Just busy. End of semester, stuff at work, Thanksgiving, etc. Too busy to concentrate on longform blogging. And novel writing
But I’ve been on Facebook. And Twitter. And Instagram.
Check me out there. In a couple of weeks I’ll be back among the living.
On Sunday morning, I turned on Galei Tzahal, as I’ve been doing every morning for the past week, and lay in bed, listening to the news in Hebrew with my eyes closed and a hand over my face. The news lately has been followed by the kind of music you usually hear in Israel during emergency situations. Every couple of minutes, the song faded out and a woman’s voice announced calmly, “Tzeva adom, b’Tel Aviv, b’Yad Mordechai, b’ Ashdod,” meaning the red alert that gives you however many seconds to get to a bomb shelter was active, meaning that Hamas was firing rockets into Israel as I was listening to the radio.
This is what socialized healthcare does to people. The Scandinavians are SO HEALTHY that they are bored living in the paradise that is Scandinavia and decide to cause themselves bodily harm in Siberia. Tally ho, boys!
SIBERIA TEACHES – trailer from Coldfocus Productions on Vimeo.
- The hater’s guide to the Williams-Sonoma catalog (catalogue?)
- Channel B
- Israel, hip-hop nation (podcast) (by the way, Liel is 100% wrong. Subliminal 4eva)
- “Living with a computer“, from 1982
- Mike Sui, a guy from Wisconsin who’s China’s biggest viral star
- Shortening the workday in Cairo
- God reading this makes me feel so guilty that I’m not done
- Girl reading
- Plus-size fashion bloggers
- “My buddy used to work in construction, but is now following his passion making cakes.“
While Mr. B and I were in New Orleans, it was cold. Super-cold. Cold enough that we hadn’t planned for it. Isn’t the South always supposed to be perma-warm like that spot on the floor that always gets the sun?
Long story short, we had to buy clothes on vacation.
First things first. Oh, the irony:
Then, for five seconds, this was an option:
Until I realized I had become every woman I see at the Russian store. And I became terrified.
Why do Russian women love fur? What is it that brings out the fur coats, the fur collars, the leather? And why do American women hate them?
I’m guessing it has something to do with this:
Although I’m too lazy to research. So I’m crowd-sourcing.
Also, I did find this: