, "Ah, now where is Harvey? I want to drink a martini and carrot juice with him" (that's what Elwood would order for Harvey) and "Sane people ruin the world." Which is true, on some grounds.
The evening ended up being quite rainy, but still enjoyable. It was one of the better experiences I've had here. And we're going to see Hamlet on Tuesday! Whoopee!
Cheers, guys, and happy Friday!
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