Category Archives: Late Night Ramblings

Desert Musings #2

There’s something about open sky, the stars suggesting infinite possibilities and reminding me of my mortality simultaneously, that opens up a channel I don’t normally have access to. I wish I could record some of the conversations I have in the desert. Let’s call them “desert musings.” I hadn’t been feeling so zen as ofContinue reading “Desert Musings #2”

Split in Two: between Gifts and Blind Fury

 “Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.” ~ Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death   “Fame in theContinue reading “Split in Two: between Gifts and Blind Fury”

“Future Perfect,” My First Poetry Slam

About a month ago, I did my first poetry slam and first spoken word performance on stage. I was petrified from the moment I agreed to do it…but I knew that I had to. I’ve wanted to for so long. And even after actually doing it and feeling like I could do it again andContinue reading ““Future Perfect,” My First Poetry Slam”

On “How to Avoid Work: A 1949 Guide to Doing What You Love” & a Response to Mother

You know you’re in the right place when you just glow from it. Being in the flow, in the zone, it has as many names as the names of god. I have a firm belief in the gifts given to each, in the muses that come and go at their own will, in the artContinue reading “On “How to Avoid Work: A 1949 Guide to Doing What You Love” & a Response to Mother”

Merħba to Poets of Babel

I believe in messages from the universe. At least over a year ago, I decided that I wanted to start a poetry club. Then, I did nothing…until today. Last Thursday, I met with two of the most awesome people I know, Marc, a former break dancer/polyglot MC turned design engineer and Nadine, a jeweler whoContinue reading “Merħba to Poets of Babel”

Strangers

I have a confession: I’m afraid of the make-up ladies in SuperPharm. It doesn’t matter which branch; they are all the same to me. Downtown Jerusalem at 21:47 on a Sunday just looks downright seedy in general. Everyone appeared shady tonight, just like a page out of the Berenstain Bears book about strangers. For example,Continue reading “Strangers”

The Lamppost

Aside from maps and clocks and compasses, I also love lampposts. A clock is time; the human obsession of how much of it is left before we die, how it won’t wait, the only thing we can’t buy.  A map is location or dislocation, finding your way or acknowledging you are lost, lost but lookingContinue reading “The Lamppost”

Tower of Babel Collage

  So…I am obsessed with the Tower of Babel. I’m not 100% sure why, although it’s clear to me that this obsession relates to my love of languages. But it’s not just the love of speaking languages or even hearing them, but just seeing the text of another language sends me into an irrationally ecstaticContinue reading “Tower of Babel Collage”

I Was Told that I was Haunted

I was told that I was haunted. Now I know it’s true. The thoughts creep under my covers and snuggle up with me in the bed; they whisper ideas that threaten me with evaporation should I dare not get up, 55 minutes past my bedtime, and write them down. Just as I’d begun to thinkContinue reading “I Was Told that I was Haunted”