eumelia: (drink to that)
I am ill.

I was pretty incapacitated with fatigue yesterday, mainly sleeping and staring bleary into either space or tumblr (that was what my brain was capable of yesterday).

I took the day off work today and seeing as I am writing this at about a syllable a minute (with typos) I'll be taking a sick day tomorrow as well.

What I hate most about the diseases that give one a heavy head and miserable overall feeling is that that I regress so badly.

It's like, I just want my parents to feel sorry for me and take care of me.

So right now I am nibbling on pretzels (trying not to suffocate because I'm coughing and I don't want to inhale the crunchy things), drinking weak coffee, and hugging a hot water bottle.

I really miss my cat.

And yeah, I've been all weepy for the past two days due to malady and menstruation.

I think I'll take a nap now.
eumelia: (flog it)
I would appear that I hadn't posted for two weeks.

The first week of June 2012 will forever be missing.

I've actually just been on other platforms where writing short sentences and re-posting pictures don't take up too much brain power.

I've also been writing fic, so a lot of my wordiness has been focused on those projects, which mean I've been neglecting these spaces.

Truth be told I don't know what to write about.

I'm feeling things rather intensely lately. "Lately" being since January, and this intensity is probably going to continue until I move out (again) to a place of my own (again).

I'm temporarily permanently back to living with my parents and yesterday, after a month and a half of living like a transient out of boxes I finally cleaned and tidied up my room. And when I say "tidies" I mean I threw out all the papers in my cupboards which I hadn't looked at in almost a year and papers I'd had stashed away since high school. There were papers in boxes I hadn't even seen in over ten years. One wonders what I was thinking at the time when I thought, "Nah, I'll keep it, I'll get back to it one day." You never do. I also found a bunch floppy disks, all of them decayed. Now that was humbling.

My room now looks great. It'll also make it easier to pack up once I move out.

I had considered staying with my parents, but I'm going fucking bananas and my grandiose plans of going to plumbing classes on the weekends will have to be postponed. Why? Because while I'm not living at the place, I'm still paying the fucking rent on that apartment. My lease did not work in my favour. Though [Sexy!Roommate] may have found someone to take over in July, in which case, that means I'll be able to actually save some money over the coming months and tuck it away for better grandiose plans.

Like traveling. I have two destinations in mind, I don't know when either will pan out, but they must, because I haven't had a holiday without my family in almost five years and I need to do things at my pace in a place where I can do what I want.

This usually consists of walking slowly, visiting a museum or two, eating and sleeping in the interim.

But my holiday plans are neither here or there, they are currently pipe dreams.

Today is a lazy day, I hope. There are circumstances which make this day a bit nerve wracking, but right now I'm sitting in my bed, writing and reading stuff, because I have two for [livejournal.com profile] queer_fest fics that are due next weekend, one is currently in beta, the other rather ethereal.

I've also signed up for the for the [livejournal.com profile] h50_exchange, which is exciting! Gifts for everyone!

I still have the "100 things" challenge to do, which includes various meta posts I have kinda-sorta planned.

At the moment though, I'm just really pleased my room doesn't smell of cardboard boxes.
eumelia: (coffee)
But we celebrated anyway.

My birthday is actually this coming Monday, but life being what it is, it was celebrated today and much fun was had.

My siblings got me exactly what I wanted. The "Hawaii Five-0" first season box set! Which, omg, yay!

This is especially good, because I've gotten my parents to watch the show and it will bu much easier to watch the episodes through the DVD machine, rather than hooking up my computer to the big tv screen every time we want to watch an episode.

So much fun.

Speaking of my parents, they got me a tablet.

A tablet.

With a touch screen.

It's 7" of goodness, on which I'll be able to read e-books, fanfiction, watch television and take my computerised life with me wherever I go.

I honestly can't believe they got me a tablet. It's currently charging and it doesn't have a name (I name all my computers), but tomorrow once I've played with it for a while I'll know what's what with this little machine.

I have H50 and a tablet!

I can't believe I have these things now!
eumelia: (bullshit)
Wow. I haven't updated in a week and it's actually been a very busy week.

I had this whole post written in my head about what I've been doing, where I've been going and why, but I'm just... out of spoons. I feel like I'm constantly out of spoons.

I doesn't help that my mother calls me a "pillar of strength" but ignores the fact that I'd really, really not go to the fucking Pesach seder tonight.

It's Passover eve tonight and everyone is going to a Seder. So obviously, I MUST go as well. It doesn't help that she's been zinging me about it, mentioning who will be there (people I don't give a fuck about), that it's traditional (pull the other one, mom) and that if I don't go she won't go (thank you, mommy dearest, for really making me feel good this holiday season).

So I'm going. I'll be damned if I'm going to be fucking happy about it.

Reading through the tags, I've been very quiet this time around, when usually I have lots to say.

I'm not really speechless so much as bone tired.

I'm usually much more verbose in general, but the words aren't coming out.

Stuff is happening in my life that I'd rather not talk about because they're in flux and really the only thing keeping me afloat is my involvement in fandom.

If it sounds like I'm bitter, it's because I am. Seriously, you could eat me instead of the maror tonight. Cannibalism though, is frowned upon in these parts, I hear.
eumelia: (get a job)
The parental units have returned from abroad and I've returned to my flat up north.

I'm very worried about Wish, because my mother ordered cleaners for the rooms and hallway that had been flooded and just before I left I heard him cough.

The cough was not as bad as it had been, he wasn't hacking or sounded like he was losing a lung, but he hadn't coughed since he came back from the vet and now he's starting again? I'm concerned about that.

Happy things though, due to my taking care of everything while my parents were away I received many presents of material worth! Like shirts and earrings (I love earrings!), I now have so many that I need another stand to hang them on.

Spending time at my childhood home really feels like a holiday, because I'm now heading out to shop for things like milk, eggs and other groceries on which [Sexy!Roommate] and I need to live.

I still have a beta reading to do, write my own fics and get ahead for a lecture I am probably going to be giving at the end of may.

And get a job.

SNAFU.
eumelia: (flog it)
One a month on a Tuesday I have an LGBT Feminist Reading group meeting. It is my happy place to go to where I can be all smarty pants and feel like my intellectual muscles aren't atrophying.

On Monday I get a call from my mother telling me I'm needed to babysit my niece (the one I nannied over the summer) because she's sick (her her daycare is closed, or both) on Wednesday and can I come the day before so that I can be at my sister's house bright an early.

And I was all... ugh.

I refused to miss my one a month happy place, so I got up at five this morning in order to catch the ten to six bus which would get me in time to the central bus station of my city to catch to bus back to my home town where my sister lives.

Soooooo, yeah.

I slept for four hours (I'm a night person, I go to bed around midnight - one am and later on a regular basis) and was out the door at twenty to six... and arrived at the station just in time to see my bus stop, see me run and shout at the top of my lungs to "Wait! Wait a minute!"... it drove off.

Regular readers probably know what I said out lout at that point.

Say it with me: "Motherfuck!"

Luckily a cab came by and I dished out the dough I can't really spare for the fare and I arrived at the central bus station in time to get the earlier bus to my home town.

Thankfully, it's an hour and a half ride down south so I napped and I arrived lively enough to entertain my niece as she ate and messed up her hair, face and shirt as she smushed yoghurt all over herself.

Ah, the joys of being jobless, available and living so fucking far away.
eumelia: (diese religione)
My dear New York siblings, congratulations, it's about fucking time.

My own misgivings about using marriage as a strategy, we shouldn't be treated as second class citizens, the ability to marry is one way to assert humanity on paper.

Big hugs!

Tangential to this, I was driving with my father this afternoon. He's buying a laptop for himself and he took me along as the most tech-savvy person living at home at the moment.

Which is saying something. But hey, I can read commercial laptop specs and make sure no one's pulling the wool over the eyes of an older man who's command of Hebrew frustrates him.

On the way, we started talking about Amy Winehouse and he mentioned that she was Jewish, I said "yep, I know."

And he said, "Not that it's in any way relevant."

I replied saying that I think it is important to have that sort of thing known, because Judaism is more than just a religion and he asked if I'd want to have "Jewish" mentioned as part of my biography.

I said that it should be mentioned somewhere, but not like "Melody [Pond], Jewish". I'd much rather have "Feminist" or "Queer".

I asked him, "Isn't being Jewish important to you? You immigrated here because of that."

To which he grimaced and said: "I hate what the religious have done to this country, it makes me resent the religion."

It made me think, that I must have really freaked my parents out when I was going through my exploration of Neopaganism, which came and went quite a bit for the better part of a decade, but which was laid to rest at some point a couple of years ago, and during my emotional break down after the Second Lebanon War, during which I thought I should get closer to... well... something, G-d seemed like a good choice.

I replied to him, regarding his resentment, that being Jewish is more than religion, it's a history and a sense of connection and the whole spiel.

Regardless, he said unfortunately religion was the reason Israel existed, which I refuted in a way he found both amusing and horrifying, most likely. But that's what happens when Godwin is invoked.

He said religion was one of the biggest disaster to ever happen to humanity.

And I said, "At least I come by my atheism honestly."

And he asked, out of nowhere, "And your heterosexuality?"

I gave him a side-eye, "I come by my non-heterosexuality honestly, too,"

To which he laughed and said I should start dating again, because he wants me to be happy and that he and my Mom reacted badly to my relationship at the time (no shit, Sherlock).

It was gratifying to hear him say, though the timing was slightly bizarre.

Then again, the car is the time to have a heart to heart. No one can escape.

How was your Sunday?!

Dent

Feb. 17th, 2011 03:29 pm
eumelia: (exterminate!)
I scraped and dented my parents' new car yesterday.

I'm not used to driving it yet, so I thought taking it out for a short drive would be helpful as I'd actually like to use this car more often than I used our previous one.

The big difference is that this car is an automatic and I'm used to driving a stick and dude, those cars drive themselves! I'm not used to not having total control over how fast a car is going, so when I pulled out of the drive way I took the turn to quickly and well... a scrape and a dent.

I'm feeling really guilty.

But well, as a friend said, better to have a few bangs and scrapes now and then than die in one big accident.

Ain't that the truth.


I'm not managing to keep up with reports coming in from Bahrain, Iran, Libya, Yemen, etc. I'm mainly following on Twitter, which is very quick on the updates.

In the mean time, in my locale, the Army has fired rubber bullets at Israeli citizens for the first time since October 2000. But who counts the Bedouin as Israeli citizens any way...
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I come from a family of history nuts.

We all adore history, we have different ideas of what history means, but we all love it, learn it and think memory is one of the more important things in life.

I recall the one time I looked my history in the face, when I was 17 and went on the class trip to Poland. I don't think I would have gone without my mother, who insisted, because I seriously hated my peers.
It was an odd time, of false camaraderie and a whole lot of national zeal. I still feel weird thinking about those ten days in Poland, in which the only time we saw something "fun" was in Krakow - where we went shopping in the square and travelled down the salt mines (which is used as a wedding hall, these days... or at least back in 2002).

In Majdanek, which is the concentration-death camp next to Lublin and has a fucking huge ash mound - yeah, seriously, there are reconstructions of the housing blocks, which have been converted into museums. There is a block that has nothing but shoes in it, there's a red high heeled shoe there that I'll never forget.

One of the blocks is an information archive, it has documents, SS uniforms, prisoner uniforms (those stripy "pyjama" things), ID cards for the well known Nazi commanders who did their duty there and a wall with badges.

Badges explaining what each one meant and who wore them.

I had only ever heard of the yellow star of David. When I saw the pink triangle I was shocked. What was a symbol I associated with Gay Pride doing here!?
I read the info and discovered what it meant and why it was reclaimed by gay people.
(I was 17, in a relationship with a boy and was only beginning to understand my own queerness).
I saw the black triangle and saw that it was given to Anti-Socials - which included gypsies, anarchists, the mentally ill and Lesbians.

This confused me.

Surely the Lesbians should be with the pink triangle.

Lesbian women were "Anti-Social", not because they had sex with women, but because they refused to marry and "breed" for the Reich. This I discovered not long afterwards when I realised that my country only counts the 6 million as victims and the rest as incidental - never mind that there are, you know, Jewish queers. So I read up on the other victims of the Holocaust.

Why am I writing this?

Because history continued to rely on the fact that men are more important than women.

As many of you know, Berlin has Holocaust Memorial instillations. A huge Jewish one and across the road from it, a Gay one. It was installed in 2008 to commemorate the gay victims of the Nazi regime. It includes a continued video of two men embracing and kissing. Very sweet.
I remember back when it was installed how happy I was that this piece of history, general and gay, was being recognised and promised myself that when I was in Berlin I'd go (as though I wouldn't any way). It was also stated that every two years the image would be replaced and this year it would be two women embracing and kissing.

Woe.

This, some say, is not historically accurate:
[..]Alexander Zinn, a board member of the foundation that maintains the former Nazi concentration camps near Berlin, said such a move would distort history as there were no known Holocaust victims targeted for being lesbian.

"Historical truth must remain the focus," Zinn told AFP.

He has banded together with other Holocaust experts and fired off a letter of protest to Culture Minister Michael Neumann and Berlin's openly gay mayor, Klaus Wowereit.

Neumann defended the plans as true to the original concept of the memorial in addressing present-day discrimination against lesbians and gays as well as the plight of homosexuals at the hands of the Nazis.

"The option of using a lesbian film motif in the memorial is in no way meant to put on the same level the persecution of homosexual men and women under the Nazi regime," he said in a statement.

Yeah, gay women didn't suffer enough under the Reich.
That's basically what's being said.

I'm not saying that Lesbian women were persecuted in the same way. Obviously, they were not. Mainly because, women's sexuality doesn't exist without the presence of a penis. That's the crux, these "anti-social" women refused to marry, continued to wreak havoc on the ultra-masculine, misogynistic and fetishistic society that had managed to infect Germany during Weimar.

Regardless, Lesbian women were persecuted for being gay, just, as mentioned, not in the same way. To deny this, is to erase an important part of War World 2 history, the history of the Holocaust and the history of queer women, who are erased from history with fervour any way!

Lesbians Locking Lips on the memorial for the persecution of gay people during the Nazi Regime is just as important as gay men doing so. It is different. The outcome may have also been different, but the motivation was not.
How could it be historically inaccurate?

This is what happens when I read the news on Peach eve.
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As promised, more on The Man and the amazing concert last night.

First of all, the getting there. It was very much encouraged that people use public transportation because, well, parking would have been an issue.
The doors to Ramat-Gan stadium (where the concert was performed) opened at half-past five pm, I wanted to be there by at least quarter to seven or seven, since the concert was scheduled to start at quarter to eight.

Suffice to say, that is not what happened. Read some more on how we finally arrived to the stadium )
We walked into the stadium at twenty to eight, I hugged Tami and her folks (she was the genius who managed to actually get us tickets the night sales went live, damned lucky as this concert was sold out in a few hours), we found our seats, had two minutes to relax before the lights went out, the stage lights went on and there he was.

The Man and his Hat (Tami was taking pictures the whole time, I hope I get to show them to you).

What a charming stage persona he has, he was skipping! He said it was a honour to be here and that he was dedicating the concert to Bereaved Families for Peace as per my previous post, which got me crying, it was a very clever and non-confrontational way of bringing in the "issue" I suppose. I'm glad he mentioned it at least and didn't ignore the contention of him performing in Israel, because it is a big deal and Cohen is a very big name.

He then began to sing.

Being the dork that I am, I wanted to write down the songs; I always carry a pen, but alas I did not have a notepad so I quickly rummaged around and found a post card - it was this post card, so there was plenty room to write on both sides.
Oh! Before I forget! On the big screens which broadcast his performance, there were Hebrew subtitles to almost all of the songs, because lots of Israeli artists just wanted to be able to sing him in Hebrew so over the years there have been lots of translations.
Having the subtitles was just too great no to mention.

The Song List with some of my reactions to them )

And then he sang the Passage from the book of Ruth: "Wherever you go..." which was amazing and then he gave another prayer in Hebrew. Amazing to hear that old fashioned Ashkenazi accent, as modern Hebrew accent is Sephardic... I was all very emotional, as is evident by the amount of tears I shed.

Cohen is probably one of the more evocative poets and singers of our time. I can honestly say that he's one of the artists that when I heard for the first time clutched my heart and pulled out my lungs. And it really was So Long, Marianne, because it was the first song of his that I listened to.

It was an amazing night and getting back home was far less dramatic than getting there. My dad I were gushing the whole way and it really was one of the best evenings of my life.

I love Leonard Cohen even more than I did. His gravely and deep voice is the kind of voice I always imagine myself having when I speak about something I'm passionate about, but it's so far from the voice I actually have which is more often than not high and strident... I can never modulate it to the depth that I want.

One other thing, Leonard Cohen has a grand, beautiful and very sharp aquiline nose (I have a nose fetish, really, I'm not kidding) and he's a seriously good looking (to me) man.
I think my dad kind of looks like him.
Yeah, I think my dad is handsome.
I think youngest daughters are supposed to think that, no?

I hope I managed to convey here what a powerful evening it was. That weird and awesome feeling of being intimate with thousands of other people.

I think I need another cup of coffee.
eumelia: (Default)
I just got back from the Leonard Cohen concert.

He (and his band and back-up singers) was amazing.

I love him more than ever.

Tomorrow, some cognizant thoughts and the song list (yeah, I wrote it down).

He dedicated the concert (and probably a portion of the proceedings) to The Parents Circle - Israeli and Palestinian Bereaved Families for Peace, which made me emotional to a degree that is really indecent. Crying at an announcement, good going Mel.

I'm also happy I went with my dad to this, he's loved Cohen since the 70's (how crazy is that) and we love so many of the same songs, almost all of them got an emotional response out of me.

It was mad, brilliant... I could have listened to him forever.
eumelia: (Default)
I don't get it.

Really, I don't.

I've been to the States and I didn't get it then. I've been reading up on the subject because the Interwebs are busting with the "health care" discussion.

My country has socialised medicine, we get the choice of four different HMO's, they compete with each other and have supervision and controlling rights over different hospitals.
There is a Health Basket that includes various kinds of medications that would have been unattainable for many people, but through prescription you can get your Insulin, your Xanax, your (practically) whatever you need for an affordable price.

We pay for this service along as well as for national security (so that in case we are unable to work we will still be able to afford health care) through our pay cheques or certificates if one is an independent.

Is it perfect? Hell, no. Most of the time, it is more aggravating than not.

However, this year due to an actual medical necessity I saw the health care system work and we actually got money back after the treatments my mother had to go through were done.

I understand that this sounds like luxury for some and it is. In Third World counties (not all) and in the United States.

That's really fucked up.

Also? Crazy Americans comparing Universal Healthcare to Nazi Policy, WHAT?!

Barney Frank says it better than me (via [livejournal.com profile] mizzpyx)


I mock.

That's what I have to say about this really, really redundant debate (it's a debate!!!).
eumelia: (Default)
Things are tense.

[Southern!Girl] came up from Beer Sheba for the night and ended up crying in my arms as we snuggled.
She said (I paraphrase) that there people suffering more than her in this situation.
She's right of course, but she's the one crying in my arms.

Add to that, I feel as though my family has gone 'round the bend.
Living with my parents give me ample opportunity to discuss the war with them and how one sided the media is (towards the Palestinians, of course).

My mother said she doesn't agree with me on the suffering of the Palestinians as compares to the suffering of the Israelis. I had an argument on the phone with my older Jerusalem-residing sister who ended up saying (again, paraphrasing) that she agrees with everything I'm saying, but bottom line, the lives of the people of Sderot and the other towns and villages surrounding Gaza are of more value than the lives of Palestinians in Gaza.

And again there was the dropping of Hamas' immoral tactics: human shields and using the civilian populations and housing for their weapons and their headquarters. That all they want is the destruction of Israel and that they get money from Iran and only use it to fight and not create infrastructure for... well, anything.

Thing is... when you're talking specifically about Hamas these are facts. Question is how you're going to put them in context.
Context being... the Occupation.
There is no separating that from the situation.
The whole "we left Gaza and they let everything go to waste", is just so moronic I can't even articulate it properly.
Being of South African heritage, maybe I should begin using the term Bantustan.

One sentence I can't get out of my head and really can't believe I've been hearing, not from anyone specific, but in general:
"We [Israel] haven't hurt too many innocent people".
What does that even mean?
That collateral damage is swept under the bloody rug?

Israel is so ethical, the defence ministry calls houses that are about to be bombed and tell them to evacuate a head of time:
We just received a phone call on our land line. It was the Israeli Defence Ministry, and they said that any house that has guns or weapons will be targeted next, without warning and without any announcement. Just to let you know, we don't have any weapons in our house. If we die please defend my family.
[...]
For the last year and a half the Israeli government has intensified the economic blockade of Gaza by closing all the border crossings that allow aid and essential supplies to reach Palestinians in Gaza. This forced Palestinians to dig tunnels to Egypt to survive. Israel continued to threaten a military operation in the Gaza Strip, until the madness of war became inevitable for both sides. And since it began, hundreds of Gazans have been killed.

I don't know how other people around the globe think. Did you think to be honest with yourself once to understand the truth? A handmade Palestinian rocket jeopardizes Israeli security, but Israel's deadly F-16s, rockets, missiles, and tanks don't jeopardize Palestinian security?

Emphasis mine. Quoted from Electronic Intifada.

Hamas was elected democratically, by the people of Gaza. They then went on to kill all Fatah activists and their families in the strip.
This is despicable, bad and terrible and certainly shows Hamas to be "bad guys".
In my home's political discourse they've been compared to Robert Mugabe of Zimbambwe as to how Evil they are and how cheap they view life to be.

But see, I don't care how Hamas view human life, because this kind of discourse just dehumanizes them more and more, and it's not as though Israel has that much better an opinion on Human Life, which is categorized very nicely into religious and ethnic criterion.

The traumatised children of Sderot are also human shields, but that's dehumanizing them isn't it.

I've been accused of hating Israel. Why do I not remember the history of my people's persecution, how can I prefer the Palestinians over my own Israeli brethren?

I don't hate Israel, that would mean hating the people that make the country, I think the way the power is structured prevents the people to actually be a part of the governing body and thus have very little influence in any sphere of influence.
I remember my people's history very well, I'm very much living in the paranoid fantasy that my own Jew-Ways will get me killed.
I've been to Warsaw (and imagined the Uprising) and to Auschwitz (and breathed in the Ashes). That isn't our entire history, reducing it to that, defining our Jewish-Israeli identity in that way diminishes our own subjectivity and the using of that history to oppress and dehumanize an Other People is the ugliest kind of narrative exploitation.

Thus endeth the spiel.

Free Palestine, Gaza, Rafah, Beit Hanoun, Ramallah and the rest of us. Bring hope to Sderot, Beer Sheba, Ashkelon, Ashdod and the rest of all of us.
Peace with our enemies.
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I think I'm confusing my parents.

We all went to see the new Bond film (OMG it rocked! A new Bond for the Post-Modern Age, it doesn't get better than that!) and I was going Gah! over Daniel Craig.
I kept getting the feeling they couldn't understand my celebrity crush when I'm currently dating [Southern!Girl].
Amazing what meaning one gives in different circumstances, eh?

There is a serious lack in Bi visibility over all, and I've gotten myself into helping putting together a zine about bisexuality.
We shall see what becomes of that.
Here, Queer, Ra-Ra-Ra!

Here's a Rainbow and it is black.

Your rainbow is shaded black.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Today on the News I watched an Economic Commentator compare the bailout plan to a defibrillator shock.
That comparison really scared me, because after reading The Shock Doctrine, which was one of the first economic commentaries/exposes I'd ever read, I've been trying to keep a keener eye and ear out for the language used by pundits, politicians and sound bite economists.

The worst thing about this is that the really wealthy won't notice this, those whose entire capital was invested in stock will get benefits from this bailout and thus will be able to go on their merry way, while inflation goes over board and unemployment abounds.

I'm parroting the News and I can't help but wonder, do these people understand who inflation and unemployment hurts most? Are they aware that small businesses (like my father's) can go under simply by employing people, because prices soar and no one can pay a salary because no one can afford because the customers themselves lose their job and are forced to go onto welfare and social security... which in my little Hell Hole is dwindling and dwindling.

I myself am also thinking about my future. What I'm to do with my degree in Useless studies Lit. and Gender studies.
I once thought of getting an MA or Certificate in Information/Library studies.
But when I think about what I really want to do and considering what I'd like to use my degree for, I always think of my mother, who is a teacher.
And this week a friend of the family who runs a chapter of an organization that tries to encourage education/literacy among the Indigenous people in Australia. She and her Significant Other (who also works at this NGO) were telling me about some of the projects and the young teachers that work at the organization and all I could think was "yes, yes... this is what makes the difference".
I'm still young enough to remember that I thought teachers were idiots and that I almost all of them.
Except my literature teachers in Junior High and High School.
And my Drama teacher from when I was 11 'till 14.
And sometimes I fantasize about being that kind of influence, if that one awkward weird kid can look back and think... I'd like to be like that.

Real world cynicism (and having a parent as a teacher) lets me know that fantasy aside, being a teacher is a thankless job in today's economic reality, especially in Israel where if you don't have tenure you barely get enough pay to make ends meet.

So... yeah.
This is what I think about when I have time. And I get memory streams, but that's the subject of a different entry.
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Dear Ladies, Gents and Others in the Supermarket,

Mind your own fucking business!

Thanks,

The grrl who was doing as her Mother asked and really wasn't looking for any input from you.

I mean, really.
There I am minding my own business putting olives into a plastic container from the buffet like counter where you can put as many condiments as you like in the aforementioned containers. Mother Unit asked me to cover the olives in the water.
I do so.
And as I put the container in the cart I am bombarded by one of the workers behind the meat counter telling me that I should put the water in a different container so I don't have to pay the extra weight.
I stare blankly completely surprised to be spoken to in this situation - going to the Supermarket is one of the most anti-social phenomena in real life I feel - and mumble about doing what my mother asked me to.
And then, then other shoppers around me began to tell me to do the same thing and someone asked who my mother was!

Fucking hell.

I shot out of that aisle like something on wheels.
Mother Unit was a little past me and gave me a look of total puzzlement.
Moi: Who are these Nosey People?
MU: I don't know. Who cares if I want to pay extra for the water!?
Moi: They scared me.
Mu: Poor baby.

I hate going to the Supermarket.
It's one of those places that really brings out the worst in Humanity.
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Per request of eldest sibling I am now going to tell you all what it is like to have four children (as the Jerusalem Nephews will be spending time with us while their Parental Units are away) in one house.

One word.

Crazy.

A few more words.

Very happy, though tears have been shed and jet lag is still par for the course when it comes to the America Family to be renamed the Local Fam/Nephew & Niece as they are now staying in my parents house, which happens to be where I live and they will be living in my town.

I predict a melt down in the coming hours due to pure exhaustion.
I predict a melt down of this kind every day while there are four children between the age of seven and two.

As a devoted Auntie I will be helping the Granny and the other parents who are staying with us.

So, yeah...

Will be reporting more insanity no doubt.

I'm also renaming the house we are living in Arkham Asylum - with the accompanying tag.
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To all the teachers who made and continue to make a difference.

Especially my Mother, who made me.



What Teachers Make by Taylor Mali

He says the problem with teachers is, "What's a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"
He reminds the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about
teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it's also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we're eating, after all, and this is polite company.

"I mean, you¹re a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"

And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won't I let you get a drink of water?
Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely
beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?

(c)Taylor Mail - http://www.taylormali.com/
No copyright infringement is intended in this blog entry, only admiration and the spreading of the spoken word.


Found via [livejournal.com profile] omnivorously.
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Mother unit is learning to play Bridge with a bunch of friends, while Moi is blogging about it in the corner of the living room, having been moved away from my regular spot behind the couch because the whole furniture arrangement had to be changed.

I dunno why.

Mummy is on a bit of a moving around spree because we're going to get the whole house (my room not included as it was painted less than two years ago) so there is a cleaning frenzy because this is an opportunity to get rid of things she had been trying to for years.
Personally, this is a chance to, um, attain more books from the old bookshelves in the various (every single one of the) rooms that contain books.

There is something to be said about "Summer Cleaning".

For instance, I found a book I forgot I had and got another in, oddly, the same subject: Nonie Darwish's "Now They Call Me Infidel" and Ayaan Hirsi-Ali's "Infidel", respectively.
I have issues with some of their politics, but as women from "Muslim" countries now living in the "West" they have a unique perspective of those countries and I think a lot of people on the Left choose to ignore what these women say because they're used (and enable) certain aspects of media to use their (valid, in their experience) criticisms of Islam and the cultures they come from to show Islam as entirely anti-Woman and incapable of evolving from the "Barabrism" it's currently in - yeah, I know, *vomit*.
None the less, if you can, it's important to read what they have to say, even if I disagree with a lot of their politics.

And here's something interesting; it would appear that British Muslims feel like European Jews. This was said by First British Muslim Minister Shahid Malik who is basically saying that Muslims are targets of prejudice and discrimination, etc. etc.
Links to the articles in The Independent and Reuters.

Now, while no doubt Minister Malik has legitimate claims of discrimination towards Muslims, I mean, duh. I have a problem with the comparison to Jews. I mean, the Jews of Europe were and are treated like European Jews, just because there was an eradication attempt doesn't mean there aren't any left and in England there are quite a few Jews.
I'm sorry to say that antisemitism really isn't gone and to compare the rise in anti-Muslim and anti-Islam sentiment to the fact that antisemitism in it's current (racial) form has been around for nearly 200 years.
The anti-Muslim and anti-Islam is on the rise and has risen because of the West's (re: the USA since the Second World War and became the planet's most destructive butt-insky) constant need of an Evil Enemy.

It's West bloc vs. East bloc.

What I'm saying is, like a lot of things to do with Jews, Antisemitism is uniqe and to try and pretend it doesn't exist anymore by trying to say that Jews have been replaced by a new scapegoat doesn't sit well with me.

Huh.
This entry turned much longer than I intended... forgive me folks, my rants tend to get the better of me.
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Just saw "Sleepless in Seattle" for the umpteenth time.

I love it.

I shouldn't. I don't believe this sort of thing happens in real life, it's also not my usual type of escapism. On the other hand, it being so fantastic (in the "fantasy" sense, not the "amazing" sense) it really does enable one to transcend their own expectations from reality.

I just witnessed my parents being all kissy-face.
And I'm quoting:
Mother:"When we met on [the place where they first met] and I shook your hand"
Father:"It was magic"

I'd be all awwww, if I didn't know they weren't just acting because of the movie.
In this case it's just a bit gross.




My nephew had a birthday party today, which was very nice. It was a beautiful day and practically the entire family came to spend an entire afternoon outside, lounging under a tree with freshly baked cup-cakes and watermelon (the boy's favourite food of all times, excellent choice in 35C degrees if you ask me).

Good day.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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