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    August 31

    Israeli hip-hop--controversial like everything else here

    So, i haven't really gotten into the music scene while i have been here. Which is my loss...honestly. Yesterday i went CD shopping for a friend.  The chick at the CD store was great and hooked me up with some pretty great stuff...here are some profile stuff on one of the CDs i picked up...Subliminal has been called the Israeli Eminem among other less polite things...
     

    Israeli Rapper Takes U.S.

    Subliminal kicks off tour, kicks up controversy

    LOOLWA KHAZZOOM

    Israeli rapper Subliminal makes his U.S. debut tonight in Los Angeles, but his presence has already been felt around the world. Known as a right-wing Zionist, the hip-hop star -- whose latest album went gold on its first day in stores and who will team with Wyclef Jean, Ashanti and Miri Ben-Ari for his next one -- has incited demonstrations from France to Canada...

    A number of Subliminal's lyrics are in Arabic -- not only making his words more accessible to communities across the globe, but also reflecting his Middle Eastern heritage. His being the son of Jewish refugees is at the core of his hard-line politics. "My mother is from Mashad, Iran, where every Jewish girl was married by the age of seven, because if a Muslim asked for the girl's hand and you said no, they would kill you," he says. "In Tunisia, my father grew up with his family locking all the doors and windows whenever performing a Jewish ceremony -- out of fear of attacks." Both parents, he says, "ran for their lives" to Israel, where they spent decades recovering from the persecution they had faced...

    Subliminal blames the controversy on bad press -- not so much about him, but his people. "The international media makes us look like blood-eating, Arab kid-killing monsters," he says. "You want to know what's real? Listen to my lyrics, and you can find out."

    Those lyrics have actually earned him accolades from a number of Arab hip-hop artists, some of whom have even asked to work with him. "They say they are Muslims," Subliminal recounts, "and that they understand the message and accept it. They also give us props and respect, because they thought Jews were guys in black costumes, doing secret ceremonies in the Temple way up there [laughs]. Then they see a guy who looks just like them, who eats the same humus and couscous and kouba, and speaks Arabic just like them."...

    Politics aside, the beats on the album (which is the extent of what i can understand, aside from Wyclef) are addictive. For more info you can check out the Wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subliminal_(rapper)  He's collaborated with some big names, include Wu-Tang Clan.

     
    August 29

    why jetlag sucks

    Primarily because being the only person awake at 4 am in a country without a car and 24 hr places is BORING.
     
    So we all know i do my fair share of travelling.  Truth is that RARELY do i actually get jet-lagged enough to be out of bed in the middle of the night.  I think the complication of getting sick and therefore sleeping all day, coupled with the 10 hour time difference, has worked it magic on me.  And so, here i am, under the terraces in the middle of the night--drinking indonesian coffee and answering emails from a year ago to amuse myself.  I guess the chorus of demonic teenagers in the park across from my house who had been yelling for the better part of 3 hours before i got up at 230 didn't help either.
     
    Israel is all quiet again. Life pushes on normally.  My parents are plotting a trip to Slovenia soon--i'm jealous that they are going to see where my dad's family came from and simultaneously glad they are going to take some time out just for them to chill.  Mona and I were shocked last night when someone in the building right behind us was setting off fireworks from the roof.  You'd imagine that the loud boom noises might weird people out--guess not--someone else joined the firework setting party a block away tonight.
     
    Eventually, i'll add in a couple pictures from Seattle.  The easy way to tell when i feel at home somewhere is that there are no pictures from the trip there.  This last trip was really settling.  The mountains worked their calming magic on my frayed nerves and it was sunny almost the whole trip.  It was a good prelude to the upcoming move.  As always, i am immeasurably grateful to my friends for making me feel so completely at home half a world away.
    August 24

    so, that wedding last weekend

    Ok, so i am finally getting around to talking about the wedding last weekend.
    Its rough coming off the flight from Israel in the morning and trying to stay awake long enough for an evening wedding--i dont' recommend anyone trying it.  For starters, i owe Shahram and Lena a huge thank you for keeping me awake all day and for taking care of me while i was in DC.  I am also glad Orang and Shamim came by afterwards--even if i did fall asleep and they took pictures :)
     
    The wedding itself was in Manassas--which is a little past Dulles Airport, at this place called Fox Chase Manor.  Its a pretty nice venue, with lots of space, which is good when 300 people come to celebrate. Highlights included a lot of old friends who i hadn't seen in years--who brought up some stories that could have stayed unmentioned, making a bunch of new friends (Danette, Hoan, Riley, Dean...), laughing hard, crying when they said their vows, and having a great time watching Deihim do this lap dance for Julie pre-garter removal--worried for a second about her daddy finding a gun, but even the persians were laughing.
     
    The whole thing was just chock full of love--it was all super super sweet.  Hopefully, they have some of the cake leftover when i get there tomorrow--as i didn't eat much since i thought it was 5 am.  Dancing was a blast (thank you Danette), rapping granny tore it up (one of deihim's grandma's has a talent for rapping in farsi--yup, that is as funny as it sounds). Deihim was groom-zilla, Julie looked stunning and was the most good humored bride i have ever known, and it really did feel like an overgrown family affair.  It was fun to get to introduce  different people in Deihim's life to each other, as i have been lucky to know a good cross section of them over the years, along with the blessing of having met some of Julies friends a few months ago...who were super kind and didn't let me get lost in the crowd pre-ceremony. My triumph was not fainting while reading during their ceremony and winning the bet with Riley and Sum about when Deihim would cry :)  (4 bucks USD is 15 NIS--enough for dinner :) )  At any rate, i am looking forward to spending tomorrow with them and am headed back to the Israel on saturday.
     
    The trip out here to the west coast has been seriously soothing.  I feel like i finally got to breathe after a month of tension and craziness and am looking forward to going back, pushing hard for the next four months and then getting back out here to live. PHEW!!  I am formally a resident of Washington State, ladies and gentlemen, with what may be a new record for BAD driver's license photo.
    August 20

    live from redmond.

    i heard the funniest thing--well i think its funny.
     
    Dhabih decided that Dev and I's friendship takes the short bus to school.
    if you figure that out you must be laughing!!
     
    All's well, just chilling out here on the west coast.  The wedding was beautiful--pictures when i get them off Shahram, who was a real champ for going with me.  Both the bride and groom were glowing and it was a great combination of fun and sweet....with a totally diverse crowd--despite my earlier worries.  was also great to see a bunch of people i haven't seen in like 3-4 years now.
     
    its a beautiful sunny day in the cascades!!
    August 14

    Return of the gecko and the naming contest.

    Drum roll please, guest blogger--my mama, Lissa. (mar editorial in parens)
     
    It is August, and so, we once again have a gecko in the flat (no it doesn't go to the bomb shelter too....you will all remember that she was very distraught when she thought my father had vaccuumed up the last two she had as pets--only to later realize that they run away and hide once it cools down)  Uh--in october of last year, the geckos ran up and down the wall and we could watch them! It was great! However, when our tile floors became cold, the geckos dissappeared and made us very sad (editorial: translate us as Lissa.) NOW! Unexpectedly, since it is august, another gecko has appeared.  At first it was living by Bob's slippers and hiding out behind the bedroom bookcase when we entered the room.  Its next appearance was under Bob's pillow on the bed and was a cause for great concern....as we didnt' want to accidentally squash it.  But, last night, it had taken up its station out in the hall eating small spiders, paper lice, and other crawly things.  So.  Will there be more??? I hope so! (she says with a look of sheer delight in her eyes) although, last year, your father threatened to get rid of all of them if we acquired any more--of course that was said when there was ginkko, Gecko, and goinko (yes, she named them...).  As we haven't named this one, let's run a contest on the blog---but they have to be clean names, so we probably won't get many responses from your low-life friends (i swear she loves you all).
     
    Please leave your suggestion for little gecko's name in the comments. I don't know if i am going to offer a prize or not. A splendid name deserves something. Yucky names incur wrath and revokation of refrigerator privledges.
    August 11

    The kilt and other cultural things

    Before the conflict started, every once in a while, i used to reflect on some of the cultural differences i had noticed living here.  I think its time to go back to that for a minute.  Last night, a friend i was with commented that he wasn't looking forward to going home and being surrounded by people who were publicaly intoxicated from bar crawling and the like 'Down Under'.  My friend Sam, who i have known since i was a small child, and I responded that perhaps we were lucky--the only time we really saw that was late at night after the club.  We all realized that-at least in Haifa-you rarely see people who are drunken in public...its just not a part of their culture.  Which just adds to the list of things i love about being here.
     
    The conversation was prompted by the sighting of a man in a Brave-heart looking get up, that i am calling a kilt for lack of better wording, who was stumbling around with a bottle of single malt whiskey in his hand and shouting loudly in English.  After a few moments, the Israelis had all taken notice of him and were looking at him with a combination of confusion, concern, and disdain--its so out of context--the whole kilt/drunken thing.  There was a group of soldiers nearby who immediately whipped out their camera phones to document the event and the general level of conversation in the vicinity diminished, as if everyone was trying to remain as blended into the walls as possible to avoid the wrath of the kilt guy.  after a few moments, he perched himself--half reclining half posing on the end of a low wooden wall by a cafe--only tumbling off once or twice over the course of a few moments.
     
    The whole thing was actually pretty surreal.  We all fit our day to day experiences into the contextual framework we have for the place in which we live.  Recently, my framework for being here includes sirens and bomb shelters---but, i just don't know what to do with liquer bottles toting men in tartan.
    August 08

    Sibling rivalry

    My sister didn't used to IM--now she's discovered it and gets mad if i dont answer fast enough. Just to prove that nothing changes, no matter how old we get--here is today's conversation. We are obviously getting too used to being thousands of miles apart.
    me: poke
    Anna: jab
    me: squash [the noise we deem me sitting on her to make]
    Anna: scream
    me: cackle
    Anna: scream on general principle 
    me: hehehhe
    Anna: scream on general principle as I multitask
    me: i'm blogging this.
    Anna: death
               scream
               ...
               on general principle
    August 02

    urban camping

    When i started this blog--it was mostly so my friends wouldn't feel like i was being neglectful when it took months for me to answer emails.  Now, i realize people who don't know me read this.  On one hand, it changes things a little...on the other, not really. 
     
    Check it:  the Baha'i News Service just relaunched its site--y'all should check it out: Baha'i World News Service .  There's also links off that to the Media Bank--which a couple thousand photos.
     
    Onwards:  Quick recap for those who haven't had the pleasure of watching me struggle with these pesky demons for years:  I have always had issues with rules and authority.  always.  It's part of the reason why I am Baha'i, no nonsensical heirarchy.  I follow laws out of love for Baha'u'llah--not because someone tells me i should or am damned if i don't; it's a beautiful thing really.  I would blame it on being raised by parents who always taught me to think for myself and make my own drum beat to walk to...but then i would also have to praise them for instilling in me the moral ability to follow my heart and try to do the right thing--even when it isn't what the free spirit in me wants.  Its a dichotomy that rarely finds itself a blatant physical manifestation.
     
    Anyways, point being that this whole conflict made it difficult to travel and just since the weekend have shops and restaurants have finally started reopening.  So, this past weekend, since we couldn't very well go camping or to the beach, and since a friend was going see his family in Canada, we brought all that--camping, pool, outdoor movies nonsense-- to ourselves.  The grass i talked about a while ago came to live on my roof, a tent was pitched, a kiddie pool filled up, the projector plugged into an extention cord and a movie screen set up by hanging a sheet on the outer wall of the house.  Camping and the movies came with a BBQ--and for just a moment, we could have been anywhere in the world--laughing, joking and relaxing again like there wasn't a war, just for a few hours.  My dichotomy became tangible.
     
    Much love to those who made it happen.  Much love to the people who came (photos soon) who helped me laugh harder than i have a in a long long time.