On the time period between registerring to the new host and publishing the new site, there were few posts written.
The actual publish date for these should have been the one that is being stated on each post's header.
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I am now in the midst of rewriting a paper. That's right! I had a paper, full of beautiful embellishments in the form of insightful insights which are now lost to the world and it is gone along with a year of scholarly work. My computer has gone brain dead, due, almost certainly, to my inadequacies as a technical-gadget owner.
Thing is that I am now faced with a moral conundrum – should I subject it to resuscitation efforts or shouldn't I? There are brain chirurgic specialists who may revive the patient – Y tells me that it's almost without a doubt that they will be able to breathe life back into the machine, but, like all doctors, even in a state which does have mandatory health insurance, they charge! And they charge a lot… it seems that people can get quite attached to the outputs of their psyche, demand has pushed prices to the level I would think fit for Nobel prize worthy material.
Anyhow, this is my first advice I feel completely worthy of offering the world – back up, always back up.
* this document has been backed up on ten different locations.
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Y and I are sitting in San Francisco in La Boheme, a wifi-generous coffee-shop.
Believe it or not, the owner just told me – he recognized that I am an Israeli somehow – that his brother has the concession to operate FOX in Beit Lechem….
Quite surprisingly – I find the hummus here to be mediocre and the same goes for the Baba Ganoush and the Falafel. Still, I enjoyed everything thoroughly, due to what can only be homesickness.
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Dec 9 - Window Cleaner - (SF Bay Area) <<skilled trades/artisan
Dec 9 - Web Site Developer - (oakland downtown) <<web/HTML/info design
Dec 9 - Gay Adult Studio in Search of Staff - (SOMA / south beach) <<et cetera
The top of his post contains real-life ads found (by me) on craigslist and referred to Y who is currently in the ropes of job pursuit.
The last one of the three actually asks the job seeker to answer the following obvious qualification-insightful question: "which is your favorite Spielberg film and why". I therefore take it to be an ad published by an academic wanting to assess the current desperateness levels in the job market. For the purposes of that researcher, our obvious answer is Jaws – because of the phallic poster.
Note also that the first ad is what apparently is forlorn manifestation of what must be years long pursuit after an artisan Window Cleaner!
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One of the best things of living here is that NYC is in our back yard! In a matter of minutes we located cheap airplane tickets for the end of this month, and pretty soon I am going to be standing on NY pavement! It took all of the self discipline I had managed to muster in my life time not to go to the other room to consult the New Yorker for goings on around town – virtually my town(!) – during the week we are going to be there.
I suspect, though, that NY is not a city for the poor. Let's see: no shopping, no expensive tickets to shows and to top it all, no acquainting ourselves with the razzle dazzle of new NY food. I think this would be a good time to cross the river to see Brooklyn, and maybe, just maybe, I should try and develop a taste for Queens or for Subway tunnel slumber.
It is funny though how lack of funds helps you realize what you love best; your true preferences become crystal clear. I thus fairly easily resolved myself to lousy seats, and today I even had the instrumental passing illumination, that it isn't really that exciting to hear classical music performed live. Waiving clothes purchases was no challenge – this is the upside of feeling like an overblown ogress. But what will I do without restaurants? I mean, there's a danger that I will become so emaciated that I will eventually want to get clothes too. That's it. Restaurants I simply can't afford to give up. Here it is – we all have to make concessions, these are tough times…
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For some reason – I think it has to do with my mother but I can't be sure – I am undergoing a period of mental inspection. The outcome of this soul-searching excruciating exercise is that I feel at odds with the world. I think that I'm not dealing with it in the right way, nor have I even, and thus have inter-temporal censure with regard to myself.
Right now, around ten reflecsive rebukes come to mind: Oren didn't recognize me when I accidentally met him in Stanford which means that I did less than an adequate service to myself back in my Hotbar days. Coming to think of it, even the people I did know and like, I can't call right now and that includes Shai, Ranen, Ziv and whoever, I didn't call that Nelli person Meital tried introducing me to which was stupid, I am currently working on ruining friendships with friends from back home, I don't know how to become friendly with professors, I fail constantly at expressing myself coherently – and a good example would be my encounter with Megan yesterday after we drove my mother to the airport, I'm not creating relationships with faculty in Tel Aviv, I haven't tried running for ages, I eat too much, I don't read the nytimes of the chronicle as much as I want to, and we still haven't used our canvass or started on our Jigsaw puzzle !
Well, I have to leave something for the posts to come, so I'll stop now…
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I haven't written in such a long time. It's just that my parents are here, and my life seems to have been shortstopped. It seems that I had to reorganize and it proved somewhat difficult.
Actually, in the last few days I am managing to do most of what I plan to – but I feel like I'm not completely here. At any rate, all I have to fill this post with are tidbits; for example, there was one hilarious thing from election night which I really wanted to write about and it goes like this:
"bums for o'bama – we want change!"
And also, a limping girl carrying a wooden cane singing to herself: "luckily I have just my'cain, and not McCaine".
Another thing was about the fantastic 20th century opera – Kafka fragments by a Hungarian composer called György Kurtág. The directing was spectacular, the violinist and soprano were amazing. It was really a unique experience – one that it would be hard to reconstruct in any other location than a concert hall.
I know – this is a lame attempt at a post. No start. No end. No sticking to one topic. No following any of my own rules. Still, where documenting of experiences was concerned this was important.
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I am currently on prescription of tiny concentrated insanity tablets, and at this precise moment, Aba and Ima are coming for a visit. This is not good. I can't even start imagining a spiraling of their standard lunacy with my plastic yet very real one.
Still, I can't say I'm not having fun. We just went to the sffs animation festival best of Annecy collection. It was fantastic. I can't help but thinking that the same as it is in classical music – that only flat-scale scores have any worth - it is with other forms of art. I say this because it is impossible to ignore that the best of Annecy is all flat – the best of the best are all heart breaking or morbid. Some of the flicks actually made me cry, the other ones, the ones which made me smile, I can't remember anymore.
I don't know, perhaps this is due to my flimsy emotional state.
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I am amazed. Y is now talking to a recruiter and is being interviewed quite aggressively. I can hear him explaining stuff about Java Interfaces and design patterns.
He is not at all nervous. When the guy on the other side of the line started asking him questions, he said calmly: Please give me a couple of seconds – I am translating my answers from Hebrew.
Now, he is answering matter-of-factly. Speaking in close to perfect English. Never groping for words. Pacing his speech. Unbelievable.
Now he is laughing… everything is cool and casual. And he is in the middle of cooking(!) he was actually annoyed that the guy was late calling – they scheduled the call for 11:00 and the guy had the gull to wait till 11:03 - not because he was feeling edgy expecting the call – like I vicariously was – but, because, he wanted to put stuff into the oven and was stalling till after the call(!)
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