Dry Skin

Beards are cool!

I'm working on a little vizualization of men with beards and moustaches.

Soon to be finished, I hope.

I think beards are more interesting than fashion.

Yup.

Super Powers

When I was a child I always told myself that If I'll be granted with 3 wishes, I would ask to have the ability to fly, to become invisible and indestructable.

Today I guess my three wishes would be different. Or maybe not.

I still want to fly.

I still want to be indestuctable.

I might ask for world peace instead of invisibility.

I sure need some super powers to finish my home-work right now...

Didn't feel like it

I didn't feel like posting anything lately..
It's a big No-No in the world of blogging, but hey-
Who really cares? It's not like thousands of visitors stop by here everyday.

For those of you who do bother - I love you.

So after a long brake (hopefully) will come productive times.

What I've been upto lately:

Listening to music, alot.

Studying - hard to breath, soon over.

Not taking any photographs - see "Studying".

Loosing my sight - need glasses soon.

Losing my hair - won't be needing shampoo soon.

Running - 11km last Saturday, success!

Loving my girlfriend - such comfort.

Working - need money for nothing.

Neglecting my virtual life - not missing it too much/ Thanx Facebook!

rest my head

Time to rest my head, and let time do his thing.

saba

My grandpa died yesterday.

My mom came to visit him at the old folks' home two weeks ago, and for the whole time she was there he refused to recognize her.
"I don't know you! Who are you? You're Pulling my leg- You're not Genya!"
She got really pissed off and was about to leave, when he signalled her with his finger to come close to him, then he whispered to her:
"Fooled you didn't I?"

That was the man he was.

When I turned 18 I really disliked the man, for how he treated my grandma.
I did not speak to him nor come visit him at the home.

A couple of years ago I went to visit him; He was half the man I remembered.
Old and confused.
Since then I visited him a number of times. The last time I saw him he didn't recognize me. Or maybe he did.

For me he was the man who is always there.
He survived the Holocaust, he survived cancer, he is still playing his accordion.
He is my grandpa, and I love him.

evo x

Man, religion really pisses me off sometimes.

muddy blues

That's it.
Summer vacation is officially over.
From tomorrow it's back to college, back to homework.

It was a good summer tough. I really had lots of fun.
This picture, for example, was taken in the Dead Sea - it was my first time there. And I really liked it! So I travelled a lot, I saw life, I saw death... I've learned a lot.
Funny, I've actually learned more during those last couple of months than I did the whole previous year in college.

Have fun everyone!

Oh, and Cher - here's another adorable one for you! :)

Yemen

Teimanya Festival, Rosh Ha-Ain.
Celebrating the colture and life of the Yemenites.

Was interesting, to say the least;

Food, drink, music, dance, way of speak, accent, fashion, religion.

Sukkot pt. 2

Quite a nice holiday, Sukkot is.
Lotsa food.
Pomegranates.
Nice weather.
Last holiday before this year kicks into high gear.

Sukkot pt.1

am I a patriot?

I really don't know. I just love my country because of what it stands for and for the reasons it was created/established.
And it was a nice feeling holding and waving the national flag during the recent Davis Tournament (Tennis...:) ).
Israel won, by the way, 3-1 over Chile. :)

Slowly

Today was a slow day.

How exciting is that?! :)

Quite a lot if you ask me...

as life flows by

For some reason, life has decided to keep poking me in the stomach.

This post is in memory of Adi Na'eem and his newly wedded wife Rotem,
Who died earlier this week a plane crash in Thailand.

They got married two weeks ago, and flew to their dream-honeymoon in Poket, Thailand, Along with newly-wed friends Tzhachi and Hofit, who had been married for five months.

But apparently life had other plans for the two young, loving couples.
Their plane crashed during landing.

Both couples died, each holding his/her beloved.

Last time I spoke with Adi was 10 years ago.
He was my classmate.
We weren't the best of friends or anything,
but he always seemed to me as a good, honest soul,
always kind and friendly.

That's why, apart from the horrible tragedy of this story, I'm sad to my bones.

And I'm sad that I can't find any meaning for this horrible death.

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Tomorrow I'm going to watch a tennis games between the teams of Israel and Chile.
Life keeps on flowing.

All things happening

I really like this picture I took last year in Eilat, because there are so many things happening there - every time I look at it I notice something new, something I never saw before (Or saw it and completely forgot about it! :))

And it's amazing how life manages to surprise us regularly:

Everything happens all at once, an explosion of events and happenings that's always new and unfamiliar, constantly demanding your attention, and never forgiving for lack of focus or for apathy.

In the past two weeks I started learning how to dance between death and life, joy and sorrow,

pain and pleasure .

I guess by the time I'm 80 I'll be a top dancer.

How unfortunate that most likely by then I will brake both of my hips.

Life

I was going to talk about death again...
But today I was at a funeral.
And suddenly death seemed very irrelevant.

So I went trough my photographs and found this one -
from a home for the handicapped , where my lovely Rona used to work.

Whenever I went there to visit her working, I couldn't help but thinking:
"My god! What kind of life could this people have??"

But now I understand it all. I've stopped looking for the meaning of life.
Whatever it is - I'm fulfilling it by living.

Barely Alive, But Still Breathing

There's a death sentence hanging over my head.

I'm not talking about the usual "killed in a car accident", "death by lightning" kind of death.

I'm going to die because of where I live, because of who I am.

I'm From Israel. I'm Jewish.

The whole world knows I'm gonna die. They even know the date.

They might even have the ability to save me from dying.

I guess that after the first atom bomb explodes here, you will get to see that ability "in action".

I won't.

I'll be dead because one man wants me dead.

I'll be dead because the whole world couldn't stop one man.

Or wouldn't.

I'll be dead because we've let religion tell us what to do, who to kill.

I'll be dead because I have to die, in order for this world to live.

I feel like shit.

Strike

This is the face of my country right now.

And we are so busy hiding our faces that we forget no one is actually watching.

Can't wait

This is the last week of the semester.
I'm so busy with my two last assignments for this year It seems like my days have only 2 hours, 1 of them is for sleeping...

Ohhh come Sunday,
Monday for beach and sun,
Tuesday for sleeping.
Wednesday... well Wednesday is a whole new ball game...