wow, a lot has happened in the last few days. so quick recap. since my mom has been in town i haven't been around my computer a lot. so i apologize for the long pauses in bloggings. but i'm having fun keeping busy. so i don't feel bad. you'll forgive me.
so after we last spoke, mom, alice, and i caught a sheruit to tel aviv from ramla. mom and i hung out for a while and alice went to the sub kuch where i would later meet her. mom and i ran into mayaan who is always sweet. i spent a little time with mom near her place, but then said goodbye and met alice at the kuch from which she, david, inbar (one of the managers of the sub kuch), inbar's girlfriend, and i (later joined by ben-el... most fabulous gay LA/Texas/tel aviv resident ever and his weird friend) walked REALLY far (but not really that far) to a dance party. right before we got in, al told me that she thought we should just go back to the bar since it was 30 sheckels and she knew it would suck. i didn't really agree, so we went in. alice was right, unfortunately. we had entered a gay rave of 9 people dancing. really great people watching though. we retreated upstairs to the couches and found some plastic feet to decorate our room. not soon after, we left to walk back to the sub kuch while inbar, david, and inbar's girl went to a lesbian bar. i took some really cool photos on the walk back. alice and i walked through florentine, which is really a beautiful neighborhood and found a nice ledge. we decided to sit on it. we discussed how cool it would be if all of a sudden, everyone disappeared, and what we would do. so much food and fun shit. not at all bad. also, what would happen if a t-rex suddenly walked by on the street. i wish i could see a dinosaur. shit.
anyway, we got back to the subkuch, indulged in some treats and snuck upstairs to the gallery to sleep on some couches. mission accomplished. in the morning, we had a little chat time with david and continued onto my moom's place. after waiting FOREVER for her to get ready and meeting fifi, coach, and todd, we walked to the flea market in yaffo. it was a hike, but the beach was gorgeous. yaffo is a mostly arab port city on the outskirts of tel aviv, but the buildings are beautiful. you can taste the antiquity. mmmmm antiquitylicious... we found the shuk after a brief search and i came across the first booth and picked out two oldish photos that i liked from a miscellaneous box of them. i gave them to the vendor and asked how much he wanted for them. he told me 5 sheckel, i was expecting much less. i made a face. he promptly tore both photos in half, yelled at me and cursed me out ("fucking americans. get the fuck out of here. you don't let me eat!"). mom heard, got upset. later she would, twice, tell customers of his to go somewhere else because he had town up her daughter's photos ("ze LO TOV!!"). we found some great stuff there though (clothes, accessories, the works), although i was a bit shaken up the rest of the time we were there. i had only mildly defended myself, but the guy hurt my feelings. fuck it. as we were leaving, mom yelled at the guy and harrassed more customers. i hid behind a building but it made me proud that she was sticking up for me. go mom. she's insane. did i mention that she bought 50 pairs of binoculars for her cousin's grandkids? not 5. 50. like fifty. and a cart to drag them home. so we put her in a cab with all 50 pairs of binoculars, so she didn't have to shlep them and we all walked back. ate with mom and alice, took a nap and later that night walked to a friend's apartment. we tried to go to a pub, but it was closed so we bought beers and spent the evening playing 'shithead', a delightful card game at the end of which, we were taking a little man off the top of our beers, picking our noses while we said "tottenham is the greatest team the world has ever seen" and pretending like we had tourette's syndrome all before taking a sip of beer, after which we, of course, put the little man back on top of our beer. before bed, we watched a documentary about a marriage service that matches lonely english men to industrious thai women. i was fascinated by the dynamic between the two and it gave me the idea to do a photo series on the subject. or make a movie. we'll see. ended up passing out and ...
in the morning on saturday, we had coffee and walked back to mom's place because orna had made plans to pick us up and take us to a city on the way to haifa which apparently is fun to walk around. fortunately, it was raining, so we decided to go to the PANCAKE HOUSE AND SEE A MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i was beside myself. we had pancakes. it was amazing. and saw 'vicki christina barcelona', which for some reason, scarlett johansson's character made me realize that there is beauty in everything and i just want to find my passion. for anything. a person, my photography, music, friends, family, traveling. everything. i just felt very much re-connected to my vision after this movie. i want to see it again. thanks woody allen. bought 3 dvd's for 50 sheckels. we had delicious bagels with cream cheese, salmon, and avocado (things i'm missing big time here) and orna and yarden dropped us off at mom's (alice and i wanted to walk back to the bus station). i was super inspired and challenged us to a people interaction game, where we would ask random people intense questions. it didn't really work, but we ran into a co-worker and her friend. we asked them intense questions instead. told them about the sub kuch, and after we parted ways, we decided to go ahead and pay the kuch people a visit for one drink. we had a really great conversation about love, why we can't find it, and life. that all we need are 1)laughter 2)nature 3)friends 4)love 5)music
not in any particular order. it's a five-thing. we also ran into eran from natanya and we all tag-team made up a beautiful story about a blind man, a boy, colors, and the dahli lama. al and i got home kind of late, but listened to good music, watched part of 'human nature' (michel gondry movie that i LOVE) and decided to write down the story. we went to bed and slept though ulpan. cleaned room and put up palm leaves to decorate. i was supposed to teach photography with buffy today but it was postponed. got a call from a man named avi from the municipality that wanted to meet me to discuss my possibly working with kids and playing guitar or singing with them. i met avi and he drove me to the music conservatory in ramla. it was soooooooooooo cool. we talked about me learning a couple of songs, possibly putting together a show to teach to the kids. just basic stuff for fun, but they have all the equipment i'll need. it is fantastic. i'll meet him next week to audition, kinda. then we made macaroni and cheese and finished 'human nature'.
tonight, after a sheruit to tel aviv (where we randomly ran into todd edelman-- no fucking way), alice and i met mom at the corner of levinsky and allenby so we could all go to the sub kuch for open mic. i didn't bring my guitar, so i thought i might not be able to play, but tal set me up. i played rocky raccoon with daniel lostoyz who is a dream of all dreams, then chico stepped up. the whole room sang and clapped along. it was a reall great time. i met some very sweet people. later i played airbag and history of fiction. i think i did well. people were very nice. now that i don't work on sundays, i'm going to play open mic from now on. mom surprised me with a dvd of 'a league of their own', which i'm fuckin stoked to watch. it all ended with one big jam session. that was great. time flew faster than light tonight and before i knew it, mom was in a cab home after showing off betty boop to ben-el, david, and other random dudes, and alli, david, and i were getting turned down for a guitar hero sesh. so we missed the sheruits and took a quick, expensive cab ride home. now i'm tired. greenhouse project tomorrow, then kadima, then who knows. i just hope my mom gets on her tour tomorrow to jerusalem... i'm really stepping up with my photography. getting courageous. i like it.
goodnight all. love love love,
sally
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