I am in here.
Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest 2004 Results She resolved to end the love affair with Ramon tonight . . . summarily, like Martha Stewart ripping the sand vein out of a shrimp’s tail . . . though the term “love affair” now struck her as a ridiculous euphemism . . . not unlike “sand vein,” which is … Continue reading qotd
So I’m the only one in the First Class of El Al’s flight 007 to JFK. (Modern times sure bring us odd-looking integers and initials, don’t they?) I sleep on the floor on a futon for a week and a half, covered with an old red comforter with pink stitching, and I learn to walk … Continue reading Homeward Bound
The shouk this morning in Jaffa, and all the stuff it had out for sale: several top halves of mannequins huge copper pots, pre-tarnished for your convenience damp, mildewy looking rugs stacked like a cord of wood third-hand furniture, in the same condition but unstacked hubbly-bubblies swarm upon swarm of cats, who seem to travel … Continue reading Jaffa List
It is the evening of the morning in which many people were blown up just ten minutes’ drive from where I am living in Yafo, right next to Tel Aviv, and at least one killed. Everyone else in the blogosphere, and in the journalistic world in general, is writing about it. Ten minutes away, and … Continue reading It is the evening of the day.
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