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...

Rock!

Lately I've gotten back to rock music.
It's not that I left it forgotten and buried away,
it's just that I started getting interested in Jazz, funk, soul and even went into the darkside of industrial and electronic music.
So I began listening to all of my "old bands", youth favorites and teenage loves- you know the ones:
Rush, Led Zeppelin, Queensryche, Allman Brothers, Extreme, Guns...
I even returned to my "black" period - Opeth, Testament...

And while listening, as I was dusting off old CD covers and forgotten vinyls, different memories and feelings came back to me.

It all made me feel.. well, actually very good! :)
Like time really doesn't matter.
I'm still that school boy with a walkman and big earphones,
listening to my music like there is no tomorrow.

Now I know not many people find this page, as it is maybe too personal and less appealing for the average web-surfer, but I'll try this nonetheless:

Post a comment with your favourite\loved\nostalgic youth band.
Lets see what we'll get! :)

Guy with black Glasses

Smiling is Important.

Burton

Tim Burton is one of my favorite directors.
His style is just, well.. so unique and..
That's just the thing with real artists -
you can't really define their style -becuase it is so unique.
They are those who really create,
re-defining their field, the whole game.

Here's for you, Tim!

ciGuy

ciGuy posing for me!
Fun!


Gods of Metal 2007,
Milano, Italy.

Guns N' Poses

Two weeks ago me and two good friends of mine flew to Milano, Italy, for the Gods Of Metal festival.
It was my first time (as an adult) in a true rock festival.
I had the time of my life.
So many beutiful people, true rockers, true music lovers/ and
So many glam rockers, just as if the 80's never went away/ ohh
I love it!

The Trees

The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade.

Rush, The Trees.
Hemispheres (1978)

Vespa

 

Fire leftovers

We had a house fire a week ago.
The flames and smoke left the house charred black,
but in a special, kind of beautiful way.

Holy Mount Zion

Invincible.

A day's rest

Communication Breakdown

Walk A path

We all must walk a certain path, or maybe some, so we won't get lost.
But what happens when you're not certain of the certain path you have to walk?
What happens when you alrady are lost, and can't find any certain paths?

Who ever said we must walk a certain path?
Can't we just keep walking?

I get the feeling it's getting harder and herder to just keep walking.
But I don't want to choose a path.
I just want to walk everywhere I can..

Unveiling A Kiss

Devil went down to Tel-Aviv

Dizengoff Square, Tel-Aviv.

Lately I'm a bit short for words.

Cavatina

"I'm free!"

John Inman, 1935-2007, R.I.P.

It's sad when someone you know dies.
It's sadder if it's someone you love, appreciate or respect.

But it's different when someone you always thought of as invincible dies.
I only knew John from his marvelous character Mr. Humphries in the British sit-com "are You Being Served?"' which was the funniest show for me when I was a young boy. I absolutely loved that show and all the characters in it.
Last few years, I caught an episode or two just zapping trough and trough, and it amazed me how that humor was still appealing for me- I was that little boy once again, sitting in our living room trying to catch all those funny English phrases so I can repeat them in front of my friends, unsure why Mr Humphries acts so weird, praying Mrs. Slocombe starts fighting with Captain Peacock.
That's invincibility.
And I suppose for an actor, a comedian, that kind of invincibility actually means heaven.

Migration

Kefar Youval, 10:07 am.
Watching the Cranes migrate to the northern lands was an am zing experience.
Hundreds of them flew over our heads, making such a loud commotion, flying away with such ease.

Upcoming spring

Golan Heights, 16:55.
This time of year, the Golan Heights are the most beautiful place to be.
Everything is green - one might think he's in Ireland - the air is clean, filled with the unique aroma of spring, and the skies are so blue - they make the clouds seem like little insults, specks of dirt.