February 2012
2 posts
Stop the madness!
I will not pull my iPhone out every time I step into an elevator.
I will not check Facebook before I check my email
I will do my best to simply enjoy things, accepting that some people will go through life without knowing about it
I will sit in a restaurant with my phone in my pocket, and not on the table
I will not go to Facebook immediately after writing this to make sure it was shared.
Just another Love-is thingy
Love is such a slippery thing
You have it
You don’t have it
You think you have it
You think you don’t
You feel you once had it
You wonder if it was all a lie
You kneel to pick it up again
And bump the back of your head against the self
And it slips again.
I think it’s gone now.
October 2011
1 post
I was there
I don’t remember it now just remember remembering I was there There are days you forget this pain you thought would kill you There are days i cannot stand, or sit, or lie down There are days I cannot lie But I really was there I know every second since
Every second since is burned into my cells I was there when the world was created i was there when god was invented
I am still here now. ...
September 2011
1 post
“I came to this weird realization, reading about what’s going on in Africa and...”
– Patton Oswalt, interviewed in The Onion A.V. Club (via sarahspy)
March 2011
1 post
Round and Round it goes.
for 30 years the Israeli government ignored the existence of another people between the armistice line and the Jordan river. Then came the Intifada, hundreds died. The Israeli government dragged its feet to Oslo. Then years passed, and a relative quiet allowed the Israelis to build more settlements and triple the Jewish population in the occupied territories. Another Intifada begun, even more...
February 2011
2 posts
A matter of life and death - A short story
I think I died and gone to heaven. How else can you explain all these gorgeous women everywhere? It could, however, be that I died and just stayed here, in Manhattan. The giveaway is of course women’s total lack of interest. They look through me, as if I am transparent, which is a characteristic of ghosts, so I’ve heard. No matter how intently I stare at them they would not budge. If...
Eyal's take on Frankies Spuntino's Tomato Sauce
Frankies Spuntino’s very useful tomato sauce, a little milder.
1 cup olive oil
10 cloves garlic
4 cans of Italian tomatoes
pinch of chilli flakes
1 tsps fine sea salt
Put oil and garlic into a large deep saucepan and cook over a medium-low heat for about 10 minutes, giving the odd stir, until he garlic is deep golden with streaks of brown, and fragrant. If it starts to smell bitter or is...
May 2010
1 post
Pocket
He fumbled about his jacket pocket inquisitively raising his eyes and fixing them on an undefined spot in the sky as to not take his focus off his busy fingers. There was a big hole in the pocket which he knew very well, and through the hole he could reach into his jacket’s lining which was in itself a huge pocket filled with lost treasures. He felt some wheat puffs he bought a few months ago; and...
February 2010
1 post
One thing you can’t hide is when you’re crippled...
It was a mildly sunny day not unlike this one when he was walking to his class right on time, looking around and thinking different thoughts when this one thought, about him being alone and all came to mind; this one ought to be just right, the thought thought to himself, this one was leaning against her BFF in this unconcerned confidence that was casual but graceful though many years later he...
January 2010
1 post
