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: (science will be okay)
Wish, my cat, has asthma.

I headed out at around half past eight this morning to get a vet from the clinic to help me take him there.

The poor boy was having a nap when I brought him downstairs to the waiting cage. It wasn't that terrible, he weed on me, but that's to be expected - the old man was utterly stressed out.

Once the vet gave him a shot to drowse him, he made noises reminiscent of Darth Vader, wheezing and gurgling. He sounded like an old man with emphysema. Once we arrived and the head of the clinic took a look at him and pronounced him "Very bad shape."

Cue the tears.

So there I was, sitting in the waiting room, crying my eyes out, under the impression that my cat is all but dead on his feet.

I called my brother, who is the only other sibling who loves the cat because he was living at home when Wish came to live with us (my older sisters were already out on their own, so they have no special feeling towards Wish). I called my brother, and he rushed over from work and sat with me for half an hour, and I'm really happy he did.

At around half past 10 the head vet came out to let us know that Wish is in the oxygen saturation chamber and that we should be able to take him home soon. They also gave me a prescription for the asthma, all of which he should be able to take with his daily wet food snack.

So we waited and the vet said his breathing was still bad so he wanted to keep him in for a few more hours.

And here we are. My cat is still at the vet and I'm still crying my eyes out, because this is the longest he's been our of the house since he was fixed as an older kitten, over 14 years ago.

My parents are abroad and my brother couldn't stay and now I don't know what to think about it all.
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: (little delirium - silly)
I have another nephew!

He was born yesterday and I'll only see him tomorrow!

This frustrates me, because I hate waiting to see the little ickle babykins!

Ahem, excuse me while I gush and go Auntie in your face.

I've now overtaken my brother, seeing as he is now a dad (I can't believe my big brother is a daddy *wibble*), I'm an aunt to most kids in this family, while my sibs actually have to parent some of them.

I win!

Sister-in-Law is well, I spoke to her about an hour after the kid was greeted into the world and she sounded much like herself; calm, contained, like it was no big thing she pushed a watermelon out of her body. So that's good.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Babies! I love them! :D
eumelia: (little delirium - silly)
...and despite the 20 minutes of rain we had, hasn't really left yet.

It's the 1st of September and I have a mountain of things I need to get done.

I did feel, that despite my long absences from here, which will be rectified as soon as I've finished my homework of 12K Words in Academia, I thought I should mention that today is my last official day as my youngest Niece's Nanny.

Unlike last time, during which I took care of her older sister, I was in a much better place emotionally and physically, not to mention that Baby herself was much older than her sister was.

Still, it's been intense and I've, obviously, bonded with her and so seeing her go to a crèche (family business, the woman take no more than four babies of approximate age at a time) really hit me.

Today we went to spend some time at the crèche, to get her used to place, play with the toys, get to know the caretaker (the woman who owns the place) and I just lost it.

I don't mind crying in public; I'm inclined to say that my life consists more in pauses of crying than me starting and stopping the tears that seem to live in the corners of my eyes. However, when you're the Aunt and that baby isn't actually "hers".

I cried and then the baby cried and it was terrible. Of course I just let her play and she was fine. Me? I'm okay, really.

Just, it's hard, I'm glad not to be tied down to the baby any more, but you get used to a that tiny presence and watching her learn to crawl, roll over, sit up and grow a tooth (and a taste for cannibalism! OW! It freaking' hurts when she bites!) is very rewarding.

I'm glad I'm no one's mother.

Every time I take care of a baby, I can honestly say, I'm happy I'm never going to have one of my own.

Oh, yeah, no children of my own in my future - as I mentioned to a friend, if I ever date someone with kids, I have no problem being "Step-Mel" or "Auntie-Something", but actual pregnancy, giving birth and going through the endless anxiety that never really goes away of making sure that little clump of flesh and blood survives... no.

Just, no.

Right now, she's sleeping her afternoon nap and later on her parents will pick her up to go home.

As for me, well, my oldest niece claims she remembers me taking care of her as a baby (yeah... no) and we have a very special bond. I can only hope the baby's family tells her of the summer her Auntie Melly took such good care of her - even if she bumped her head a few times and I stepped on her by accident.
eumelia: (ravenclaw)
My eldest sister has just finished reading the seventh Harry Potter book and in firmly in the Epilogue? What Epilogue? camp.

Which makes me happy.

Due to her dissatisfaction she went online to find analyses of the books and from there the jump to fanfiction wasn't far.

She's been reading Snape/Hermione fics.

This makes me ecstatic!

We spent the whole evening discussing Dumbledore (is he good or is evil - we say very not good indeed), our hatred of Hermione/Ron, and why the epilogue was full of crap!

My *squeeee* will never be harshed!
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A group I've joined called Academic Bi, from their profile: Academic_bi is an international mailing list for discussion, exchanging information and ideas about topics related to bisexual theory, queer theory and the academic study of bisexuality/pansexuality/fluidity and omnisexuality of course :)

People are making introductions!

And a little funny thing for the more classically minded queers among us, courtesy of my big brother:
The one that amuses me the most is the term
"metrosexual". It's supposed to refer to a hip,
urban (METROpolitan) guy who dresses well
and can handle being "just friends" with women.
But "metropolitan" comes from "mother city,"
with the "metro-" part being "mother."
Making metrosexuals, well, rather Oedipal.


Funny!
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Today my Big Brother is getting married!!!!!


*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

I'm currently showered and getting dressed in a pretty, pretty dress.

[Southern!Girl] is also getting ready.

We are going to the venue at six pm.

Excitement!!!!!

At some point there will be pics.
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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.

Conclusion

Dec. 25th, 2008 09:47 am
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I don't like Holidays in general, especially when there are no kids to appreciate them.

I'm too much of a cynic to the rituals I don't believe in with adults and then end up ruining it for other people.

So conclusion; I'm crap at holidays and will no longer impose myself on people who actually enjoy the ritual and find meaning in it.

Atheism seems to be superimposing itself on my very well thought out Agnosticism.

I'm sorry [livejournal.com profile] hemlock_sholes, being a bitch is something I sometimes do thoughtlessly and even though I apologised last night, here's a larger, more public one.

*huggles*

Weddings!

Oct. 29th, 2008 10:09 pm
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There is soon going to be a Wedding in the family.

My big brother is engaged!

It's time to Partayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Yes.
Happy times.

Brother pulled no punches.
Took my future Sis-in-Law on a weekend holiday in Rome.
Proposed in a romantic restaurant.
White gold diamond ring.

Very sweet.

I love weddings.
Marriage... well, I have my own opinions on Marriage.
But hooray for Big Brother and Future Sister-in-Law.

It's good.
It's great.
I may even bring a date *waggles eyebrows*

Happiness!

Sep. 22nd, 2008 12:18 am
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Well, the Now-Local Fam have moved to their own flat after living at the Asylum for almost six weeks.

I'm looking forward to visiting them in their own place and babysitting Nevvie and Niece, which will be extra fun because my oldest friend happens to live in the same building.

It was a funny coincidence that Friend's mother told Mother Unit about a vacating flat in that building. The street has a kindergarten such across them and a local elemntray school very close by so it's ideal.

I'm happy they're living there now and I'm happy they're back close to us.

I'm also happy to have a quiet asylum to run around in without bumping into all sorts of children and their stressed out parents.

Most of all I'm happy for them and that fact that they'll finally have some normalcy and routine and won't have to deal with an extra four people that really shouldn't be co-habiting a small space like ours - this goes both ways of course.

Anywho, one exam down, one exam to go.

Wednesday is to be freedom day when it comes to this exam season.
Cross fingers, hold thumbs and wish me broken legs!

Jealousy

Aug. 19th, 2008 01:26 am
eumelia: (Default)
The eldest Sibling is in Berlin. Germany.

The Sibling-in-law (spouse of the sibling above) is in Copenhagen. Denmark.

Their children are staying in the Asylum. Arkham.

Jealous. Is what I am.

That's all.

Good night.
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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.

*BOUNCES*

Aug. 12th, 2008 10:13 pm
eumelia: (Default)
The America Family are on their way back!

And they're staying.

Forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yayz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sister (and my bro-in-law) and Babies (aged 6 and soon to be 3 - God she's big *sniff*) and they're here to stay.

They'll be living with us for a while before moving into their own place.

*BOUNCES*
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Who want to see a movie about a Roman Emperor who was known for being a kick-ass and a gentle lover?

I do!

Especially when Daniel Craig (The new and second best James Bond) is going to play Emperor Hadrian - who was well known for a wall, fighting against the Second Jewish revolt and for his lover Antinous - whom he deified after Antinous' death.

Apropo bisexual men; Mr. Craig, in lieu of portraying a bisexual character, suggested that in the next Bond film, 007 have a Bond-Boy, instead of a Bond-Girl.

He is quoted in the Daily Star: "Why not? I think in this day and age fans would have accepted it. No-one blinks an eye"

I have a bit of a crush on Daniel Craig now.

Via.
Sent to me by [livejournal.com profile] hemlock_sholes, who gets extra cookies for requesting that I blog about this.
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My sister sent me this really good review of The Dark Knight, from the Jewish perspective.

It's very interesting and it gives a different spin and interpretation on this already riveting and multi-layered film

Batman: The Dark Knight in Jewish thought - contains spoilers!
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A big Mazal Tov to my big brother, better known here as [livejournal.com profile] hemlock_sholes, for his release from the IDF after twelve years of dedicated and loyal service to the system.

It's their loss and our gain all the way.

I'm proud of you big bro, for doing what you believe in and not compromising yourself in any way.

My brother was released on the 20th of July 2008, which so happened to be the 39th anniversary of the first lunar landing by the Apollo 11 team.

To celebrate both these very auspicious occasions here is a recent video of the Earth from space.
It is quite humbling:

From NASA with Love.
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I just got back from the Cameri production of Fiddler on the Roof - Hebrew, obviously.

Friends, readers and lurkers... it was fucking. Amazing. Awesome. מהמם. אדיר. Unbelievable.

It was mind blowing. Couldn't have been better if they'd tried.

I'm just... in awe at how well done it was, my hands are still hurting from the amount of clapping I put them through.

Not only was the acting amazing, the choreography was fresh and updated, the singing was amazing.

I was in row eleven on the floor, so I had the perfect view (minus a giant head that happened to belong to the person sitting in front of me... grrr) and didn't miss a thing.

I'm so happy my sister had an extra ticket for me (and at the last minute for my mother): Leigh, thank you very, very much!

Here's a taste of what I saw this evening - This is a video of the Cameri performance from June 8th 2008:

The quintessential FOTR song! )
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XKCD # 322:



Via my most excellent brother Robbie aka [livejournal.com profile] hemlock_sholes. Who should make use of such an awesome username and update his LJ from time to time... just sayin'.

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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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