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| Shalom everyone! I am writing from an internet cafe in Netanya, Israel, to inform you all that I am currenly on my honeymoon with the most amazing sir Jeffrey Ducklow. I know I haven't updated in a while so it may be a little shocking to some of you that I am even married, but hey, SURPRISE!
Honeymoon in Israel - Top Five Highlights
1. McFalafal - While McDonalds may have spread around the world contributing to the ever increasing threat of globalization, it still remains true to the cultures it invades... yes, in Israel they have McShwarma and McFalafal - and it even says McFalafal in HEBREW and I could read it, thanks to Regent College
2. Jaques at the Marrakesh Restaurant - We had a lovely dinner at a Moroccan restaurant, complete with sliding glass walls, left open to allow the lovely night breeze to cool us from the heat of the fish cooked in chili sauce, as well as allowing us to take in the breathtaking view of the Mediterranean waves crashing against the sandy shoreline. Ahhh... oh yes, and it turns out that we got a two for one deal in coming to Netanya which has a vibrant French subculture, transforming the downtown core of the city into a little mini Europe on the Mediterranean Sea. Jaques was our french waiter who translated everything he said in english into french incase we didn't understand his english... "Now, we have tea for all our customers... ahh, nous avons du the pour toi! With jam, you know... la confecture... it is very good, tres bon!"
3. Short palm trees that make us look very tall.
4. Jet Lag - this requires a more in depth explanation which I will not go into at the moment, just know that it is funny.
5. Our car! We rented a little cute red car to drive around country in. It is very cute. I like him very much! In fact, tomorrow we will be taking this lovely car on a road trip all the way to Eilat - a resort town on the Red Sea - and this I'm sure will lead to a much more interesting future post.. with PICTURES, if we remember the camera.
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AHH!!
I desperately need to update with something, ANYTHING, before you think my life is dull, quiet, and boring... *sigh* Trust me, there's more than enough excitement for all of us, really there is! But... that will have to wait for another time. Maybe Wednesday.
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| Phantom Screamer
The cold still air chilled my bones as I walked, huddled in my coat, mittens vainly attempting to trap the scarcely remaining heat in my icy fingers. Fascinated, I watched the streetlamps cast a mysterious glow on my ghostly street. A low thick fog hung lazily over the city, draping itself upon rooftops and trees with bare limbs protruding. I thought to myself how strange, how surreal, how suspiciously reminiscent of an old mystery movie.... then suddenly, "AHHHHHHH!" An ear piercing shreak rang out in the night, cutting the silence like a razor blade on silk. Out of the bushes darted a strange figure, cloaked in black, and carrying a large and oddly shaped parcel. He ran only a few steps before the thickness of the fog enveloped him into the dead of the night. My heart was pounding and I wished I had waited that extra fifteen minutes for a ride home from the cocktail party I had just attended, but perhaps it was all for the better... perhaps it was destiny that I would have been there at that exact moment, to witness the strange event, and to solve the crime... all I needed was a clue.
CLUE?
I didn't even have a crime! The phantom scream did not seem to be attached to a person, and even if it was I couldn't find them... or could I? The clue to solving this mystery was discovering what the mystery really was, and for that, I would need to unravel the identity of the phantom screamer. Oh, if only the rolling mist would let go but one of her secrets. She keeps them hidden like treasure at the bottom of the sea, only those who risk their lives on the waves might even have a chance of finding them. Would I be willing to risk my life on the waves to uncover the secret? Certainly not alone. For an adventure of this magnitude I would need to call upon the help of... Garu! Soundless jumping power and remarkable landing is his ability. But will he do it? That is the problem...
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| A Red and Orange World
It has come to my attention that I haven't posted since July. This is a problem. A problem I am seeking to rectify through the current process of writing an entry.
Fashion Nugget of the Day: hooded sweatshirts are always condusive to bus sleeping - if you are heading out on a bus adventure this might be a handy tip to remember.
Seasonal Changes: a quick look out the window will remind you that we are in the transition time between fall and winter where mostly all the leaves have fallen and been raked to their untimely deaths. The ones remaining have hardly a hope left in the world, having already seen their dear brothers and sisters taken off to be burned or shoved into garbage bags to be taken away by the city. Soon snow will blanket the bare trees and we will forget they even ever had leaves.
Juice Boxes: For those of you who don't know or who are confused... yes, Jeff and I did dress up as juice boxes - no name ones at that! Why juice boxes you might ask. Well... here is a list of reasons that I think will satisfy your curiosity.
Top 10 Reasons why we were Juice Boxes:
1. Juice is juicy - we are also juicy
2. Juice is sweet - we are also sweet
3. Juice boxes are symmetrical - we are also symmetrical... though I think my left foot is a tiny bit smaller than my right foot.
4. Juice boxes are always nice with a paper bag lunch - We are also nice with a paper bag lunch.
5. Juice boxes have been around for as long as I can remember - I have also been around as long as I can remember and Jeff has been around as long as he can remember.
6. Juice boxes have vitamin C added - we also have to regularily add vitamin C through a supply of citrus fruits, or if necessary vitamin supplements
7. Juice boxes are amazing - we are definitely amazing, especially Jeff, and especially me, but ESPECIALLY Jeff
8. Juice boxes travel well, much better than frozen concentrates or large jugs - we also travel well, whether to Afghanistan or Israel, and we don't defrost along the way leaving a puddle in your bag.
9. Juice boxes have straws - oh wait... we don't have straws...
10. Juice boxes are fun - and we definitely are fun.
With that I will leave you to ponder these amazing similarities. Maybe you too resemble a juice box! Or maybe you're more like the frozen concentrate or the big jug of freshly squeezed orange juice, or perhaps a can or bottle of juice.
If I keep up my posting frequency you should be due for an update in March. See you then! | | |
| (Snapshots of a day)
TODAY...
I woke up at 5:25am without an alarm - though instantly after I awoke I had a heart attack because clearly it must have been much later than that if I had woken up by myself - and I was convinced I had missed camp and would be fired. Luckily I had a watch - on which I counted the hour hands to be absolutely sure that it was in fact 5:25 and not some other hour.
I arrived at work 20 minutes early... steeped a good cup of tea, had a little nap at my desk (which I am only now starting to appreciate - I feel kind of important having a job where I have my very own desk that I can sleep at), and enjoyed the absolute silence for a good 40min before being greeted by the early morning kids.
I thought about living in Israel about 4 times**, Afghanistan once, and Quebec once. I subsequentially researched the "Birthright Israel" trip and discovered I have until I am 26 to receive this gift from the Israeli government. There are no such trips to Afghanistan or Quebec.
I convinced my boss to let me teach magnetism, plate tectonics & volcanism, and meteorology in our outdoor science week. I am sick of these poor children learning about bugs and trees summer after summer because there are far too many biologists without real jobs. No offense to the biologists, but there are a lot more of them so it only makes sense that they would be the ones left to run summer programs. For every physics student there must be at least ten biology students - and all the physics students are studying to either be researchers or high school physics teachers. It's the only way I can fill the economic gap of my job (Megan - that was for you)
I did not convince my boss to let me teach principles of buoyancy, statics, and dynamics in boat building. This is unfortunate.
I was given a speech by an angry bus driver who yelled at me for running across the road and "risking my life" to catch the bus running at such great frequency. I realize I shouldn't run across the road when the lights are still green, but there were not any cars coming for quite some time, and the frequency of the bus is not as good as the bus driver made it out to seem in front of everybody on the bus who stared blankly ahead pretending they had heard nothing. I spent the next twenty minutes trying to justify why it is okay to jaywalk if there are no cars coming. I have yet to reach any conclusion that would hold itself up in court.
I am about to embark on a walk through the cemetary - it is the perfect time of day - eight o'clock and still bright.
Daphne - I didn't know Moxy Fruvous had so many albums! Too bad it didn't work out with the soundman and your roommate.... maybe you could have scored some free CD's! hehe - oh the good old days of Arrogant Worms and Moxy Fruvous... "I'm having a heart attack... I'm having a heart attack!"
**Note: I realize now that lumping together Israel with Afghanistan and Quebec, both places I have lived, makes it sounds as if I was thinking about when I had lived in Israel... which was never - just for the record! | | |
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