*snooze alarm*

Nov. 23rd, 2012 12:24 am
eumelia: (coffee)
First of all, to everyone who commented, sent me emails, pm's, etc. Thank you.

Thank you.

You are all wonderful and I'm so lucky to have you in my life one way or another.

As you may have heard there is a ceasefire. I'm still extremely nervous as I do not think it will last long, nor do I consider my nation's memory strong or long enough to remind ourselves that our current government brought rockets to the centre of the country and brought bus bombs back from the past.

The occupation, of course, remains and will not be moved at this time, no matter how much violence and damage it puts us through (Israeli and Palestinian).

Despite the ceasefire I didn't go to the office today, but rather spent my entire day working from home. I finished working but moments ago, technically still the 22nd of November, so my work didn't slide into the weekend. Whew.

I didn't go because I was anxious and because there was traffic that would have kept me and my co-workers who live in the same city stuck on the highways into Tel-Aviv for about 2 and a half hours.

Oy.

So I worked and faffed from home.

I'm rather pleased, but for a totally different reason. The reason being I'm going away for the weekend with friends! We'd planned this long weekend (took a day off and everything) over a month ago and god, I need this. I need this weekend like burning, I just need to clear my head, get away and regroup.

My hypervigilance was way out of whack this week. I have other thoughts about that, but that's for another day, I feel.

Right now I need to unwind from my long, long day of work and prepare for my long weekend ahead, which will be full of friends, puppies and rain!

Plus my laptop, there shall be some writing done!
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Nov. 21st, 2012 07:28 pm
eumelia: (jewish revenge)
No sirens today.

A bus exploded in Tel Aviv.

I'm fine and no one I know, as far as I'm aware, was among the injured.

I'll have some more to say later, most likely.

I'm just... really tired right now.

I mean, a bus blew up in Tel Aviv.

This...

I don't know.
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"I don't want to sing about war and greed"

Nov. 18th, 2012 09:37 pm
eumelia: (sad soldier)
Two sirens went off in Tel-Aviv. Countless ones in the south and on the border with Gaza. Dozens of people in Gaza were killed.

I'm not keeping a tally, I did that last time and it's an insane thing to do. I'll leave that for the other people.

I'll talk about myself and my cushy-only-twice-in-a-day descent down to the shelter of my office building.

The first one was at about 10 am, just as I was sitting down to actually start working. We're supposed to stay ten minutes in the shelter after we hear the sirens. When I was back at my desk to check on updates I saw that the Iron Dome interception system did it's job and got the two rockets that headed our way.

[Sexy!Ex-Roommate] and I commenced a gallows humour tweetfest in which we tried to think of a dry drinking game for each siren during the day, seeing as we can't drink at work. We discarded coffee, considered cookies, eventually decided on songs.

She tweeted Alive.

The second siren was at the end of the work day, around 6 thirty pm and just my crummy luck I was in the bathroom when I heard the siren. I was more annoyed than anything else let me tell you. It's awkward. I pulled up my big girl pants, washed my hands like a civilised human being and went down, to the shelter.

This time I was a bit shakier, possibly because of the compromising position in which I found myself during the siren, possibly because it was two sirens in one day and I'm still, ha, sheltered and don't want to think about what it means.

Regardless, the song I tweeted was Tubthumping (I Get Knocked Down).
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Nov. 17th, 2012 03:24 pm
eumelia: (nice jewish girl)
To anyone and everyone who is (re)blogging or (re)posting or (re)tweeting pictures of dead or injured children (or anyone) connected to the current violence raging in Israel/Palestine, please stop.

Please stop spreading images of the worst time in someone's life.

Please stop spreading images of salacious violence.

Please stop spreading images of death that are used as propaganda.

Please stop enabling the callous and cynical use of pain and suffering.

Please stop enabling the media to be a source of death pornography.

The use of dead children to create sympathy says more about you, than about anything else.

I ask this, not because I am a sensitive and delicate flower who cannot abide the image of blood or of poor dead babies. No, it is because I despise the use of pain and suffering of real people as an attempt to manipulate my emotions.

I hope the worst time of your lives aren't used so callously.

"So far as we feel sympathy, we feel we are not accomplices to what caused the suffering. Our sympathy proclaims our innocence as well as our impotence. To that extent, it can be (for all our good intentions) an impertinent- if not inappropriate- response."

Susan Sontag, "Regarding the Pain of Others"


Orginally posted on my tumblr. Twice.
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Nov. 16th, 2012 12:44 am
eumelia: (nice jewish girl)
I just got home.

I spent the evening with friends.

We amused ourselves, played with the dog-niece, talked about almost anything other than the fact that we're at war.

Again.

What else is fucking new.

I'm so sick of this shit.

Rockets are now reaching Tel-Aviv. There was a siren and the office travelled down to the underground parking lot where we waited the ten minutes we're supposed to. It was tense, but not overly so. Someone said there was an anti-war demo being planned and she couldn't understand that.

I said, "It's very easy to understand when you see that violence doesn't actually solve anything, but only make things worse."

I can handle a lot, but I can't handle dehumanisation. It doesn't matter to me who is dead on which side, I only care that a life was lost. There is a disproportionate amount of life lost on the side of the people who don't have the option of escaping and have much weaker weapons.

That doesn't make them better than us. We are no better, we just have bigger guns.

The Israeli government is as blood thirsty as Hamas, make no mistake. They have no intention on stopping the fight, the IDF is calling up 30,000 reservists.

A ground assault is immanent.

With it, a bigger body count.

It doesn't matter to me who is dead on which side.

I'm fine.

I see no horizon.
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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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