Like a Good Book

The thing about a full life, is that things that matter less gets hold up, so I hardly write anymore. All my thoughts and photography go on FB, and not here, but this weekend deserves a mention.

There was also Book week last week on Tuesday. Only got three books for myself, and a few more as presents. Got through one of them already (Paper Towns- John Green).

( Thursday )

( Friday )

Spent Friday afternoon with Marvel's Daredevil, which turned out to be really fun and good television. I'm almost at the end of the season and will most likely finish it today or tomorrow.

( Saturday )

I had a great weekend. I've got a busy week ahead of me. I guess I'll write when I can.

Oh, god, I've missed this show.

I keep forgetting how good is people's characterizing here, as good as Person of Interest is.

I'm re-watching it from the beginning as well, because I need the reminders, and also Banshee Origins (which is the webisodes they upload each week), and I just keep loving it more and more.

The first episode of the season wasn't action packed, like a lot of the episodes are, but the opening sequence was fucking awesome, and we have some new shitstorms coming, I can see it happening.

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So fucking cold out. I looked at the sky on Thursday morning and decided it was cold and rainy enough to play hooky. Also managed to get a sick day from my doctor, so that was great. My mom and I went to see if we could find a new TV (since out old one - and I do mean old, it's at least 15 years old - up and died last week) and ended up buying a new smart TV, a new dryer and a cell phone for my brother. Good day's work, I'd say.

Yesterday we actually braved the weather, since I needed fabric for my new sewing project (Jacket, this time), and we were able to find great wool/cashmere combo fabric, in two patterns, in different shades of blue.

It was raining hard, so we only took a small detour through the market and went home. I pretty much did nothing the renaining part of the day, except finish my book ("Charlotte Isabel Hansen", second book of the year after "The Ocean at the End of the Lane", which I hope is the beginning of a year that will rekindle my "Clean Shelves" project). I fell asleep quite early.

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We went to visit Udi in Be'er Sheva today, and brought half the house with us, including a huge pot of Chulnt (which my mom made) and Bono (who was exceptionally good on the rides there and back).

Udi was glad to see us and we had lunch together, in his ice-box-of-an-apartment. We got back home at around 17:00.

I think I'm going back to Banshee, because if I go to the living room I'll be asleep in less than half an hour.

Thank you, O Great and Holy World-Wide-Web, for FanFiction.

In other words, I'm tossing "Allegiant"'s ending out the window and finding one I can actually live with.

I'm most definitly NOT the only person who hated that ending.

[because the real reason I needed this story this past week was for Catharsis which never came, and, God, I need it so very much.]

The past few weeks have been troubled. My work status is bothering me to no end, the pressure, my decision to try and find something else, the realization I don't know what that "something else" actually means, and than my dad's birthday party on Tuesday, to which I need to make a nice presentation.

And then "Divergent" hit.

And again, in a time of troubled thought and change, like five years ago (oh god), I submege myself in a story which slithers through me, and I thought "Well, stories come when you need them, and the change that comes with them helps", but what if it's just a defense mechanism? Just something to run to, because I don't want to deal, or.

Or something to let my mind the time it needs to, do, what? Heal? Decide?

(I won't use the "What am I supposed to do" icon. Not yet, which says I'm still better than the worst).

So I went to see "Divergent" last night on a whim (one of my solo-last-minute movies). I've heard it was a sorry excuse of a movie, with nothing on "Hunger Games", so I went without any kind of expectations.

Which was probably the best thing I could have done.

Yes, it's not as good as "Hunger Games", but I didn't feel it tried to be anything like it. It felt like a nicely told story, not brilliant and not extremely original but well structured (even though the ending was incredibely fast paced), and I liked it quite a lot.

I went to the 23:00 showing, which was nice, since there were no annoying kids (and it's Passover!). I only came home at about 2:00. It was waaaaaay longer than I anticipated.

...so now I'll just click this rigt here, and here come the Divergent Trilogy into my Kindle... :)

( Period )

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( Campus days )

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( Movies and TV )

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( Baking )

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( Today )

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Yep, that's it.

Even though I did buy books this year, I was still able to make a dent in my unread-book-shelf-read-list.

And the winners of this year are:

* One of our Thursdays is missing - Jasper Fforde
* What I was - Meg Rosoff
* The Architecture of the Arkansas Ozarks - Donald Harington
* Timbuktu - Paul Auster
* Children`s Mate - Bella Shaier (Hebrew)
* Momik - David Grossman
* In another life [בגוף אני מבינה] - David Grossman
* Words into Flesh [שתהיי לי הסכין] - David Grossman
* How I became a nun [Como Me Hice Monja] - Cesar Aira
* Under Milk Wood - Dylan Thomas
* The Enchanted Castle - Edith Nesbit
* As far as you can go [הכי רחוק שאפשר] - Alon Hillo
* Incarceron - Catherine Fisher
* 50 Shades of Grey - E.L. James
* 50 Shades Darker - E.L. James
* 50 Shades Freed - E.L. James
* Zero Mistakes - Ella Yavlonsky
* The Age of Miracles - Karen Thompson Walker
* Artemis Fowl and the Last Guardian - Eoin Colfer
* One for the Money (Stephanie Plum #1) - Janet Evanovich
* Two for the Dough(Stephanie Plum #2) - Janet Evanovich
* Three To get Deadly (Stephanie Plum #3) - Janet Evanovich
* The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephan Chbosky
* Prevention of Solitude [החוק למניעת בדידות]- Michael Schonfeld
* One night, Marcovich [לילה אחד, מרבקוביץ] - Ayelet Gonder-Goshen
* When God was a Rabbit - Sarah Winman
* Big Girl [ילדה גדולה] - Amichay Shalev
* The Accidental Time Machine - Joe Haldeman
* Beautiful Redemption - Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl
* In Sandals on the Yarkon Bridge [בסנדלים על גשר הירקון] - Rami Bar-Adon

30 Books. I might have missed one or two, but all in all, I'd say - a good year's work.

Wait - one more:

* The Fault in Our Stars - John Greene

31. Phew.

So I'm at work, not-working as hard as I can. No work for me in Haifa this week, so I've been coming to the Herzlia office every day doing almost nothing for 8 hours at a time.

Just so I'd be here.

I'll leave my opinion on that situation for your imagination, and since you all know me quite well, I'm sure you can articulate a phrase or two.

Anyway.

Spending a whole lot of time in front of the computer with no actual way to entertain myself (no music, no TV, no reading) I went over to my usual places, and to Wiki, and to Amazon, and from there to favorite authors and that's how I got to Meg Rosoff's blog.

If you don't know her and you're fond of (as she says it) "Unusual love stories" I would strongly recommend her books (the best are "How I Live Now" and "The Bride's Farewell"), but reading through her blog I came to realize her wonderful writing doesn't end in fiction. She's an excellent blogger, interesting, riveting, humorous and grave (well, that describes her books as well, so I guess it's not such a shock after all). She wrote about a book she contributed to - "Big Questions From Little People . . . Answered By Some Very Big People", where children sent questions and all kinds of people (professionals) answer them.

And the question she got was "Who is God?", and again, I'll leave it to you to articulate my opinion on that question (since I could write pages and pages about it, about how smart and un-smart it is, and how it generates more contradictions than anything else on earth, except perhaps referee decisions in soccer). The thing is, she wrote an amazing answer. And I wanted to share it. So here it is.

( Who is God? )

The past two weeks seem like they lasted much longer than two weeks. I'm having a really nice quiet time at home, getting up at much later hours than 5:20 (YES!) and going to sleep much later than 22:00. My normal rhythm won't last long before I'm going to have to go back to work, but I'm going to enjoy it as long as I can.

So - I already signed the contract, I'm starting on October 1st, still have no idea when the rig times will be, not to mention the training courses abroad.

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(Listening to Maya Isacowitz playlist on youtube.)

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Finished "Avatar - The Last Airbender" a week ago, also finished one of the book week books and I'm in the middle of another. The last "Artemis Fowl" is in my Kindle, also already read as well as "The Age of Miracles", which was Meh. I'm currently watching "Big Bang Theory" and laughing my ass off (Oh, Sheldon).

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My mom and I have been cleaning the smallest bedroom in hopes to make it her studio for the jewelery making, as well as doing inventory (boring as hell, and what I'm currently ignoring of during my time on the computer). All of the school books, encyclopedias and trash has gone to be recycled. It was heavy, I tell you.

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I'm dreaming again! I can actually remember my dreams because I wake up naturally and the sleep cycles aren't cut off when the dreams are still small and insignificant.

Last night I was walking through a labyrinth and ended up at the bottom of a huge canyon. It had incredibly tall white smooth stone walls and one of the most amazing places I've ever been in in my dreams. I saw two falcons circling above me and the were lowering their flight, ending up in their nest. When I looked down there was a dog or a cat dressed up like a clown or something (9gag seems to be the culprit there). When the falcons flew off I went to check the nest and instead of a falcon chick I found a kitty, and I figured the falcons must have lost their own chick and decided to adopt the clown cat/dog's baby.

The thing is, the falcons seemed so insignificant in comparison to the immense canyon. I can't even begin to describe how beautiful it was.

Anyway. Then I walked up some stairs and came up at the bottom of my old house and met some russian girl, which I didn't know. Here is the end of the first part of the dream.

...and then I'm a member of the special services, during a drill to mimic kidnapping the president. It seemed like a big place, and in front of me were white marble stairs which we had to climb in order to get to the president's office. He had people guarding him, of course, and it seemed like live fire was being issued, but I managed to get to the top and into the room.

In order to mimic his kidnapping we had to get his wedding ring, but he didn't want to give it to me so he just gave me some coins.

At which point I went back downstairs and discovered the russian girl from before was a russian spy.

And then I woke up.

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Took me two days to finish this post. During that time I dreamed I was at the Baker Hughes training facility in Huston and saw somebody juggle and go crazy with a chainsaw.

Have I mentioned how much I love dreaming?

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Also, we watched "Alegria" on Thursday and it was amazing - wonderful, talented acrobats on the trapez, on bungee cords, jumping and twisting in the air, not to mention the rubber girls and the gymnasts with the hoops and the guy who stood on his hands on tall wodden sticks. And the clowns. Oh, the lovely clowns.

:)

My cousin Asaf, he's been writing shitty stuff on his Facebook wall for ages now - political fascism mostly (and those of you who know me IRL know I don't use that work lightly). Today there was a really cute picture in the TA municipality wall, showing workers painting a crosswalk in the pride colors for the upcoming pride parade, and there he was, writing about gay people having horns.

And I saw red.

And I wrote him to stop being a fucking Neanderthal, and he reciprocated with an incoherent slab on my wall (about my opinions holding their own only within the family, not "In the Real World"), and I really wanted to write how how I hope he'll be happy living with his hatred but I didn't, and just erased the fucking prejudiced thing off my wall and made sure I don't read his writings any more.

And the funny thing is - when it comes to the real world (and I really don't get how people allow themselves to tell me this - I've been a productive member of the society for so long - studying and working in the real world for years now, so how come I don't fit in there?), he should really take a look at himself - being the fucking child he is, completely detached from people except his wife and family, no friends and just the hobby of toy buying.

For real, what the fuck?

Anyway.

Just needed to vent.

My cupcakes are out of the oven (vanilla, Cinnamon, cardamon and lemon zest) for tomorrow's group-lunch-at-work, and I just need to put the topping on (white chocolate with lemon zest).

And then teeth brushing, and bed.

...and maybe a few pages of "50 Shades of Grey".