I am in here.
That’s what John@Argghhh! entitled this piece, and I think it might not be hyperbole. “What’s the one legal principle that keeps our democracy alive?” asked Mrs. Liebich in US History class in high school. “Ummmmm….” we collectively said, and hoped she wouldn’t pick on any of us, except maybe Leslie or Mitsu, who knew everything. … Continue reading Yup, the end of the world as we know it…
I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. “Sit down and have a drink” he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. “You have SARDINES in it.” “Yes, … Continue reading Why I Am Not a Painter
The blogger’s shadow, washed by surf… Playing: I Know a Place from the album “The Ultimate Petula Clark” by Petula Clark
One thing I love about Israel is the sheer amount of history you can run into in the course of a day, assuming you bother to talk to anyone. I have lots of friends here, so I talk to way more people than I usually do when travelling. I’m on the phone with my friend … Continue reading Israeli history
white pebble 