Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Always On
Is what the internet is. And that's sticky icky tricky because it's hypnotic like sirens. Nice not having it in my residence. I have to go out for it. Seek it out, with purpose. It's like a Pandora's box. Mighty powerful. One screen of light in a dark room...a gateway to the entire world. But it isn't the world. It's virtual. It's useful. It helps communication. It helps sharing. Only with purpose, anything really. Otherwise I'm just on vacation.
New Jack Swing
I mean I'm not trying to be that guy. I'm not gonna be that guy. I know what's happening, I'm not gonna be caught looking like a chump, being a chump. That's just not where I'm at. It's about precision, speed, all that. Timing. Gotta know the right time, gotta know when to start when to quit. No fooling. No fooling around. All I'm trying to say is know the drill. Know the drill and do the drill. What else am I gonna be doing? Not much of nothing. Just do it, Knight was right. See what it is and then make that happen. Simple like two dimples.
I Love My MTV
MTV just had the most phenomenal (blatant exaggeration) run:
1) A dance music video I was loving, but missed the info for. (Will find out)
2) Chemical Brothers - Do It Again
3) Daft Punk - Something About Us
4) Hilary Duff - Stranger
They're all worth note (a couple-few were great) for different reasons, to come later.
1) A dance music video I was loving, but missed the info for. (Will find out)
2) Chemical Brothers - Do It Again
3) Daft Punk - Something About Us
4) Hilary Duff - Stranger
They're all worth note (a couple-few were great) for different reasons, to come later.
Sleep in the Muslim World
Addendum to "Energy Regulation:"
A lot of the Egyptians I spoke to said they slept only 5 hours over the course of a few days. They were also working in tourism a lot.
How do they do it? Perhaps when you have to survive your psyche can go from slowing you down to speeding you up. I have experience that would support that. Example: applying to the TAU OSP program.
A lot of the Egyptians I spoke to said they slept only 5 hours over the course of a few days. They were also working in tourism a lot.
How do they do it? Perhaps when you have to survive your psyche can go from slowing you down to speeding you up. I have experience that would support that. Example: applying to the TAU OSP program.
Energy Regulation
"I never sleep cuz sleep is the cousin of death." I have to sleep to live, but when I sleep I'm not living.
Being tired is tricky too. I can be tired but if I get excited about something energy pours forth from somewhere. But there is an absolute point of exhaustion where I know that I must go to sleep.
The tiredness that haunts me is what I feel when I think about a seemingly arduous task that I need to complete. Something I may not want to do, but has to get done. Immediately after the thought of it my psyche feels downward pressure, weakens, and says go to sleep.
But if I power through it, by the strength of the reasoning portion of my mind (this must get done or else there will be worse consequences, etc.) I have a burst of energy and then I can attack the next task.
I have to frame it in terms of a sword fight. I have to constantly fight off the oncoming tasks or else I will be overwhelmed.
The trickiest part is distinguishing the physical tiredness from the psychological tiredness. Which is which? The best thing I can think to do is to eliminate one of them and the only one I can effect is the physical. What happens if after a regimen of regular sleeping (7-8 hours) + regular exercise the tiredness remains? What then? Can't say for sure until I try it.
+ in the meantime, how to reconcile this potential personal experiment with young adulthood, Tel Aviv night life, and a desire to keep up with what's happening in music.
Being tired is tricky too. I can be tired but if I get excited about something energy pours forth from somewhere. But there is an absolute point of exhaustion where I know that I must go to sleep.
The tiredness that haunts me is what I feel when I think about a seemingly arduous task that I need to complete. Something I may not want to do, but has to get done. Immediately after the thought of it my psyche feels downward pressure, weakens, and says go to sleep.
But if I power through it, by the strength of the reasoning portion of my mind (this must get done or else there will be worse consequences, etc.) I have a burst of energy and then I can attack the next task.
I have to frame it in terms of a sword fight. I have to constantly fight off the oncoming tasks or else I will be overwhelmed.
The trickiest part is distinguishing the physical tiredness from the psychological tiredness. Which is which? The best thing I can think to do is to eliminate one of them and the only one I can effect is the physical. What happens if after a regimen of regular sleeping (7-8 hours) + regular exercise the tiredness remains? What then? Can't say for sure until I try it.
+ in the meantime, how to reconcile this potential personal experiment with young adulthood, Tel Aviv night life, and a desire to keep up with what's happening in music.
Friday, August 24, 2007
What Happened?
I just love that post title (used it b4b4) and I just love that question. It's funny to me.
So really...uh...Hebrew? I speak English ok. I. Speak. English. Do you understand me?
Well I'm really committed to mastering Hebrew while I'm here. Just for kicks yes, but also because I want to attain true fluency in a second language. Linguistics major aside, how cool would it be to be bilingual? Beyond that, tri-lingual. Don't stop there how about quad-lingual? Point is, it's cool and fun to know other languages. Plus I think it probably sets me apart from other equally qualified job applicants...let's be real gotta make some cash at some point.
The idea of fluency does captivate me. What does it mean to be fluent? But I'll save that for a linguistic-ish post.
In the meantime, I never thought I would use it again, but I'm going metablog once more. When will it end?? Hopefully right here. No more עברית on this blog starting now. From now on if you need your Hebrew fix you'll need to go somewhere else. Just around the corner in fact to my new Hebrew blog Rak Rak Ivrit (Only Only Hebrew).
Consider this announcement official and over.
So really...uh...Hebrew? I speak English ok. I. Speak. English. Do you understand me?
Well I'm really committed to mastering Hebrew while I'm here. Just for kicks yes, but also because I want to attain true fluency in a second language. Linguistics major aside, how cool would it be to be bilingual? Beyond that, tri-lingual. Don't stop there how about quad-lingual? Point is, it's cool and fun to know other languages. Plus I think it probably sets me apart from other equally qualified job applicants...let's be real gotta make some cash at some point.
The idea of fluency does captivate me. What does it mean to be fluent? But I'll save that for a linguistic-ish post.
In the meantime, I never thought I would use it again, but I'm going metablog once more. When will it end?? Hopefully right here. No more עברית on this blog starting now. From now on if you need your Hebrew fix you'll need to go somewhere else. Just around the corner in fact to my new Hebrew blog Rak Rak Ivrit (Only Only Hebrew).
Consider this announcement official and over.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
הקיץ בא
מילים משיר חדש של רונית רסטה:
כבר נמאס לי ממעיל ונמאס ממטריה,
היום אני מראה את הטוסיק בבריכה.
יש לי ביקיני, חוטיני, נלילה לובשת מיני,
איזה חום אני צריכה חמצן לצבוע לבלונדיייייי!!!!
כל לילה שיכורה כי כל לילה מסיבה.
משתוולת ורודקדת כבר כולי מזיעה.
תעשה לי פוווו אני צריכה אוויר.
נו בוא לשירותימ תיתן אחד מהיר
שיאו איזה כיף הקיץ בא, בא בא, בא בא
שיאו איזה כיף הקיץ בא, בא בא, בא בא
שיאו איזה כיף הקיץ בא, בא בא, בא בא
אני כל כך שמחה שהקיץ בא
(קייייייץ בא בא בא בא בא
יייייץ בא בא בא בא בא בא)
כל יום אני בים למה מה קרה.
השמש כבר עשתה אותי ארנבת שחומה.
אני צריכה לשתות המון אסור להיבש.
תזמין אותי לבירה נו אל תתבישהרבה דגים בים
ואני על החוף, הכרישים הכי גדולים מנסים אותי
לטרוףף
רוצה בנות? אז תהיה זמין
מותק איתי תילא צריך יותר את יד ימין
--פזמון--
עדין הצהרה אחר
באמת אני אוהב ללמוד עברית. זה כרגע קיף.
אז מה התכנית? אני מארגן את החיים שלי. איך אני הולך לעשות את זה? קל, אני הולך להיות גבר של המילים שלי. מה המשמעות של זה? אני צריך לאסות רק מה שאני צריך לעשות. אז מה אני צריך לעשות? אני צריך לעשות צה שחשוב בשביל החיים שלי וגם מה שחשוב. מה חשוב לחיים שלי הכי חשוב. אבל מה ההבדיל? למה הדברימ האלה צריך להיות בסיכסוך?
המ לא צריך. אז היני אנחנו. כמו האנישים מאנגליא אומרימ "חוץ אותו כבר!"
דבר ריאשון אני רוצה להיות הכי טוב בבית ספר. אני יודע שאני יכול לעשות זה. כל מה שאני צריך לעשות ללכת כל הכיתות בזמן,לעשות הערות, לעשות שיעורי בית שלי כל יום, וללמוד בשביל מבחנים. זהו!
אוקיי, מה עוד? גם אני רוצה להיות התאמה. כל שאני צריך לעשות רץ חמשה ימים בשבוע.
קל מספיק, נכון? יש רק דבר עוד אחם בחיים שלי, הם צריכים להיהות סים במכברת הירוק הקתן שלי. מה שאני יכול לעשות אמ הדברים האלא בשדר כי הדברימ האלא לא משנה מחשוב ההופעה שלי בבית ספר וגם הכשר גופני פיזי שלי.
אני נרגש לראות את מה יקרה.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
רק קצת שיעורי בית
אפוה היתי? אוקיי אני זוכר.
אז מי אני?
קורים לי מנשה בעברית ובאנגלית אנשים קורים לי גיי.
אני מלארצות הברית ואני אוהב עברית. אוהב לדבר, לכתוב ולקוא.
רק רעיון אחד לפני שאני הולך. אני חושב ששפה זה דבר מיוחד. זה משהו באמת. רבר רישון זה משהו קפ, זה חשוב בתך. אבל לא רק זה. לדבר, לדבר בעמת, בשפה אחר בשום אפן בקל העולם. זה גם קשה מפני שהשכל שלי הולך יותר מהר מהיכלת שלי לתקשר. בגלל זה, אני צריך להיות חזק ואני צריך סבלנות.
אז אוקיי, אני איף עכשוב. אני צריך לעושה משהו יוטר קל.
להית!
אז מי אני?
קורים לי מנשה בעברית ובאנגלית אנשים קורים לי גיי.
אני מלארצות הברית ואני אוהב עברית. אוהב לדבר, לכתוב ולקוא.
רק רעיון אחד לפני שאני הולך. אני חושב ששפה זה דבר מיוחד. זה משהו באמת. רבר רישון זה משהו קפ, זה חשוב בתך. אבל לא רק זה. לדבר, לדבר בעמת, בשפה אחר בשום אפן בקל העולם. זה גם קשה מפני שהשכל שלי הולך יותר מהר מהיכלת שלי לתקשר. בגלל זה, אני צריך להיות חזק ואני צריך סבלנות.
אז אוקיי, אני איף עכשוב. אני צריך לעושה משהו יוטר קל.
להית!
עכשיו זמן בשביל משהו בעברית
כן, זה נכון. בארץ ישראל, זה אני, האחד, היחד, המנשה (זה אני).
אני רוצה להציג את עצמי אבל דבר רישון יש משהו יותר חשוב בשביל המטלה שלי. יש מילון טוב עבדית ואנגלית באינטרנת.
אז אוקיי. זה בסדר בשביל עכשיו. אני אאמר עוד אחרכך.
אחר אחר.
אני רוצה להציג את עצמי אבל דבר רישון יש משהו יותר חשוב בשביל המטלה שלי. יש מילון טוב עבדית ואנגלית באינטרנת.
אז אוקיי. זה בסדר בשביל עכשיו. אני אאמר עוד אחרכך.
אחר אחר.
Monday, August 20, 2007
2sk8izgr8
my body was so tired and weak today from yesterday's hustle.
nonetheless, i intentionally missed the bus home today because i couldn't resist the funspot near my hebrew class {hebrew insert: ulpan / oool-pahn}.
though my performance was low due to my lack of energy, i was still enraptured. "I've found the most precious love..." (Blaze presents Barbara Tucker)
there's got to be a better and faster way to regain strength than old time rest.
tail is already cracking, losing pop, will break soon.
nonetheless, i intentionally missed the bus home today because i couldn't resist the funspot near my hebrew class {hebrew insert: ulpan / oool-pahn}.
though my performance was low due to my lack of energy, i was still enraptured. "I've found the most precious love..." (Blaze presents Barbara Tucker)
there's got to be a better and faster way to regain strength than old time rest.
tail is already cracking, losing pop, will break soon.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
linguistic-ish
so i'm a linguistics major, right?
so assuming we cracked the code of languages or invented a device that would make it possible for anyone to speak to another person as if they were a fluent speaker of their native language, what would we say to one another?
the thrill of attempting to communicate despite language deficiencies is no longer present. would we pursue relationships with our newly communicatable (i make up words) comrades? would society equalize or at least exhibit a higher degree of equalization?
that +
what's up with language politics? english/spanish in the US, hebrew/arabic in Israel. I guess it would be kind of weird if suddenly the dominant language in the US was french or vietnamese or something other than english. it wouldn't really be america anymore. yet the slow adoption of bilingual spanish education is somehow more palatable. it's the creation of a new american identity perhaps.
so assuming we cracked the code of languages or invented a device that would make it possible for anyone to speak to another person as if they were a fluent speaker of their native language, what would we say to one another?
the thrill of attempting to communicate despite language deficiencies is no longer present. would we pursue relationships with our newly communicatable (i make up words) comrades? would society equalize or at least exhibit a higher degree of equalization?
that +
what's up with language politics? english/spanish in the US, hebrew/arabic in Israel. I guess it would be kind of weird if suddenly the dominant language in the US was french or vietnamese or something other than english. it wouldn't really be america anymore. yet the slow adoption of bilingual spanish education is somehow more palatable. it's the creation of a new american identity perhaps.
skating
so in lieu of a bike, for the moment, i got a skateboard.
in santa cruz i was skating an old vintage caballero fish board, almost only for transportation since i didn't want to bang it up too much. what was keeping me from buying a trick board? i fogot how much fun it is!
i'm better than i've ever been. consistent ollies, almost (really) hitting kickflips, pop shuvits, 180 ollies, boardslides. i'm seeing progress everyday and it feels great. i'm trying to balance the skating with my running, my body needs to get used to the exertion.
today, while skating a favorite spot near the university of tel-aviv campus, a security guard on a moped pulled up right in front of the box i was trying to grind. immediately i was ready for a confrontation, per experience in the states.
the quick surprise: he skates! david the security guard took right to popping ollies, trying some flip tricks and some grinds all while wearing his uniform. almost was worth the picture.
loving the slick stones on certain sidewalks, not loving the cobblestone-esque stones on certain sidewalks. loving my ipod nano.
in santa cruz i was skating an old vintage caballero fish board, almost only for transportation since i didn't want to bang it up too much. what was keeping me from buying a trick board? i fogot how much fun it is!
i'm better than i've ever been. consistent ollies, almost (really) hitting kickflips, pop shuvits, 180 ollies, boardslides. i'm seeing progress everyday and it feels great. i'm trying to balance the skating with my running, my body needs to get used to the exertion.
today, while skating a favorite spot near the university of tel-aviv campus, a security guard on a moped pulled up right in front of the box i was trying to grind. immediately i was ready for a confrontation, per experience in the states.
the quick surprise: he skates! david the security guard took right to popping ollies, trying some flip tricks and some grinds all while wearing his uniform. almost was worth the picture.
loving the slick stones on certain sidewalks, not loving the cobblestone-esque stones on certain sidewalks. loving my ipod nano.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
TimmyTime
Talk about flaking out. What happened to this travelogue?
I have made a goal for myself to write at least once everyday. So the purpose of this blog is changing from a record of my travels to a place for me to publish my writing.
And what about my audience? I have an audience? Whether or not anyone is reading this is not the most important thing here, though it is/would be cool. This endeavor is one I am undertaking for myself to give me some headspace.
But if someone were to find something of value in what I post here, I would be flattered and happy to have provided something positive. So in the interests of a potential real audience I will be labeling my posts.
Readers may not be interested in reading about the funny thing that happened to me waiting on line at the falafel spot, but may be interested in reading about the fantastic new song I just listened to. So I will label things according to their subject: "funny anecdote" or "great new song." Thus, readers interested in following certain subjects will have the option to do so.
This post is labeled "metablog." Something "meta" is "something on an abstraction level higher than the current." Since my subject in this post is the blog itself, I have in a way stepped outside of it. I've gone meta for the moment.
Enough of all this formality. On to writing about something that stirs my passion, something that compels me.
Tally ho.
I have made a goal for myself to write at least once everyday. So the purpose of this blog is changing from a record of my travels to a place for me to publish my writing.
And what about my audience? I have an audience? Whether or not anyone is reading this is not the most important thing here, though it is/would be cool. This endeavor is one I am undertaking for myself to give me some headspace.
But if someone were to find something of value in what I post here, I would be flattered and happy to have provided something positive. So in the interests of a potential real audience I will be labeling my posts.
Readers may not be interested in reading about the funny thing that happened to me waiting on line at the falafel spot, but may be interested in reading about the fantastic new song I just listened to. So I will label things according to their subject: "funny anecdote" or "great new song." Thus, readers interested in following certain subjects will have the option to do so.
This post is labeled "metablog." Something "meta" is "something on an abstraction level higher than the current." Since my subject in this post is the blog itself, I have in a way stepped outside of it. I've gone meta for the moment.
Enough of all this formality. On to writing about something that stirs my passion, something that compels me.
Tally ho.
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