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I wrote this on the week of October 13th – maybe one or two days later – and never finished the post, so never posted the post, and here I am stuck in this limbo of how do you post about anything when I still haven’t addressed That. So I will just was that now and take it from there.

flashback to October musings )
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This is just to say, hello, I'm in Tel Aviv away from the thick of things, immediate family is safe. I want to write something about what's been going on but I really don't know what to say. I'm not really sure what the price will be for getting through it as a country, and I'm not looking forward to finding out.

I've been managing to pull myself out of the news cycle for like an hour or two of escapism a day, and am weirdly glad for the few WIPs I follow for having updated in a very timely fashion.

Sending everyone affected in any way hugs. It's a rough time.
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I signed up for a professional class that work is very kindly paying for, which means I get to be a student one afternoon a week, which is fun but today was a bit, how do I call it, "the fuck".

First, I got my period, massively underestimated how that would progress during the day, and ended up with a gigantic stain on my jeans which like, you are NOT SUPPOSED TO GET AT 35, dear lord. Walked around with a long shirt tied around my waist like it was 1998. I don't think anyone noticed but wtf self.

So then I'm in class, and 2 hours into it we have a 15 minute recess and I step outside, and there's a TV breaking news livestream on, and out LEFT FIELD I find out that apparently Bibi and Trump and Mohammed bin Zayed negotiated a peace agreement between Israel and UAE?????? WHattttttttttttttttt????

My twitter reaction was basically that and guys, I am still not over it. First - absolute high school flashback to the time I went to an afternoon class and discovered 9/11 had happened and like, we were stuck in class while things were HAPPENING in the real world. But anyway, that aside, this is so - fucking confusing. I'm so conflicted between excitement and despair and hating the fact that Bibi and Trump are the ones who did this and also hating that this is so clearly manipulative and timed just before the elections, and as so many protests are going on, and it's so gross and cynical and definitely not ideal for the Palestinians but at the same time, it's been such a long time since anyone in the government used the word peace, made it any kind of priority, pretended to care about it, and it's so. effing. refreshing.

...while still being weird and wtf //o\\ and WHO JUST SPRINGS THIS ON PEOPLE.

I'm also excited at the prospect of being able to travel to the Emirates someday. It was always off limits and now it's - well, it won't be!

And all of this is so weird, because like, remember, it gives you a happy little whiff of "Peace! Score! \o/" while... not actually have been at war with the other country! Like, yes, I couldn't travel there, and their athletes sometimes refuse to play against ours, and I know a bunch of people who could only travel there while being undercover. But also: the reason they were there was - okay, I don't know exactly, but it had to do with intelligence and military cooperation. Like, not exactly things you do with your nemeses.

Anyway. This is all very weird. I will continue pondering I guess. I know that pretty soon I'll be hit with all of the "why this was bad/useless" takes, but for a moment I just want to dream, for a second, about the idea of peace.

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MEANWHILE - I am deeply in Old Guard fandom these days, hi, and also will be spending the weekend camping in the desert! Under hopefully stars! These things are totally unrelated!
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1. Watched Thor: Ragnarok last night and enjoyed it a ton, as expected. Feel free to talk at me, or headcanon me, or... whatever you want. It's not a spoiler that Bruce Banner/Hulk are in this movie, and as one who does not usually enjoy his portrayal of Bruce nor Bruce's character in general in the MCU, after the movie I immediately re-recced a friend what is not only an amazing Bruce fic but really one of the best fics I've ever read, the kind of fic that if I had to gently introduce a newcomer to fanfic via Avengers gen, I would 100% use this and I'm sure it would blow their minds. It is an old fic but the fic that made me not only like but love Bruce, at least this iteration of him, and I know I'm late to discovering it like I am to most MCU things but nevertheless here it is: the Responsible Science series by [personal profile] lettered, and specifically, parts four (The Kids Aren't Alright - age regression, gen) and five (Let's Stop the Time Warp (Again) - groundhog day, gen). Those are the only two in the series I read but I couldn't stop thinking about them for days afterwards - such a good team dynamic between Bruce, Steve, Tony, Pepper and the other Avengers. So if you're in the mood for Bruce, post Thor, I so so so recommend it.

2. I'm in the middle of a Stranger Things season 1 rewatch. I watched season 2 last weekend, threw up a lot but not all of my immediate feelings in [personal profile] kitajmaze's post here, then went back to season 1 to rewatch all the fun character bits, the binged on cast interviews (and man do I need to find a way to watch more full episodes of Beyond Stranger Things), read as much fic as existed within the first few days of the season's release, and then roped another friend to watch season 1 by promising to watch it with her, so we've been going through season 1 again in full. So uh. As you might be able to tell: this show + my heart = true love.

2.5 Speaking of Stranger Things, let me just throw this prompt out there and beg for someone in the universe to pick it up, because just imagine: the Winter Soldier escaping in the '80s. A group of kids in Hawkins, Indiana finding him in the woods. Recognizing him as Bucky Barnes and having faith that there's still good in him. The Winter Soldier meeting Eleven.

.................I'm just saying. *gets down on knees and prays for this fic to exist*

3. I had two job interviews last week that didn't go amazingly by I'm glad to get the practice of interviewing, after not having done it for years. Got rejected from one, and a homework assignment from the other, which I'm halfway through, so that's nice. Sent my CV to a few other places this week too, and had two lunches with also unemployed friends who are in a similar place as I am, both of which were helpful, motivation-wise.

4. I was going to go to Haifa this morning, but all of the signs warned against it: the trains were cancelled. Then we discovered there'd be heavy traffic because of the Haifa marathon. Then whatsapp crashed. So it's a good thing I didn't go, and instead spent the morning watching outdoor jazz at Ben Gurion Avenue with iced coffee and fruit salad in the sun.

5. I have more weekend plans and coffee and ice cream, all of which are nice. Well, the Rabin memorial assembly tomorrow evening is perhaps not the same category of nice, but if it'll be as big as the event planners are hoping it will be - well. I really hope it'll be big.

6. OH I ALMOST FORGOT. This is just to say - two weeks ago I watched a musical that was, like, WRITTEN FOR ME OKAY - for me and also for a whole bunch of you, I bet, and I wish you could all be here to see it with me. It's titled King Saul and YES IT IS A MUSICAL ABOUT KING SAUL, you can watch the trailer here, and it starts with the people asking Samuel for a king and ends with Saul's death on Mount Gilboa and David's lamentation and god, it was so brilliantly written and performed with such a talented cast. I had a few small issues with it - their David was not quite my favorite iteration of David (he was manipulative and seductive but didn't quite have the heart that my favorite versions of David, which might be imaginary, do) - but it was just so freaking good. I would totally buy the album if they had one. My face hurt from smiling by the time the show was over, not necessarily because it was funny the whole way through, but because I could hardly suppress the squeeful grin I had on my face the entire time. And Saul was never one of my favorite characters, but oh, man, did I feel for him here, for better or worse (and of course there was worse). Poor guy only wanted to fund his asses :(

The production plays about once a month and if you find yourself in the area, I do recommend it.
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I have not actually talked about the State of Me on here, I think, but in general I am, 6 months after leaving my job, still in a state of uncertainty re: what the hell I want to do with my life - what direction to job search in, or alternatively study, or combine, or... something. It's the new year, which means I should take the time to reflect, and I am, but... it's really hard to reach any actual decisions. I read a metaphor recently about tahini, of all things, how the process of making it is neverending - you add water and it's too diluted, you add more tahini and it's too thick, you add more water and it's too diluted, more tahini and it's too thick, and it will never end until you decide: this is the tahini, and it's done. The metaphor was a little more sophisticated than that and doesn't apply to everything, but I wish that with regards to job/studies, at least, I could be decisive about something.

Sidenote: I couldn't remember the precise English words for 'thick vs ??' and googled 'thick vs watery' and every single result on the first page of google referred to thick vs watery semen. I feel like I shouldn't have been surprised by this, but it was still unexpected.

Anyway. Job/life situation aside, a few things I want to remember from the past week:

1. The one-year anniversary of Shimon Peres. cut cut )

2. Adventures in babysitting - a friend from the US stayed with me for three days with her two-month-old son. Despite the fact that lots of my friends have babies now, I don't have near aunt-like status with any of them, so while I've held babies, I haven't actually fed them formula or changed diapers since my sister was born in 1992. I am happy to have successfully done both now, as well as babysat all by myself for five whole hours and sung the baby to sleep multiple time, which was deeply satisfying - both being able to help out my friend, but also just that feeling of being able to soothe a restless child. I've been thinking a bit about having kids; when I was a kid I was sure I'd have kids just because I thought everyone had them, and I never thought about too hard, always knowing that there'd be time; but I'm 32 now and I'm thinking about it because whether I end up having kids or not, I want it to be by choice. I think I'm going to set up a meeting with a fertility doctor to learn about the process/options of egg freezing, which seems like a smart thing to do just in case? I've been setting up a bunch of neglected doctor appointments recently - I literally got my first pap smear ever last week - so perhaps my healthcare momentum will continue.

3. The day before Rosh Hashana, we went up north to my cousins in the kibbutz to watch their production of the musical Halehaka (The Troupe). It was a lovely event - as usual their community events always feel like Stars Hollow to me. They'd built the set in a clearing outside, and all of the participants were kibbutz members or adjacent; my cousin choreographed, her husband adapted the play from the original script, another cousin had a small part, and their kids had all watched rehearsals to the extent they knew most of the play by heart, and enjoyed it every time (the girls, aged 7-11, were thrilled. So it was very fun - except from that small matter of this being a play about (a) a military (b) singing group (c) from the '70s ----> which means so, so many sexist jokes or jokes about sexual harassment, which was just /o\. Disappointing, to say the least, and I was really kind of surprised that my cousin's husband, who is one of the loveliest human beings I know, didn't remove some of those jokes from the script. Because I found myself sitting next to the 7-year-old, who was enjoying the show, but then asked me: "I don't understand why that's funny, why is everyone laughing?" after the exchange between the band's director (and CO) and the lead singer, when he told her lasciviously: "So, how about you come to my quarters tonight and we'll work on your parts?", and the entire audience laughed, and like... ////o\\\. You are right, child, it is not funny at all and yet everyone is laughing at this joke your uncle wrote, and I can't begin to explain why right now. It was just a moment of, oh, society, let's just be better about this, okay? Halehaka is a classic and I love it for what it was, but it's 2017 and we can be better.

(That said, there will never be a fandom where I don't for a moment daydream about what the Halehaka AU for it would look like. It's the perfect teen drama/military/band on tour AU for everything.)

4. I have a bunch of thoughts on Conan O'Brien's Israel special, but overall I can say that it's one of the funniest outsider depictions of Israel I've seen and overall I really enjoyed it, especially Conan's interactions with random folks who are all super super real, and the small details that just feel so, so local. You can watch the clips here, including more clips linked at the bottom of each page. I was going to add another tangent here but on second thought I have deleted it and idk, if anyone wants to talk about the episode let me know I guess. I've also watched the fourth season of Transparent, which is set in Israel and the West Bank, and was certainly interesting and not off the mark for what it was trying to tell, I think. Lots of Israel in media, I guess.

5. The Good Place is back! And wonderful. Star Trek: Discovery was cool as well. And B99's back on tonight so hopefully September will be ending on a good note.

6. All of my Yuletide nominations have been approved! I encourage y'all to listen to The West Wing Weekly so that you may be inspired to write fic, to watch Younger if you're into romantic comedies and romance novels set within the publishing industry, and uh, watch youtube clips of Anthony Mackie being awesome in interviews so that you may perhaps be inspired to write fic about him as well.

I did not post this in time to with everyone a shana tova, but shana tova, y'all. Here's to an excellent תשע"ח or 2017-18, whatever you prefer <3
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Israel isn't a big market. Over the course of its history it's had a bunch of print newspapers, but until the 2000s, let's say, we had three main print newspapers: Yediot Acharonot (ynet online), Maariv (maariv online), and Haaretz (haaretz online, which in the past vaguely and today firmly takes the most left-leaning approach to news coverage).

In 2007 a new paper was added into the mix - Israel Hayom ("Israel Today"), a free daily newspaper that quickly became the most widely circulated by virtue of being free. It's owned by Sheldon Adelson, billionaire friend of Bibi (and Trump), and is undoubtedly the most right-leaning of the dailies.

There've been dramas in Israeli media before, but none that I can recall being old enough to understand what was going on. What's going now is depressing in a "how is this our present" kind of way, but fascinating to follow from a media studies perspective.

Of two investigations our Prime Minister is currently embroiled in, one of them is the investigation of recordings of a conversation between him (Bibi) and Arnon Mozes, the publisher and owner of Yediot, which seem to indicate a quid pro quo offering - that Yediot would give Bibi more positive coverage, in exchange for Bibi helping to limit Israel Hayom, the free newspaper that serves as the greatest threat to the rest of Israel's print journalism.

All of the news are following this story of course - TV, print, online, radio - and it's just so bizarre now, that, while knowing it wasn't perfect, my go-to news source used to be ynet (the online version of Yediot), and now of course I keep noticing how prominently (or not) they cover this story vs other outlets, and where and when they add the full disclosure that Mozes is the owner of ynet while covering the story, and more than ever I cross-reference what I read with what the other outlets have to say about it, and obviously everyone has an agenda.

I don't distrust ynet now - not any more than any other outlet, I guess - still trust them way more than some - but it's certainly a reminder that... agendas exist. Do I think this will actually do anything to hurt Bibi's status? Eh. I hope so. It might. A little. I'm afraid to hope.

Anyway, if you're interested, here's ynet's own coverage of the recently released transcripts, including a statement from the paper's editor in chief.
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I don't even know what to say. Even after this exact same thing happened in the latest Israeli elections, even after Brexit, I honestly didn't think that it could happen.

The shock will fade in a few days and won't feel as visceral. But ugh. This is gutting. I'm sorry.

*hugs everyone*

on the cusp

Nov. 8th, 2016 02:10 am
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In 1992 my dad took me to the voting booth in the school at the end of the street, and told me which buttons to push and which level to pull to vote for Bill Clinton.

I faxed in my vote for Hillary Clinton today - first time voting in the US. It feels like a strange little circle being closed. I only lived in the US briefly, but I remember a school assignment from second grade, asking us to write what we would do if we were President of the United States. If I were President of the United States, I wrote, and went on to ramble something about the environment and animals, which I guess is what we learned in school that week. My paragraph-long essay was good enough that I got called up to the principle's office along with a few other classmates, and we all read our essays to the entire school through the PA system. The principle wrote "Great job! You'd make a wonderful President!" in my notebook, and let me stamp it with her cow-stamp that mooed when you pressed it on the page. And gosh, what a thought experiment that is to give to a kid. The teacher told me to imagine being the president, and the principle said I'd make a good one, and there was no doubt in my mind that I could be. It was a few years later that I discovered I actually couldn't, but that was because I wasn't born in the US; it never crossed my mind that the might be any reason for me not to be president because I was a woman, and I'm so, so glad that it didn't.

And still. There's something about the thought of parents taking little girls into voting booths and letting them click the buttons for the other Clinton that moves me to almost tears. Those of you who have kids and are voting, I hope you get to experience that with them today.

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There's not much to this post. But, well, voting. It's such a powerful feeling, you know? My first LJ entry was written the day I voted for the first time, two weeks after turning 18, and I've voted and lost in every local election we've had since, five in counting. I don't remember ever seeing the election results at the end of the day and feeling anything but disappointed. I was jealous of Americans in 2008 and 2012, for what it must have felt like in that moment; for having a leader who inspired you, and a country that actually got him elected.

I won't be jealous this time; the international stakes are high enough and I'm invested enough that I feel I'll be able to share the joy (if, if, if.) It's November 8th now, and I'm not going to disclaim jonx all over the place; I'm actually really freaking hopeful, and basically just wanted to mark this day, because I suddenly remembered that oh yeah, this might end up being the last day in the history of the world before a woman was elected as the next US president. And that would be a thing.

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I'm feeling especially morose about politics these days; it's a truly jarring juxtaposition between heartstrings-tugging Hillary ads, and the fact that I spent Saturday night at the Remembrance Rally for Rabin, who assassinated 21 years ago last week. But I really am hopeful that America can do this. Only a little bit more to go. Come on.
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One of the frustrating things about not posting here is that I constantly want to post, like, every day I phrase posts in my head and put my thoughts and memories into sentences that make sense and prepare myself for chronicling them here and sharing them with you guys - and then I get home, and it's late, and I'm tired, and I can consume (but barely participate) in everything internet through my phone and tablet, and so I don't.

So it's not like I've forgotten about LJ/DW and a month after I last posted I'm back here waving hi. I feel like I've been here this whole time - reading (well, not everything every day, but reading most of it), and it's always on my mind when things happen, except at the end of the day a month has passed since I last posted and there's nothing to show for it.

A lot has happened this month, including many nice things - visiting friends and good weather and family events and watching Avengers and hockey and stuff. And instead, what prompted me to finally post has been just unbearable rage at a freaking facebook post by, ugh, I can't even say it, our new Minister of Education, Naftali Bennet.


his cut is to protect you from political stupidity )
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Soooo did anyone see the Glee finale? You will be shocked, but I had tears - both in the flashback episode and in the future episode, because that is how I roll.

Friday morning [personal profile] hagar_972 very, very kindly followed up on her offer to take me shopping for a make-up starter kit, which was not only generous beyond words but also an awesome experience: she basically handheld me through not only what I should buy but also which brands would be good for me and what prices were reasonable, without having any ulterior motives of having a salesperson's commission! Afterwards we went home and she gave me tutorials on how to apply each thing, which seriously like, I had utterly no clue. So that was awesome of her <3. Also the most amazing thing I learned is that you can apply moisturizer *(which I now have!) to your lips instead of chapstick and it does amazing things. Like, seriously. I have super dry and chappy lips and sure, it only lasts for like two hours, but those two hours are smooth.

My sister is visiting from Brussels; it's awesome to have her around, even though we didn't do much but like, watch TV together. We had a family dinner at my cousins', with my grandmother, which very expectedly turned into an hour long argument about "why the left" lost in the elections, which is hilarious because pretty much all of us voted for the same two parties (except my dad, who voted for a third), and still there was a lot of argument to be had. And heartbreak, in my grandmother's case. The election results were frustrating for me as a 30-year-old with a lot of future ahead of her, but I can only imagine how disheartening it is for her, who invested the first thirty years of her life helping to build this place and living and breathing left liberal ideology, and who is now 85 next month, to see, in her words, what this country "has become". From that perspective, the results are even more dire.

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Also: I bought some flowers! After my successfully keeping the yellow orchid my mom got me for my birthday for two months, I now have: a small and super pretty fuchsia plant, a small red anthurium, a plant with purple flowers I just call the purple thing, and petunias in the windowsill. They're all very pretty and, a week later, alive! We'll see how long I can keep that going but for now, they are a pretty nice splash of color in the apartment.
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Two of the big polls are showing 27 seats each for Labor/Zionist Union and for Likud. The third big poll is showing 28 for Likud, 27 for Labor/Zionist Union.

These are only initial results but god. So. So. So. Depressing.

I wouldn't have even cared if we hadn't had elections. There was a government. It had momentum. But once it dismantled, once the campaigns started going, once the polls started showing a bigger and bigger dissent with Bibi, once I started imagining what a government led by Herzog might actually look like - all of a sudden there was hope, and ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh these results are so dismaying.

My very first LJ post was on Election Day, 2003. Ironically, it - and ha, every single elections day post I've made since, this is my fifth - is basically a disappointed vent. Not that everything would be roses and butterflies if the Zionist Union had a bigger majority - but I would have more hope, at least, for things improving.

Idk. I guess I should just hold off on the disappointment of not seeing any immediate decisive change, which wasn't really going to happen anyway, and wait for the conclusive results tomorrow. And wait to see who actually ends up forming a coalition. he polls could be off.

It's just... tiring, and despairing, and I don't want to hope and be disappointed again, sigh.

I'll wake up tomorrow and see what awaits, I guess.
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aka, Election day, and oh god, the ballot boxes open in an hour. There's something weird in the pit of my stomach, and I honestly, this is embarrassing, honestly cannot tell whether it's:

1) Elections nerves - stress both over the results, and over the fact that I'm still not 100000% sure who I'm voting for, and the fact that I won't be 100000% certain I made the right choice until we know the final outcome, and the elections-heavy facebook feed and the fact that I have nothing to contribute to the discussion.

2) Hunger. The company I work for has a running group who train once a week, suitable for both beginners and advanced runners, and friends have been on me for a while to join, and I finally tried it out today. So I basically exercised for the first time in years, and afterwards we went out for - I kid you not - seaweed health smoothies, and then I got home for dinner, and I had either not realized or I had forgotten how exercising makes you hungry. I don't remember if that used to happen to me (you know, ten years ago, when I exercised a little?), or if it's just something that happened to me now, but I was hungry, and ended up eating half a pizza. Which now, four hours later and currently at 1AM, is proving to have been not enough. Maybe? Unless this REALLY IS JUST ANXIETY ugh self KNOW YOUR BODY.

3) idk this could just be a stomach thing that eating won't even help and it'll be gone in 24 hours.

I guess the bottom line is: I worked out a little (yay! though it was hard gah I hate sportsing) and I am nervous and I am also super tired. I am very, very thankful that Election Day in Israel is a day off, so I don't have to go to work, and can just spend the day experiencing daylight and civic duties.

Who even knows what'll happen, gah. Things I envy, in this of all elections: a two-system party. It can suck, but it makes things so easy in the voting booth.
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More weather updates from the weekend: I drove to Haifa for a friend's birthday on Friday morning, and this is how the drive went:

1. drizzle drizzle drizzle
2. 30 minutes of crazy downpour, the kind where I slowed my drive to a crawl cause I could barely see past the sheet of water
3. lightly overcast sky, with lightning occasionally striking in the distance (including a memorable rod directly into the ocean)
4. Haifa - alternating rain, sun and hail
5. Driving back - about three minutes when it was hailing on the car while the sun was shining?(??)
6. the Tel Aviv-Haifa drive is on a coastal road, and there was a ten minute stretch on our way south where on our right was the ocean, brilliant sunlight flashing off the waves, and on our left was a dark gray cloud storming over the hills and town of Zichron, occasionally hitting the ground with lightning, but with the setting sun lighting it up in yellow from outside, so it seemed like sections of the cloud were kind of... glowing from within. WITH LIGHTNING COMING OUT. It was pretty spectacular.

Meanwhile, I read this What It's Like Living In Boston Right Now piece, and gah. *hugs* to everyone who is currently in the cold, especially if you don't have the supporting infrastructure.

Speaking of people from - sorry, Vermont - frozen wastelands, I met [personal profile] sabra_n last night! It was so much fun hanging out, and I wish it was not a rainy gloomy suburban weekday where restaurants and cafes closed at midnight, instead of later. I could have easily stayed another couple hours. Why do I not live closer to all you guys irl, sigh. In any case I am always happy when you come to visit :-) More people should do that.

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I went to see Tzippi and Buji speak on Saturday night, and by that I mean Tzippi Livni and Buji Herzog, current leaders of the opposition... in a sense. Only typing this did I just realize just how much calling politicians by their nicknames, ie Tzippi, Buji, Bibi, makes it sound like this country is being herded by a bunch of cats. Anyway, it was rather pointless; they basically try to say as little as possible so they can get as many votes as possible without scaring anyone away. I hate that their campaign slogan and entire strategy is "It's us or HIM." That said, what can I say, I hope it works.

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In hockey news, a retired (=had career ending concussions) NHL player, Steve Montador, died yesterday at 35. It's, well, first of all, sad. It's being investigated because of his age, and I have no idea if this will be officially associated with his history of concussions, but I'm sure it will spark some kind of conversation about violence/injuries in the game. I... really don't have anything to say about the topic, other than I'm curious to see if and how it unfolds.

In other hockey news, I must have watched Patrick Kane's shootout goal from last night about 10 times now and don't show any indication of stopping /o\
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I can't decide if I'm more dismayed or freaked out at today's news of a Palestinian minister being killed in a confrontation with the IDF. Sorry, dying in a confrontation, as per Ynet's headline, he just dropped dead, you know, terrible timing. The item's already been bumped from the headlines in favor of news about the economy, which feels like wishful thinking. If it's not on the front page, it'll just be a non-story. And I'm just - this feels like a catalyst. Of what, I don't know yet.

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Worst juxtaposition ever, but if you're in the mood for a punch-in-the-feels holocaust short film, watch Nyosha. I went to a short film screening at the cinematheque Monday night, which promoted a really cool concept - a selection of Israeli short films (all around 10 mins or under) that will be aired in the upcoming year as the "first course" before feature films at the cinematheque. Watching assortments like this are always hit or miss, and there were a few misses, but Nyosha wasn't one of them; it's a stop motion claymation short, telling a single childhood story narrated by a survivor.

(Meanwhile, another film screened there told the story of a girl auditioning for her middle school's Holocaust Day ceremony play. To the dismay of the other girls in drama class, she gets the main part. "It isn't fair!" one of the girls finally cries out. "She's Moroccan! Her family wasn't even in the Holocaust!". The teacher silences the other girls, as the heroine quietly says, "I'm Greek." At home that day, she asks her mom if Greece was in the Holocaust. "Oh sure," her mother says. "Greece was one of the first countries conquered." "Did we have any family there?" the girl asks. "Oh, no," mom assures her, "our family's been here for eight generations." "Oh," the girl says, disappointed. The mom looks at her for a few moments, and finally sits down next to her and takes her hand. "But we have a large family," she says. "You never know, right? Anything could have happened." And on that hopeful note, the film ends. It was very... on the spot.)

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Last night I got home from work starved and made the incredibly lazy and therefore expensive culinary decision of take out pad thai (58 shekels). I've recently started eating light lunches instead of fuller meals, which means I'm hungrier at dinner time - BAD NEWS for me, since with regards to the effort I want to put into cooking, I'd much rather order a big lunch at a restaurant near work, and put together a light dinner at home. Alas, today I once again had a sandwich for lunch. But dinner. I will - well, whatever I do, I will not spend 60 shekels on it today, how about that.

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And meanwhile in hockey, the Blackhawks had a game last night, and for whatever reason this gifset happened. I'm not even asking questions, okay. If Jonathan Toews wants to take his shirt off in the middle of a game, may the gods shine upon him (and on ALL OF US). I'll just be here enjoying his, uh, flush. And pointing out that while in soccer a player taking his shirt off would be, well, shirtless, in hockey a player taking off his jersey to reveal layers and layers of clothing and pads is downright erotic.

Day 9, Day 10 recs:

I conveniently found a draft post with a few recs from two years ago which I apparently never posted, so let's go with all of them for today. Warnings listed on AO3.

Written All Over My Face by faviconrsadelle (Explicit, 4678 words)
Short, hot and sweet. Kaner and Tazer hook up sometimes. Patrick likes wearing Tazer's jersey.

Your Daddy's Aim Is True by faviconthefourthvine (Explicit, 14,986 words, kidfic)
Magic baby fic! Wherein Kaner and Tazer have a magic baby *___* HOW INCONVENIENT. Takes place post 2011-2012 season, with all of the tension the early playoff elimination that entailed. Everyone is confused by the magical baby's appearance, and Kaner and Tazer try to deal. I love stories with babies falling asleep on sleepy barechested men, and I love stories where Tazer underestimates Kaner (especially in all things emotional-maturity-related), and I love stories by TFV. You may be surprised to hear that I love this story ♥. Warning: reading about taking care of a day-old/week-old baby may make you feel utterly exhausted. (meep babies)

Once, Twice, Three Times a Broshie by faviconqueeniegalore (Explicit, 2437 words, Kaner/Tazer/Oshie)
I will let the official summary speak for this one: Kaner convinces Tazer that a threesome with TJ will be a totally awesome idea. Tazer ponders the choices in his life that have led him to this point. Except really it's just bro porn. Which among you did not want to read the fic where Kaner and Oshie double team Tazer? Ugh <3. Hot and funny and everyone being comfortable and slightly dickish (ha) to each other, it's great.

you're with a winner so, baby, you can't lose by faviconzarathuse (PG-13, 9302 words)
Post-2012 season fic. Wherein Kaner freaks out about getting traded/Tazer going to play for Winnipeg, and makes the mistake of going on the message boards, not necessarily in that order. Zara knows how to write this perfect blend of ridiculous cracky humor and actually freaking touching honest communication between characters, and her Kaner POV (drunk and sober) remains one of my all time favorites.
Summary: The next thing Patrick knows, it’s 4 am and he’s spent the last three hours arguing with strangers online. He’s also polished off the rest of the bottle of wine and cracked open a few beers to get rid of the terrible aftertaste, so his comments at this point are mostly just shit like TAZER LOVS IT IN CHICAGO SHUTF YR STUPID FACE.

i'll keep an eye on you if you keep one on me by faviconmarycontraire (Mature, 32659 words)
In which Jonathan Toews grounds Patrick Kane for the summer. Kaner doesn't seem to mind much, is the thing.
Slow, long d/s-dynamics development fic, talking place post the 2012 season. Where Tazer's had enough of Kaner's behavior and "grounds" him for the summer. This fic has a long, slow build up of increasingly prominent d/s dynamics, which Tazer only starts putting a name to halfway through the fic, and once he does, (after freaking out for a bit, you know how it goes), he starts educating himself and treating the issue with more responsibility.

I really enjoyed this fic, but I'll warn in advance that the author chose not to put any AO3 warnings on this fic (which is warned for), and that some readers were triggered by/disliked the story mostly because they felt that Tazer's behavior was abusive.
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For the record, Israeli governments are elected to four year terms. Since the 1992 elections, we should have had - '92, '96, '00, '04, '08, '12 - 6 governments.

And here we are:

'92, '96 (after PM was assassinated in '95), '99, '01, '03, '06, '09, '13, and now officially headed to '15. That's 9 elections, in the time it's taken the US to have three presidents.

Even if I don't agree with government leadership or policy, at the end of the day, there are actual ministries running in the background doing important things, and we need to have at least one government complete a FULL FUCKING TERM for once to be able to actually get long term things done, ugh. This is going to be such a waste of time and money, and I should see it as an opportunity for change, but at this particular point in time, I am so scared of what the election results might look like.
roga: (dcu: tim *facepalm*)
I am wearing a sweater \o/ Not sure if the office cold is coming from the open windows or from the A/C - I hope it's the former - but I am enjoying this slowly-crawling-upon-us winter.

It's a little sad that my favorite thing about this week so far are my nails, but whatever, I'm owning it. After months of neglect, my nails are now the perfect shape, and sporting a very pretty shade of pink-purple, the kind of nails that make it fun to type because my eyes keep catching on the contrast between them and my black keyboard which just makes me satisfied at a nail job well done.

This week's The Good Wife had me, at a certain point - here is a word I haven't used in forever - actually squeeing, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine was a delight. I want to start watching Jane the Virgin too, but am feeling this weird loyalty to Ugly Betty, like, I feel like it should be getting some retroactive love now, idk. It's not very rational.

My NHL app, meanwhile, is being a douche. About a week ago, it stopped letting me stream games, which I pay significant money for, thank you very much. The NHL tech support guy said it was a bug they were having with my specific device - okaaaay - and here are a few steps I can take as a workaround. None of them worked. And then, fun story: on Friday, my phone died. Most of my photos and videos were backed up, but not my phone numbers (speaking of which: if you had me on whatsapp, could you send me a text so I have your number again?). Anyway, I bought a new phone, installed the app again, and what do you know, it still isn't letting me stream games on this whole other brand new phone. I have contacted Support again (twice ugh) and no reply yet.

*

Meanwhile, the world is happening. I clicked on a fic yesterday that began with an epigraph quoting Walt Whitman:

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.


For a moment, I was so disoriented, and had to actively push away all of my associations with that poem in order to continue reading. Because it's a beautiful poem, it's gorgeous, and it means so much to a lot of different people, but to me, it will always be tied to Rabin's assassination, which happened 19 years ago today (or, last night). It was originally written for Lincoln, and was re-translated and composed by Naomi Shemer in 1996, a year after Rabin's assassination, and has been so linked to it since. It's a gorgeous translation (Hebrew), and has gorgeous music (different version), and just, such a beautiful poem, and 19 years ago today that happened, and here we are today.

We have a colleague visiting from Germany, and I wanted to take her to Jerusalem over the weekend - I love taking people on tours of the Old City, just to get a glimpse of the history, the market, the architecture. Pretty much the only time I spend there is when I'm showing tourists around.

But there was another attack in Jerusalem today - another one just like last week, and not long before that, and things there are so tense right now, that I don't know if I want to - for lack of a better word, risk it.

So, hey. I know a lot of Americans are feeling some despair over election results yesterday. You have my sympathy. *politics suck fist bump*
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Work, at least, is better. After having finished dealing with 90% of my old fuck ups that dragged on forever in the past two weeks, I had, in what I thought would be the worst timing ever, my half-yearly review this afternoon... which was excellent? I'm consistently awed at job reviews how much confidence my bosses have in me doing a good job. I swear it's because I wear glasses (they make me look smart) and stay late hours (an illusion that I work hard instead of have terrible time management skills). Sigh. But at least the review made me far less stressed in everything related to my actual job.

and then this post devolves into more ~situation~ talk because why not )

Okay, for real next post needs to be about fandom because there's a fic rec I've been sitting on for like two months and it was a WIP that was FINALLY finished last week and ahhh I want to rec it so bad. And rec more things. I've had, like four of my prompts filled at the hockey kink meme, it's amazing. So many good things are happening in hockey these days. It's really freaking fun.

ETA: noooooo I'd forgotten there was a new Masters of Sex episode to watch and now it's already 1AM! Gah. Dnw to wait until tomorrow to watch, will definitely fall asleep if I watch it now. The eternal struggle.
roga: (dcu: tim *facepalm*)
I have to say, yesterday I was going to make an actual positive post, which like - everything is relative, but it had points going for in that: (1) no sirens in Tel Aviv for more than 24 hours (since then: more than 48 even), and more importantly (2) my sister spent the weekend in a base much closer to home and we visited her for 3 hours and it was great. She was good, she gave us a lot of much more concrete information about what she was doing and where she was that she couldn't over the phone, and just having that info helps alleviate some of the worry which is based on a lot of uncertainty. She was in pretty good spirits, seeing her reminded me she's a strong girl, it was excellent.

Anyway, I was too tired to type anything up by the time I got home, and really wanted to deal with nothing but fun tidbits of canon trickling in from the Blackhawks Convention in Chicago, and fell asleep way earlier than I'd intended, and the next thing I know today happened and work was KIND OF OKAY and then everything on the news turned to shit again.

I am once again too tired to post in actual detail but I figured, at least let y'all know that my sister, as for yesterday, was good, since I've been keeping a lot of you worried along with myself and I owe you that, and that this evening was incredibly hard for Israelis watching the news, and that aside from that, being on Facebook and having political conversations with people these days is extremely disheartening at best and sickening at worst and really just awful. So - this is just to say, I am aware of that. At some point I might reach a boiling point when I actually vent about this for real without being so vague, but similar to past posts I've made recently, it's almost 2AM and I have zero energy. My timing could be better.

Things that bring a smile to my face, in the meantime: Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I have 3 eps left and I wish I had a repository of five more seasons because that would have been awesome. I am enjoying this show a lot.

okay then

Jul. 18th, 2014 01:55 am
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Well. The potential ceasefire lasted exactly 45 minutes, so that went nowhere fast. As usual there was little affect in Tel Aviv - a single siren Tuesday afternoon. But Tuesday was a long, long day - this entire week has been one of the most stressful weeks I remember having in a really long time. Part of it was The Situation happening in the background, but part of it was just work: me finally gathering the mental energy and courage to handle some things I've let drag on for waaaay too long, and spending the entire week hashing over my mistakes and dealing with them. And most of them are behind me now, thank god, all except for one, but I left work after 9PM twice, and on Tuesday night I just got home so late, crashed in the living room with the lights on after dinner, woke up at midnight and couldn't sleep; at 3AM baby sister texted the family a screenshot of the homepage of a major news site headlined by this photo - "I'm in the front truck", she wrote, while the caption read IDF trucks gather at the Gaza border. AND I'M SUPPOSED TO SLEEP AFTER THAT. Spoiler: I didn't :/

I ended up finally falling asleep after 5AM. It took me forever to drag myself out of bed, and it was ultimately a morning siren that forced me out - didn't go all the way down to the first floor shelter, but technically going down two floors and standing in the stairwell is enough, which is where I ended up meeting some neighbors for the first time in my PJs. BUT it was over soon enough, and I was not late for work, and I continued dealing with the stupid things I had put off for so long. Thankfully, the day ended with meeting [personal profile] minglingcrab and [personal profile] marina, which was like, hello, breath of fresh air, and calm, and fandom and recs.

Today was - well, work was productive but horrible, and at least this week is over. In the evening I met a few friends in Holon, celebrating her completing her degree. Dessert was interrupted by a siren, the first time I've experienced one in public instead of at home/work; it was pretty well organized, all in all, signs pointing to a shelter in the building, everyone cramming in from the complex and the street.

And it was good, it was okay, and now there's been a ground invasion to Gaza.

My facebook feed is seriously gross right now. I just turned off the news, which are just regurgitating the same 30 second clips they have of soldiers getting prepped and the Gaza night skyline glowing with explosions. I really, really hope this will be over soon. It's useless to keep saying that and then do nothing about it, but well. I still do.

There are countless videos and clips about the situation and I'm not sharing any of them, but this video is well-made and chilling and all I have to say right now.



(I'm getting tired of this. Next post I make will be about fandom. It's the Blackhawks annual fan convention, and I have not forgotten. They have a panel called "Blackhawks Baby Boom", okay. There was just an article out titled "Blackhawks' Kane, Toews more than Teammates." You can see why this is a fandom.)
roga: (dcu: tim *facepalm*)
1. They are talking about a ceasefire tomorrow morning, negotiated by Egypt. I'm not actually clear on whether both sides are on board yet but ugh Pleasepleasepleaaaaase let this happen. I mean, for one, obviously less death and war, but also it will mean I can go to sleep again dressed in a less decent clothes than the shorts I've been wearing in case I need to sprint to the shelter right when I wake up. Yay? Also it would mean baby sis could probably come home soon.

It's so weird though, the hours before a (potential) ceasefire. If the ceasefire's supposed to start at 9AM, what does that mean about the night before? Are both sides going to try to dump all they can at the other in the time they have left? (Er I hope the answer is no.)

2. It is important, ultimately, to read the comments in order to remember that these people are part of your country too, that this is part of the discourse, that the closed-minded, mob-mentality racists are not just the loudest anymore but also growing in numbers, but after days like today, sometimes you just have to go back to that mantra: don't read the comments. Don't read the comments. Don't read the comments.

3. Of course, sometimes you don't read the comments, you hear them. Today's horror story brought to you by a video of a scene from the Knesset which, when I saw it, my heart actually started pounding with how ashamed I was that this woman is a representative of the public in Israel, that she has actual power, that this is how MPs conduct themselves. Like, I don't even want to link to the video because I'm so ashamed/embarrassed/horrified that it exists, but here it is for posterity, with no subtitles because really you DON'T WANT TO WATCH IT, like, this is the kind of scene which is dirty laundry that I don't want to air to anyone else but ugh it's too upsetting. I actually just tried describing the scene in words and I want to tear my hair out. here's a link if you want, I don't know, to feel like your own politicians aren't sometimes the worst people on earth. Sorry for being so vague about this but I'm not posting any political stuff on Facebook cause half my work is there, and this incident was just. Where is Hulk when you need him.

4. So, Tumblr: I am really unsure of where I fit there. There are certain types of interaction there that I enjoy, but mostly I just want to lurk there, which is fine, it's great, right up until I meet tumblr people I'd like to befriend otherwise. Which is really difficult, if they're only on tumblr! I mean, that entire site is designed to make sharing and commenting east but having actual conversations hell. So then, you obviously have to put a bit more of yourself out there if you want anyone to get to know you, and then all of a sudden it's like: what, do I make a tumblr post? Do I make tag-posts about things that happen to me? If I want to share something that happens, do I post it on LJ/DW, or on Twitter, or on Tumbler? What if I'm friends with the same people on all platforms and then I'm just spammy?

Idk, I'm sure anyone on tumblr who is also other places has these same types of worries. I'm still figuring it out I guess. (This brought to you by me watching the above video earlier today, wanting to vent, and freezing up when I realized I have no idea where I want to do it.)

5. There was one siren in Tel Aviv this afternoon - right me right at the tail of a heart to heart with a colleague, which was probably the best moment I'd had all day (the, er, the talk, not the siren.)

6. Update they are OFFICIALLY ACKNOWLEDGING the face that they are in CONTACT about a maybe ceasefire yessss.

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