i know that title probably looks like gibberish to you, but that's only because youre not fluent in hebrew (transliteration)like me. it of course means "on break", this particular break is from hebrew class. i mean not that i showed up at all to class today.
but after my alarm (someone with good intentions set on my phone for me) before i broke it *keep reading youll get to that part* went off for like 30 minutes and i finally realized it just sets itself to snooze if you dont do anything about it. really very clever NOKIA, its almost like you didnt want me to miss class, but i figured out your games, and went back to bed...but when i did wake up three hours later i went into my actual room (which i havent been sleeping in seeing as for the past week or so we have ostensibly had 3 singles since two of our roommates are doing some sort of complicated medical thing in jerusalem that makes them better people than i) sam was there and informed me that SHE was on break key (because) she did show up today, whatever some people are just perfect, and they can keep a perfect attendence 8 days running. i 1. dont think ive been to 8 consecutive days of class since middle school and 2. dont need to be comparing myself to her unreal standards, its just not fair to the average joe like me
so my real story of todays missed class starts last night after a delicious meal at the local - meaning closest since there are probably at least 20 within a five minute walking radius - falafel stand (mine was grilled chicken instead) that leore graciously bought for me, we decided to go on a wine run. because we DESERVE a break, i mean the whole day had been obviously so difficult, i hung out - used the internet, wandered around, mailed somethings at the doe'er(post office), {some things of course meaning free write style letters to brandon}, and other such taxing afternoon activities. well since there were four of us (me, nicole, nikki and leore) we needed(not in hebrew i just really wanted to stress it) four bottles of wine. x4 (only two were gross emerald reislings, please wine experts out there please tell me why israel doesnt have pinot grigio at ALL) i mean how do you really relax and unwind, unless you drink and entire bottle of wine? you cant its actually scientifically impossible, i didnt just make that up, its science and thats irrefutable.
the ladies, eric, aaron and i, met up around "10/10:30" to start our relaxed evening in. three glass and fifteen minuts later...suffice it to say i was drunk. Then a bunch of things happened, they arent important/are blurry...then came the period of time - actually until about ten minutes ago - in which i was convinced i had broken my cellular telephone, because it "dropped" like 10 times (youd think that wouldnt be an issue since israel created the damned things, but that would have cost me like a hundred bucks just to replace - and look at how fancy the phones theyve given us are) im not even sure they cary these in the us anywhere anymore (not even the real south) and the picture is of a nice one, mine certainly didnt come to me that new and fresh, its been in use since its release to the public in what 1998.
also it should be noted that when i say broke i mean that the 2s and 8s just werent working at all, and i only know that because i tried to drunk dial paul, and his phone number includes BOTH of my non functioning keys. then of course i tried to call other people, but it turns out every single phone number ever, or that i happen to have memorized (which is like 9) all have 2s and 8s in them. GREAT, so now what - talk to the people im with, i dont do that im a phone kinda gal. (im sure my parents {hi mommy} are actually thrilled with the temporary brokeness of the NOKIA, seeing as its 16 cents to call america, not that i wouldnt have obviously used my very alert sense of discretion for the lengths of those particular calls)
i did eventually make it back to my room - there were lots of things on the bed, some of them were quizically still there this morning
in conclusion, last night was fun - i bonded with my friends, i dont think anyone hates me....and sometimes you really do just need a bahafsakah...(now im going to sit in my room and review the infinitive by myself, because my break is over.
more later
Anne PE
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
ani lomedit ba-ulpan
back from Jerusalem after a well rested weekend, which im sure you all have already read about in my previous blog. today was pretty relaxed we had ulpan, sundays it starts two hours late at 10:15 so thats nice, today we somehow managed to cover the entire language and by tomorrow i think im supposed to have put together some sort of 25 minute lecture (im EXAGERATING!!!!) i bet you knew that though, but no seriously we are flying through this shit. i know more hebrew after a week and a day than i do for all four years of spanish i took back in amerika.
im really pleased with how much of the language im picking up, at least conversationally, reading and writing i need a fucking IEP, you know that thing you get that lets you have more time to take tests and shit. thats rather frustrating, i mean im obviously not used to being at the head of the class, but ive certainly never been the slowest at anything...whatever ill get over it (once ive a. mastered the entire language or b. given up in a dramatic fit in which i turn over one of the tables)
anyways after class today i spent about 3 hours trying to update this danged blog to make it look better, i didnt succeed; this does not mean i failed either...now there are GRAPHICS.
following that fascinating time we had a lecture (surprise) on our volunteer opportunites, basically they give us a list of things that Yael (our logistics coordinator/kickass israeli staff member) has put together for us to select from. as of right now it looks like ill probably spend one day a week hanging with the elderly, kicking it, talking some REAL jive - because old people know jive. then im hopefully going to be in Rahat, the biggest bedouin city, working with arab israeli high school students on their english so they can hopefully get into university here, seeing as its almost impossible for any child (especially of arab descent) to get into university from anywhere that isnt Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, Haifa - or the wealthy surrounding suburbs. if i get to do that it would be a dream, i am so legitemately fascinated with race and religion relations, especially when you add in the fact they all consider themselves israeli citizens...JUICY. aside from that i think ive decided to work in a soup kitchen, that once a week on tuesdays clears the place out of all the general public and cleans it up like a real restaraunt for less fortunate families with small children to come in for a safe family bonding dining experience. i heard we'd be acting as not only servers, but also coordinators in creating fun games and activities for the families to participate in.
so a small little israel factiod...most of what we are being asked to do is teach english, and its not as i know you were thinking, because english is fucking cool. its because all of the text books are in english and these children actually stand no chance at all to enter into higher education without being virtually fluent, in at least written english.
i havent decided yet if ill add a fourth day of volunteer work on yet, i know i need to focus on my studies, but i think the busier i keep myself the more ill accomplish (no brilliant break throughs there), if so ill either work with the kids around the mercaz klita (absorption center) we live in, or in an ethopian center.
another little factoid, when people ask if there are black jews, or why there is such a large ethiopian population in israel its because about thirty years ago one of the original 12 tribes of israel was found, that being the missing tribe of dan...and guess where they were discovered. through a few covert missions israel was able to bring these people back to the land of their origin, and while still some of them struggle to assimilate, its becoming easier...not to say that israel is perfect, but its a living breathing entity just like any other nation.
this is be'er sheva the city we live in
and this lovely bitch (the longest building in the middle east)is the mercaz klita ye'elim my HOME
im going to make premade pasta now!
regards,
Anne PE Alexander
im really pleased with how much of the language im picking up, at least conversationally, reading and writing i need a fucking IEP, you know that thing you get that lets you have more time to take tests and shit. thats rather frustrating, i mean im obviously not used to being at the head of the class, but ive certainly never been the slowest at anything...whatever ill get over it (once ive a. mastered the entire language or b. given up in a dramatic fit in which i turn over one of the tables)
anyways after class today i spent about 3 hours trying to update this danged blog to make it look better, i didnt succeed; this does not mean i failed either...now there are GRAPHICS.
following that fascinating time we had a lecture (surprise) on our volunteer opportunites, basically they give us a list of things that Yael (our logistics coordinator/kickass israeli staff member) has put together for us to select from. as of right now it looks like ill probably spend one day a week hanging with the elderly, kicking it, talking some REAL jive - because old people know jive. then im hopefully going to be in Rahat, the biggest bedouin city, working with arab israeli high school students on their english so they can hopefully get into university here, seeing as its almost impossible for any child (especially of arab descent) to get into university from anywhere that isnt Jerusalem, Tel Aviv, Haifa - or the wealthy surrounding suburbs. if i get to do that it would be a dream, i am so legitemately fascinated with race and religion relations, especially when you add in the fact they all consider themselves israeli citizens...JUICY. aside from that i think ive decided to work in a soup kitchen, that once a week on tuesdays clears the place out of all the general public and cleans it up like a real restaraunt for less fortunate families with small children to come in for a safe family bonding dining experience. i heard we'd be acting as not only servers, but also coordinators in creating fun games and activities for the families to participate in.
so a small little israel factiod...most of what we are being asked to do is teach english, and its not as i know you were thinking, because english is fucking cool. its because all of the text books are in english and these children actually stand no chance at all to enter into higher education without being virtually fluent, in at least written english.
i havent decided yet if ill add a fourth day of volunteer work on yet, i know i need to focus on my studies, but i think the busier i keep myself the more ill accomplish (no brilliant break throughs there), if so ill either work with the kids around the mercaz klita (absorption center) we live in, or in an ethopian center.
another little factoid, when people ask if there are black jews, or why there is such a large ethiopian population in israel its because about thirty years ago one of the original 12 tribes of israel was found, that being the missing tribe of dan...and guess where they were discovered. through a few covert missions israel was able to bring these people back to the land of their origin, and while still some of them struggle to assimilate, its becoming easier...not to say that israel is perfect, but its a living breathing entity just like any other nation.
this is be'er sheva the city we live in
and this lovely bitch (the longest building in the middle east)is the mercaz klita ye'elim my HOME
im going to make premade pasta now!
regards,
Anne PE Alexander
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Jerusalem of Gold
Israel Update, for those of you interested, or who had asked anything regarding syria/iran related questions....skip if you dont care about my safety.
so ok as i understand it north korea is in cahoots with syria to build nuclear weapons (of course allegedly) to move into lebanon to give to hezbollah, seeing as syria and israel have some sort of peace treaty, and syria is quite obviously hesitant to break UN sanctioned legislation to attack Israel. But since Lebanon is a. the only bordering country of israel that has no sort of peace agreement and b. the literal strong arm of syria's agression towards israel, they would then at worst have the nuclear capability to anihilate virtually the entire populace of israel, and at best be armed with new artillery to bomb the north again. earlier this month israeli fighter pilots broke into syrian airspace, under US backing on "a secret mission" which is suspected to be have been a strike against the alleged nuclear factories, but no one is really talking about that. to make matters worse iran is accusing israel of having nuclear capabilities itself, which although has never been confirmed or denied is relatively obvious that we do, and that its all one big card game everyone is playing, North Korea doesnt want any involvement in the media but secretly wants to hurt the united states by using syria as a pawn and the US using israel as a pawn, in turn syria is using lebanon so as to not have to face a world wide war caused by breaking UN legistlation and israel is playing by bluffing their hand, basically hoping that if people think we might have nuclear bombs they wont fuck with us, but if they are aware that we do all of these other countries will start pouring more funds into becoming nuclearly capabale as well. which basically creates a small portion of the world (i.e. the middle east) with enough explosives to end humanity (this is my obvioulsy extremely optimistic way of looking at this)
in my opinion boils down to israel being the crux of the worlds existence
if you didnt guess this is an Israeli Plane
anyways thats as informed as i am thus far, that and also at least two suicide bombers have been apprehended within the last week (one who was headed to the mall in my city). opperative word there is apprehended, so nothing happened.
but just so you worry a little less, the head of our program is getting all of her safety information for us via the Israeli intelligence, which if not the best is among the best intelligence in the world, so we are currently as safe as we possibly can be. i guess we will just see what happens from here
anyways as far as my weekend was concerned after the carnival (well hours after, actually like one in the morning) after sam {my roommate} and i read almost every single piece of imformation on top chef available to us, to include trying to figure out ways to set up private dining plans with brian at his san digeo oceanaire restaraunt, i finally packed *it should be noted that packing consisted of me taking the laundry i had just cleaned, adding 4 pairs of pants 3 pairs of sandals, two belts, every pair of underwear i own and about 35 shirts and zipping them together in a delightful little duffle my mother purchased me at JFK because she thought it would make a nice stuff sack (turns out we are both "idiots" - of course in quotes because we are both obviously above whatever the national, and presummably international standard level of intelligence is - because my sleeping bag obviously came with a stuff sack, it just happened to be rolled inside of it so we never saw it at first) well thank goodness because this opened up use of the duffle for me. im not sure i mentioned our sojourn to jerusalem was to be whatever clothes you wore that morning, clothing for if you opted to go to shul that evening, sleep clothes, again optional shul clothes and return bus ride home clothes. so ostensibly, if you were a good packer you could wear the same outfit there and back, the same outfit to shul both days (seeing as you want to wear white anyway and its almost weird, strike out almost, just is weird if you have like multiple all white outfits) and one outfit to sleep in. actually i could have packed all of this in my fucking satchel, but of course i packed damn near everything i own because thats how i fucking work, also because after being forced into watching curb for the first time i was tired and packing is bullshit. side note, 1, or perhaps even 2, points to leore - curb (y.e. of course) in fact does not suck ass, as a matter of fact it might almost kick ass...but i still give myself an infinite number of more points because i like arrested (d. duh) and she is really pretty hesitant about watching it, and thats dumb - seeing as its the best damned show that is (not) on tv.
(courtesy sol israel)http://www.flickr.com/photos/11828079@N07/
well we have certainly moved off track, so the point of this weekend was for us to experience yom kippur, the holiest day of the year for us judes (bordering on inappropriate to use german?) by bringing us to the holiest city . seemingly a flawless idea, only it occassionally appears that otzma really only does these things so that we are literally awake by 6 every morning and in lectures 9/10ths of the day. luckily these lectures werent too horrible. i genuinely enjoyed listening to a former orthodox jewish woman from the UK explain her newfound connection to nontraditional Judaism, in every sense of the word...and for the most part the discussion we held betwixt ourselves was decent. i of course thought most people were fucking dumb as shit, but i normally do so thats ok, i guess. then we had a kosher pizza brunch MMMmmmMMM good god kosher pizza is almost good, whatever that was a nice half hour we got to sit outside the gates of the jewish agency, moving on...the next speaker was an irish catholic from the 'burbs of philly (obviously he made aliyah) who has thrice converted to judaism, the last time to orthodoxy (although at his own admission "because i was tired of being told i cant be married or burried here", well cheers to a religion that actually thinks those are valid reasons) whos a professional commedian. He was relatively entertaining, but mostly he proved to me that you dont actually have to be that funny to make enough money doing comedy to support a family of four, and since im looking at spending my life alone in this field of work, that kind of money should be roughly enough for me to get through at least 2/3s of the year. lastly i went and listened to jared, our funky educator, speak on the connection between yom kippur and the actual fast of the whole day, again i enjoyed the text selections he made and his insight, everyone elses, perhaps i could have done without....luckily i was there to interject with the correct opinions (this is not an oxymoron, my opinions actually are factually correct - in the grey areas of interpretation and spirituality)
Following the educational parts of erev yom kippur we bused to the lovely ariel hotel, which is being bulldozed later this week (so as you can imagine they have kept that bitch in tip top shape) to eat our last meal before the fast. dinner at three o'clock what the fuck is this easter or christmas or whatever the fuck day that is yall eat all early...anyways, apparently they wanted the fast to start right then and there because this was legitmately the grossest shit ive ever eaten. anyone whos been on birthright knows what im talking about...but imagine that as your last meal before yom kippur, f that s...am i right (rhetorical, of course i am).
then those people who felt so inclined had the option of going to any shul within walking distance, i know a lot of people tried new ones, reform jews at orthodox shuls, vice a versa, and a couple people (i think maybe actually just adam) went straight to the kotel for the kol nidre service...i on the other hand tried to read the glass castle, i got about 22 pages in before i was "like, man what is it 530 already, lord am i tired", so then i tried to watch top chef on my ipod, but that bitch was so annoying to hold so i set it down, figuring i could just listen to it. i of course didnt even get through the quick fire challenge before i was asleep. oh but let me rewind so right after leore, nicole, nikki and a few others leave for shul i go to the bathroom, push the little lock button in whatever anyways when i leave the bathroom i guess i closed the door (obvious thought in my opinion) well no, of course i have now locked the door from the inside out and im like well fuck. this certainly was not in my plans for 26 hours of napping before i could eat again. anyways so i try all sorts of little tricks, they apparently didnt work, then i call the front desk...they apparently didnt care...then im like ok well ill just wait for beth to get back then this will all be solved. but of course no when i wake up at 1035 to crippling pangs in my uterus, becuase i have to pee so badly the door is obviously unlocking and its obviously leore, and im obviously like well fuck. so OF COURSE, OF COURSE the first thing she says is "wow, tonight was great i really felt connected...but man do i have to pee" so now i have to explain the whole situation, but OF COURSE im hit by a fit of giggles because this is the just the way things HAVE to happen. so then we have to go through a whole ordeal where i was forced to tell the man at the front desk what id done wrong, and sit in the room with the man while he fixed the door (he tried some of my tricks first, they didnt work OBVIOUSLY, but i didnt tell him that, he looked bothered by me as it was) anyways that was my yom kippur night (for those of you wondering the jewish calendar is lunar so all holidays start sundown one night and end sundown of the next, or appropriate one).
so yom kippur day i obviously slept in until about noon time, then i showered, which is one of the five things you arent supposed to do but fuck that, i mean im not eating for christs sake at least let me smell deec. then lauren, nikki and i hiked it to the kotel only about 900 miles away in the blazing sun, and of course we cant drink water...but hey this was my choice...i did feel like it would kind of be something i would look back on and go "oh ANNE" if i didnt do anything on yom kippur in fucking jerusalem, and seeing as this wall that i am standing at is the direct place that every jew around the worlds prayers are being directed to is a pretty unreal thought, unfortunately for me i dont like to try to wrap my mind around things like time (be it history or even time zones) nor do i like communal prayer in anyway. while some people thought that it was part of the beauty of a questioning religion like judaism that people werent all wearing white, that they were wearing day glo fucking crocs at the wall, that some woman had her screaming child, and that their prayers were so strong they werent distracted is something i really do admire...but its certainly not me...im an extremely extroverted introvert and thats about all there is to that. on a day that i am supposed to self reflect, how does singing in large groups or being surrounded by distractions make any sort of logical sense. maybe im just not spiritual enough (in a jewish sense of course, or perhaps more accurately religous sense) to push through the distractions to find god. after about 15 minutes there i walked back to the hotel and did just as much complaining about being tired, hungry and thirsty as everyone else, i hoped they wouldnt notice that theyd been out in the sun and in shul for 6 hours and id been out of bed for 45 minutes. of course i went straight back home to nap, slept until about 6, break fast was at 6:20 - i had some gross coffee and "cake" and then the break fast meal which was surprisingly worse than the before fast meal...actually the only difference was the pre fast meal was meat and the post was dairy...so i cant actually compare them. maybe they were equally as bad, i dont really know. all i do know is that hagim are for families, not for otzmankim and random groups of 18 year old brazillian jews, who act more israeli than any israeli ive met.
in conclusion i only have three days of ulpan this week before sukkot break, so im pretty fucking stoked...my friend lauren and i planned a hike from the galilee to the med over four days of the break, besides that musical festival in tiberias, vineyards, beachs in tel aviv, god who knows - but itll be fun.
this trip is going by so quickly, i really will be home before i know it (if i come, just kidding, im not planning on making aliyah...although apparently according to past trips about ten of us will stay for our size group)
no one really took pictures this weekend in accordancew with religious traditions so thats all for now
Anne PE Alexander
so ok as i understand it north korea is in cahoots with syria to build nuclear weapons (of course allegedly) to move into lebanon to give to hezbollah, seeing as syria and israel have some sort of peace treaty, and syria is quite obviously hesitant to break UN sanctioned legislation to attack Israel. But since Lebanon is a. the only bordering country of israel that has no sort of peace agreement and b. the literal strong arm of syria's agression towards israel, they would then at worst have the nuclear capability to anihilate virtually the entire populace of israel, and at best be armed with new artillery to bomb the north again. earlier this month israeli fighter pilots broke into syrian airspace, under US backing on "a secret mission" which is suspected to be have been a strike against the alleged nuclear factories, but no one is really talking about that. to make matters worse iran is accusing israel of having nuclear capabilities itself, which although has never been confirmed or denied is relatively obvious that we do, and that its all one big card game everyone is playing, North Korea doesnt want any involvement in the media but secretly wants to hurt the united states by using syria as a pawn and the US using israel as a pawn, in turn syria is using lebanon so as to not have to face a world wide war caused by breaking UN legistlation and israel is playing by bluffing their hand, basically hoping that if people think we might have nuclear bombs they wont fuck with us, but if they are aware that we do all of these other countries will start pouring more funds into becoming nuclearly capabale as well. which basically creates a small portion of the world (i.e. the middle east) with enough explosives to end humanity (this is my obvioulsy extremely optimistic way of looking at this)
in my opinion boils down to israel being the crux of the worlds existence
if you didnt guess this is an Israeli Plane
anyways thats as informed as i am thus far, that and also at least two suicide bombers have been apprehended within the last week (one who was headed to the mall in my city). opperative word there is apprehended, so nothing happened.
but just so you worry a little less, the head of our program is getting all of her safety information for us via the Israeli intelligence, which if not the best is among the best intelligence in the world, so we are currently as safe as we possibly can be. i guess we will just see what happens from here
anyways as far as my weekend was concerned after the carnival (well hours after, actually like one in the morning) after sam {my roommate} and i read almost every single piece of imformation on top chef available to us, to include trying to figure out ways to set up private dining plans with brian at his san digeo oceanaire restaraunt, i finally packed *it should be noted that packing consisted of me taking the laundry i had just cleaned, adding 4 pairs of pants 3 pairs of sandals, two belts, every pair of underwear i own and about 35 shirts and zipping them together in a delightful little duffle my mother purchased me at JFK because she thought it would make a nice stuff sack (turns out we are both "idiots" - of course in quotes because we are both obviously above whatever the national, and presummably international standard level of intelligence is - because my sleeping bag obviously came with a stuff sack, it just happened to be rolled inside of it so we never saw it at first) well thank goodness because this opened up use of the duffle for me. im not sure i mentioned our sojourn to jerusalem was to be whatever clothes you wore that morning, clothing for if you opted to go to shul that evening, sleep clothes, again optional shul clothes and return bus ride home clothes. so ostensibly, if you were a good packer you could wear the same outfit there and back, the same outfit to shul both days (seeing as you want to wear white anyway and its almost weird, strike out almost, just is weird if you have like multiple all white outfits) and one outfit to sleep in. actually i could have packed all of this in my fucking satchel, but of course i packed damn near everything i own because thats how i fucking work, also because after being forced into watching curb for the first time i was tired and packing is bullshit. side note, 1, or perhaps even 2, points to leore - curb (y.e. of course) in fact does not suck ass, as a matter of fact it might almost kick ass...but i still give myself an infinite number of more points because i like arrested (d. duh) and she is really pretty hesitant about watching it, and thats dumb - seeing as its the best damned show that is (not) on tv.
(courtesy sol israel)http://www.flickr.com/photos/11828079@N07/
well we have certainly moved off track, so the point of this weekend was for us to experience yom kippur, the holiest day of the year for us judes (bordering on inappropriate to use german?) by bringing us to the holiest city . seemingly a flawless idea, only it occassionally appears that otzma really only does these things so that we are literally awake by 6 every morning and in lectures 9/10ths of the day. luckily these lectures werent too horrible. i genuinely enjoyed listening to a former orthodox jewish woman from the UK explain her newfound connection to nontraditional Judaism, in every sense of the word...and for the most part the discussion we held betwixt ourselves was decent. i of course thought most people were fucking dumb as shit, but i normally do so thats ok, i guess. then we had a kosher pizza brunch MMMmmmMMM good god kosher pizza is almost good, whatever that was a nice half hour we got to sit outside the gates of the jewish agency, moving on...the next speaker was an irish catholic from the 'burbs of philly (obviously he made aliyah) who has thrice converted to judaism, the last time to orthodoxy (although at his own admission "because i was tired of being told i cant be married or burried here", well cheers to a religion that actually thinks those are valid reasons) whos a professional commedian. He was relatively entertaining, but mostly he proved to me that you dont actually have to be that funny to make enough money doing comedy to support a family of four, and since im looking at spending my life alone in this field of work, that kind of money should be roughly enough for me to get through at least 2/3s of the year. lastly i went and listened to jared, our funky educator, speak on the connection between yom kippur and the actual fast of the whole day, again i enjoyed the text selections he made and his insight, everyone elses, perhaps i could have done without....luckily i was there to interject with the correct opinions (this is not an oxymoron, my opinions actually are factually correct - in the grey areas of interpretation and spirituality)
Following the educational parts of erev yom kippur we bused to the lovely ariel hotel, which is being bulldozed later this week (so as you can imagine they have kept that bitch in tip top shape) to eat our last meal before the fast. dinner at three o'clock what the fuck is this easter or christmas or whatever the fuck day that is yall eat all early...anyways, apparently they wanted the fast to start right then and there because this was legitmately the grossest shit ive ever eaten. anyone whos been on birthright knows what im talking about...but imagine that as your last meal before yom kippur, f that s...am i right (rhetorical, of course i am).
then those people who felt so inclined had the option of going to any shul within walking distance, i know a lot of people tried new ones, reform jews at orthodox shuls, vice a versa, and a couple people (i think maybe actually just adam) went straight to the kotel for the kol nidre service...i on the other hand tried to read the glass castle, i got about 22 pages in before i was "like, man what is it 530 already, lord am i tired", so then i tried to watch top chef on my ipod, but that bitch was so annoying to hold so i set it down, figuring i could just listen to it. i of course didnt even get through the quick fire challenge before i was asleep. oh but let me rewind so right after leore, nicole, nikki and a few others leave for shul i go to the bathroom, push the little lock button in whatever anyways when i leave the bathroom i guess i closed the door (obvious thought in my opinion) well no, of course i have now locked the door from the inside out and im like well fuck. this certainly was not in my plans for 26 hours of napping before i could eat again. anyways so i try all sorts of little tricks, they apparently didnt work, then i call the front desk...they apparently didnt care...then im like ok well ill just wait for beth to get back then this will all be solved. but of course no when i wake up at 1035 to crippling pangs in my uterus, becuase i have to pee so badly the door is obviously unlocking and its obviously leore, and im obviously like well fuck. so OF COURSE, OF COURSE the first thing she says is "wow, tonight was great i really felt connected...but man do i have to pee" so now i have to explain the whole situation, but OF COURSE im hit by a fit of giggles because this is the just the way things HAVE to happen. so then we have to go through a whole ordeal where i was forced to tell the man at the front desk what id done wrong, and sit in the room with the man while he fixed the door (he tried some of my tricks first, they didnt work OBVIOUSLY, but i didnt tell him that, he looked bothered by me as it was) anyways that was my yom kippur night (for those of you wondering the jewish calendar is lunar so all holidays start sundown one night and end sundown of the next, or appropriate one).
so yom kippur day i obviously slept in until about noon time, then i showered, which is one of the five things you arent supposed to do but fuck that, i mean im not eating for christs sake at least let me smell deec. then lauren, nikki and i hiked it to the kotel only about 900 miles away in the blazing sun, and of course we cant drink water...but hey this was my choice...i did feel like it would kind of be something i would look back on and go "oh ANNE" if i didnt do anything on yom kippur in fucking jerusalem, and seeing as this wall that i am standing at is the direct place that every jew around the worlds prayers are being directed to is a pretty unreal thought, unfortunately for me i dont like to try to wrap my mind around things like time (be it history or even time zones) nor do i like communal prayer in anyway. while some people thought that it was part of the beauty of a questioning religion like judaism that people werent all wearing white, that they were wearing day glo fucking crocs at the wall, that some woman had her screaming child, and that their prayers were so strong they werent distracted is something i really do admire...but its certainly not me...im an extremely extroverted introvert and thats about all there is to that. on a day that i am supposed to self reflect, how does singing in large groups or being surrounded by distractions make any sort of logical sense. maybe im just not spiritual enough (in a jewish sense of course, or perhaps more accurately religous sense) to push through the distractions to find god. after about 15 minutes there i walked back to the hotel and did just as much complaining about being tired, hungry and thirsty as everyone else, i hoped they wouldnt notice that theyd been out in the sun and in shul for 6 hours and id been out of bed for 45 minutes. of course i went straight back home to nap, slept until about 6, break fast was at 6:20 - i had some gross coffee and "cake" and then the break fast meal which was surprisingly worse than the before fast meal...actually the only difference was the pre fast meal was meat and the post was dairy...so i cant actually compare them. maybe they were equally as bad, i dont really know. all i do know is that hagim are for families, not for otzmankim and random groups of 18 year old brazillian jews, who act more israeli than any israeli ive met.
in conclusion i only have three days of ulpan this week before sukkot break, so im pretty fucking stoked...my friend lauren and i planned a hike from the galilee to the med over four days of the break, besides that musical festival in tiberias, vineyards, beachs in tel aviv, god who knows - but itll be fun.
this trip is going by so quickly, i really will be home before i know it (if i come, just kidding, im not planning on making aliyah...although apparently according to past trips about ten of us will stay for our size group)
no one really took pictures this weekend in accordancew with religious traditions so thats all for now
Anne PE Alexander
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Oh, Israel...
welcome to Israel
thats right it says "parking camel"
So my first official blog, it's coming a little later than I had hoped it would...but apparently it takes threeish weeks to get 47 people organized enough to get internet. Not that our internet currently works too horribly well but that is beside the point.
anyways so ive decided to keep as irreverent and yet still factual account of my time here in israel as possible. seeing as its been so long since the beginning of the trip i know im going miss out on a bunch of facts but ill rememeber what i can.
the trip started with a much delayed flight into tel aviv, which resulted in a much delayed arrival to jerusalem...which meant like some ungodly hour shehechianu that we said all together at Kiryat Moriah (where all of my mail SHOULD be going to, ahem. We stayed there for a couple of days to acclimate, before we left on tiyul. or more acurately 6 hour hikes in the negev desert in heat im relatively sure it was illegal to have us out in.
the group on the Nachal Tamar hike (courtesy Sol Israel)
Followed by a stay at Mamshit Camel Ranch...sound vaguely familiar, thats because its the same fake israeli run, permant structured, electrically rigged arab, nomadic encampment birthright took me to in June. not that i didnt love hearing all of the same speaches for a second time, or the timeless musical sounds of the coffee grinder (which actually is really cool im just being whiny because its easier), we also got the distinct pleasure of riding camels yet again which is potentially the worst thing ever, not that going in a circle on a gross smelling animal that defecates on itself every 30 seconds isnt fascinating but once would probably have been good enough to last a lifetime, that and the fact that they jostle both the male and female genitalia in ways I had previously thought impossible.
lauren and our madrakah jenny aboard the camels
feasting Mamshit style
(please keep in mind I am the embodiment of eternal cynicsm, but I'm a bleeding heart optimist and while I complain it's mostly because that's the only way I know how to talk...to date I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute of this trip *the exception to that being this ridiculous lecture about education in Israel in which I almost attempted to insert my key into my temple)
Anywho after tiyul we did the obligatory trip to the Dead Sea, which admitedly is an amazing experience if you've never been, and then spent Shabbat in Jerusalem just relaxing. That following Monday we moved into our GORGEOUS apartments (side note gorgeous in this context means heinous) so we live in Be'er Sheva, for those of you who don't already have a map of Israel ingrained in your minds, this is the middle of the Negev Desert...it's fucking hot here, we don't have a/c. You do that math. I think the square footage is smaller than my freshman dorm and thats including the "dining room", kitchen and bathroom. I live with four other young ladies, all of whom have proved not to be blithering idiots so I'm relatively thrilled about that.
The following day we went to Dimona to help build student apartments, for a tuition break the students who help build these homes get to live in them as long as they do something like 10 hours of community service a week (or at least thats what I understood of the program, and I'm always paying vigilant attention). The day after that was Table-to-Table, a non-prof which gives fruits and vegetables to the overwhelming poor population here in Israel, so we got to pick onion in the hot sun for hours on end, which actually was probably the most rewarding thing I've done, it was something in which I could tangibly see how what I was doing affected a peoples. Immediately following the onion picking was our first trip to the Med Sea, apparently I don't hate swimming - I will however still die a water related death, as I have long suspected. From there a large group of us went to Tel Aviv for the weekend, you know to unwind...aka drinking, beaching, clubbing, shopping, all of the obligatory touristy things.
(courtesy sol israel)
It was of course amazing, the artist market was beautiful, and to bring in Shabbaz we watched a drum circle on the beach, while crazy Israeli's (and Stephanie) played with fire.
stephanie and that damned fire
Upon our return to hell (Be'er Sheva) which surprisingly the accomodations seemed luxurious after MoMos hostel, which actually IS hell, we had an ulpan test...obviously since I've basically never seen the Hebrew language I was placed in kita alef, which apparently means class a, not so shocking.
dorm style accomodations, minus A/C
obviously the shower at the hostel OF COURSE
anywho from there we just had some free time until wednesday, 1 am where we loaded the bus for Jerusalem and then had a 2:30am educational session with Jared, our "funky educator" about Rosh Hoshana - look up Hebrew words you don't know, what am I your mother? This lecture was conviniently followed by a 4 hour tour of religious neighborhoods in Jerusalem so we could watch different minyans doing their slichot prayers/aka a bunch of secular tourists peering into religious peoples homes and shuls at like 5 in the morning. Then but only because it was a good idea we met our adoptive families, random Israeli's we were placed with to spend Rosh Hoshana. Mine happened to be 2 gen -xer's about 32, she spoke some english, he apparently didnt think that was necessary for hosting an American he knew didnt speak any Hebrew. Point being I didnt talk for 4 days, but they were needlessy sweet and kind, and inexplicably had a horse (this of course was not their original horse, that one was of course stolen by the arabs {apparently all of them, and apparently for some sort of wedding ritual}) in the backyard which I rode to the JFK memorial located about 20 minutes outsides of Jerusalem to see the tree Jackie Onassis obviously planted, obvious stuff.
a horse, if its unclear to you this is in fact NOT their horse sue
So again after returning to our new homes we started ulpan this week and have already had our first exam...would you believe that I can already read and write in Hebrew, granted we do have 5 hours of class a day. Besdies that we've just had constant lectures and meetings (I now know the entire history of the Israeli Palestinian conflict), and today we put together a carnival for all of the children. It was much more rewarding than I would have thought seeing as how I generally find that I hate children, and it is interesting to have to try to explain a relatively simple game to a child who speaks no English and you certainly dont speak any Russian or Hindi, so you both use your broken common denominator of Hebrew. Tomorrow morning we leave for Jerusalem again for Yom Kippur this weekend.
carnival fun!!!! (i got my nosed {af ba evreet that means nose in hebrew in hebrew} if you couldnt tell)
both courtesy of sol israel
http://www.flickr.com/photos/11828079@N07/
Other than that I think i should include the fact that there was an attempted bombing on the mall here in Be'er Sheva last Wedensday, a memeber of Hamas was apprehended making his way through the desert strapped with explosives...so I guess in closing what I'm doing is real and I finally had that wow moment, I live in the middle east and I am a Jew and there are certain undeniable and unpleasant facts that go along with that.
(again to sol israel for the photo)
even more pleasant than that is the fact that right outside the US embassy in Tel Aviv is this lovely graffiti, while ive yet to hear any israelis have anything other than positive things to say about our being here there certainly is no denying being american in other countries in and of itself isnt always the best thing either. That being said, this is home *for now* and I am in it for the long run.
More later
Anne
***egregious spelling mistakes are obvioulsy purposeful (aka blogger doesnt have spellcheck, and I am virtually incapable of spelling anything correctly)
thats right it says "parking camel"
So my first official blog, it's coming a little later than I had hoped it would...but apparently it takes threeish weeks to get 47 people organized enough to get internet. Not that our internet currently works too horribly well but that is beside the point.
anyways so ive decided to keep as irreverent and yet still factual account of my time here in israel as possible. seeing as its been so long since the beginning of the trip i know im going miss out on a bunch of facts but ill rememeber what i can.
the trip started with a much delayed flight into tel aviv, which resulted in a much delayed arrival to jerusalem...which meant like some ungodly hour shehechianu that we said all together at Kiryat Moriah (where all of my mail SHOULD be going to, ahem. We stayed there for a couple of days to acclimate, before we left on tiyul. or more acurately 6 hour hikes in the negev desert in heat im relatively sure it was illegal to have us out in.
the group on the Nachal Tamar hike (courtesy Sol Israel)
Followed by a stay at Mamshit Camel Ranch...sound vaguely familiar, thats because its the same fake israeli run, permant structured, electrically rigged arab, nomadic encampment birthright took me to in June. not that i didnt love hearing all of the same speaches for a second time, or the timeless musical sounds of the coffee grinder (which actually is really cool im just being whiny because its easier), we also got the distinct pleasure of riding camels yet again which is potentially the worst thing ever, not that going in a circle on a gross smelling animal that defecates on itself every 30 seconds isnt fascinating but once would probably have been good enough to last a lifetime, that and the fact that they jostle both the male and female genitalia in ways I had previously thought impossible.
lauren and our madrakah jenny aboard the camels
feasting Mamshit style
(please keep in mind I am the embodiment of eternal cynicsm, but I'm a bleeding heart optimist and while I complain it's mostly because that's the only way I know how to talk...to date I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute of this trip *the exception to that being this ridiculous lecture about education in Israel in which I almost attempted to insert my key into my temple)
Anywho after tiyul we did the obligatory trip to the Dead Sea, which admitedly is an amazing experience if you've never been, and then spent Shabbat in Jerusalem just relaxing. That following Monday we moved into our GORGEOUS apartments (side note gorgeous in this context means heinous) so we live in Be'er Sheva, for those of you who don't already have a map of Israel ingrained in your minds, this is the middle of the Negev Desert...it's fucking hot here, we don't have a/c. You do that math. I think the square footage is smaller than my freshman dorm and thats including the "dining room", kitchen and bathroom. I live with four other young ladies, all of whom have proved not to be blithering idiots so I'm relatively thrilled about that.
The following day we went to Dimona to help build student apartments, for a tuition break the students who help build these homes get to live in them as long as they do something like 10 hours of community service a week (or at least thats what I understood of the program, and I'm always paying vigilant attention). The day after that was Table-to-Table, a non-prof which gives fruits and vegetables to the overwhelming poor population here in Israel, so we got to pick onion in the hot sun for hours on end, which actually was probably the most rewarding thing I've done, it was something in which I could tangibly see how what I was doing affected a peoples. Immediately following the onion picking was our first trip to the Med Sea, apparently I don't hate swimming - I will however still die a water related death, as I have long suspected. From there a large group of us went to Tel Aviv for the weekend, you know to unwind...aka drinking, beaching, clubbing, shopping, all of the obligatory touristy things.
(courtesy sol israel)
It was of course amazing, the artist market was beautiful, and to bring in Shabbaz we watched a drum circle on the beach, while crazy Israeli's (and Stephanie) played with fire.
stephanie and that damned fire
Upon our return to hell (Be'er Sheva) which surprisingly the accomodations seemed luxurious after MoMos hostel, which actually IS hell, we had an ulpan test...obviously since I've basically never seen the Hebrew language I was placed in kita alef, which apparently means class a, not so shocking.
dorm style accomodations, minus A/C
obviously the shower at the hostel OF COURSE
anywho from there we just had some free time until wednesday, 1 am where we loaded the bus for Jerusalem and then had a 2:30am educational session with Jared, our "funky educator" about Rosh Hoshana - look up Hebrew words you don't know, what am I your mother? This lecture was conviniently followed by a 4 hour tour of religious neighborhoods in Jerusalem so we could watch different minyans doing their slichot prayers/aka a bunch of secular tourists peering into religious peoples homes and shuls at like 5 in the morning. Then but only because it was a good idea we met our adoptive families, random Israeli's we were placed with to spend Rosh Hoshana. Mine happened to be 2 gen -xer's about 32, she spoke some english, he apparently didnt think that was necessary for hosting an American he knew didnt speak any Hebrew. Point being I didnt talk for 4 days, but they were needlessy sweet and kind, and inexplicably had a horse (this of course was not their original horse, that one was of course stolen by the arabs {apparently all of them, and apparently for some sort of wedding ritual}) in the backyard which I rode to the JFK memorial located about 20 minutes outsides of Jerusalem to see the tree Jackie Onassis obviously planted, obvious stuff.
a horse, if its unclear to you this is in fact NOT their horse sue
So again after returning to our new homes we started ulpan this week and have already had our first exam...would you believe that I can already read and write in Hebrew, granted we do have 5 hours of class a day. Besdies that we've just had constant lectures and meetings (I now know the entire history of the Israeli Palestinian conflict), and today we put together a carnival for all of the children. It was much more rewarding than I would have thought seeing as how I generally find that I hate children, and it is interesting to have to try to explain a relatively simple game to a child who speaks no English and you certainly dont speak any Russian or Hindi, so you both use your broken common denominator of Hebrew. Tomorrow morning we leave for Jerusalem again for Yom Kippur this weekend.
carnival fun!!!! (i got my nosed {af ba evreet that means nose in hebrew in hebrew} if you couldnt tell)
both courtesy of sol israel
http://www.flickr.com/photos/11828079@N07/
Other than that I think i should include the fact that there was an attempted bombing on the mall here in Be'er Sheva last Wedensday, a memeber of Hamas was apprehended making his way through the desert strapped with explosives...so I guess in closing what I'm doing is real and I finally had that wow moment, I live in the middle east and I am a Jew and there are certain undeniable and unpleasant facts that go along with that.
(again to sol israel for the photo)
even more pleasant than that is the fact that right outside the US embassy in Tel Aviv is this lovely graffiti, while ive yet to hear any israelis have anything other than positive things to say about our being here there certainly is no denying being american in other countries in and of itself isnt always the best thing either. That being said, this is home *for now* and I am in it for the long run.
More later
Anne
***egregious spelling mistakes are obvioulsy purposeful (aka blogger doesnt have spellcheck, and I am virtually incapable of spelling anything correctly)
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