Homsa's Journal

10:15pm: There is a program about Arthur Big Boy Crudup on the radio. I didn't never heard about him before. Amazing stuff.

Today's dish was yami.

Leftover potatoes, Frozen green peas and chik peas.
Put them all in a pan and stir fry.

Prepare a cup of misu soup - put a large spoon of misu paste into a cup of boiling water. I also added Arame seaweed. Boil the soup for five minutes while stearing.

Add the misu soup to the pan with vegetables. Add some more water and put in rice noodles. All the stuff should be kept on a small flame until the noodles are ready.

Very very yami!

10:43am: мой маленький спиногрыз
Не помню писала ли я о нем. Наверно писала когда то давно. И вот он вернулся.
Мой маленький то ли друг то ли враг.
Тот что сидит в душе и напоминает мне о моих детских мечтах.
И он же мне говорит что не нравится мне заниматься наукой.
Читать про  всякие крутые научные открытия, вот это другое дело. Это замечательно.
А день за днем нудно грызть гранит, вот это мне совсем не нравится.
А нравится мне рисовать. И еще мне нравится расказывать ребятам про всякое интерестное.

И что же мне делать с ним? Вот уже два года, с тех пор как он проснулся, он мне постояно названивает и напоминает о себе.

7:30pm: seven months later
Amazing.

My last entry was on the last day of the previous year.

It is a new year and a new life, and a very very hot and humid summer. It feels even more so considering the big round belly I carry around these days.

I think I might come back here and right again.

I hope I'll get readers. It feels lonely without them.

А раз так, то можно расказать про нашу утрению встречу с дуллой по имени Натали. Дулла, это женщина котороая сопровождает роженицу во время родов, и помогает ей.

Натали нам очень понравилась. И мне и Слонику. Я думаю мы возьмем ее услуги.

А теперь можно и вздремнуть.

11:32pm: Juno
After a brief ruffle with the password monster, I'm back on air.

Read this review, by my beloved Roger Bert.

Then watch the movie.

Wonderful, warm and tender movie, that was just the right thing at the right time.

11:00pm: So we have a new cat. It looks identical to the old one, except for its eyes. It has none. So we call it Zhmurkin. Now the both of them are circling each other, trying to figure out who bites harder. I already know Zhmurkin has the sharper claws. The son of a bitch scratched me pretty badly a week ago. This is going to take ages to heal. I'm afraid he might be too nervous for our hectic little home, but we are giving him one more chance. For now, Shuher is guarding the door so as not to let the young one get out of his room, and seems to be doing well.

5:03pm: A moment before I go out for tai-chi practice, I'm eating a well earned eclaire with delicious cream.

University was closed today for protest, so I staid home to practice on the talk I'm about to give the coming Sunday. Finally managed to squeeze it into 10 minutes. Got depressed again about my work. Went out to buy coffee in my favorite coffee/ice-cream/second-hand-children-books shop, only to find it closed. The nice guy that owns and runs it probably went on vacation. He is so unpredictable in opening his shop, that I fear for his future. So I got my fix at the nearby pattiserie, where I bought me the lovely eclair resting now calmly in my tummy.

While I was drinking my coffee I browsed through a paper that happened to be on the table. It was a story about a guy who got rich, and about the book he wrote about "the secret to success", originally called the Secret. You know, one of those. He had a very good point about positive thinking and always keeping your dreams in mind though. So from now on, I'm going to think positive.

I'm going to do a great job on my PhD.
I'm going to find away to have art in my life.
I'm going to be happy about wherever life takes me.
And I'm going to run to tai-chi this very minute.

The eclaire is a vital part of the plan.

cheers and goodbye

8:00am:

11:03am: new beginings
В Субботу мы смотрели безглазого котенка. Он любопытный и доброжелательный. Сам он к нам не подходил, но внимательно за нами следил. А потом подпустил и позволил с ним познакомиться. Думаю он будет хорошим товарищем Шухеру. И выглядят они одинаково - два мусорных балбеса. в ближайшие дни мы навестим его снова.


Я опять на крыше, теперь уже на своем месте, с своим столом. Притащила все что нужно для хорошего кофе:

Макинетy - Слоник подарил,
Молотый кофе - аромат распространяется на всю комнату,
Походную газовую комфортку - ораньжевого цвета,
В раковине две кофейные чашечки, которые подарила мне bevit 

Класcная погода - самое время вытащить кресло на крышу и заварить кофейку.


Нет спичек.

2:46pm: From a never ending page.


http://unlimited.orange.co.uk/?module=db949112650e4fdd8ac1baed8afea610

9:09am:

This wonderful stain was created by our computer screen after I spilled tea all over it.

2:07pm: Leonard Cohen sings to me while I paint the apartment doors white, and get high on oil colors.

happiness and bliss

1:57am: This exciting present is from alisa_ivanovna.

My little sister joined the community as xquenda .
There is an interesting story concerning her nick I hope she will share.

I spent most of this day with my cousin Polina who just came from the states, and is going to live hear for the upcoming year. I showed her some bits and pieces of Tel Aviv. We had pomegranate juice, bought some rags in the Underground, had coffee and bruscheta in the Little Prince coffee and book shop, and all in all had a good time. A pretty good day

12:47am: I was panicking today.

Then I took my blue back-pack and put a camera inside.
I walked down the streets of Givataim, past the bridge over the freeway, into the streets of Tel-Aviv. The buildings in Tel-Aviv may be as ugly as are those in Givataim, but I love them none the less, because they are Tel Aviv. I took some photos of the wonderful Ficus trees I met on the way.

11:35pm: Я и кот в нашем новеньком читальном уголке

12:55am: organ donation
Before I retire.

A good thing has been going on on the hebrew new internet lately, specifically ynet.

They keep posting stories about organ donations on their "front page", so to speak. I've just seen a story they posted about a man who died while waiting for a heart donor. Well this is terrible, but the good part is that it is at the top of the news. Such stories, as well as stories about people saved by donations and their donors are being posted on a daily basis. The idea is to get into the thick and stubborn heads of Israelis how important organ donation is. The thing is, that it is very rare that families agree to donate organs of their deceased loved ones. This is often because of religious beliefs and misconceptions, while there are several major rabbis who declared that organ donation is in fact ok with halacha, and is moreover a mitzvah.

When my mother died, her organs weren't fit for donation anymore. I wish her body would have lived on in someone else.

12:28am: Our internet connection is a bit strange these days. In order for it to work, the phone has to be off the hook. Which means our phone is off the hook ALWAYS. Andrey developed a personal relationship with the entire technical support team of our internet provider. They are going to get married any day now. Looks like the phone is going to be of the hook for some time still. Happy little phone.

I'm writing more or less coherently for the first time since, well it feels like ever, but it's been almost two months. This was a very confusing period, and it isn't over yet. But this is a sign I'm doing some progress. I hope.

It's a new year, and next week is my birthday. I'm not turning 30 yet.

12:03am: А я гадала сегодня по картам Таро.

Сначала получился политик из серии облаков, которая связана с разумом. То есть разум есть политик, и ему не стоит доверять. В некоторых вопросах. Эту карту я вытащила после того как долго долго мешала, а потом мне надоело и я потащила первую попавшуюся. Она мне не понравилась.

Потом появился шут. Эта карта из главной серии, но что это значит я не знаю. Шут неисправимо наивен и доверчив. Им ведут его наивность и доверчивость, а не скептицизм и опыт. А еще он связан с интуицией, которой стоит довериться и бесшабашно броситься вперед в приключения. Эта карта понравилась мне больше. Я ее достала размышляя о том что мне делать.

Третьей и последней была карта внутреннего голоса, тоже из главной серии. Из написанного про нее меня привлекло следующее. Бывает что слишком много голосов тянут нас в разные стороны. Во время такой смуты нужно искать внутреннюю тишину и равновесие. Тогда будет слышна самая правда. Эту карту я тянула думав о том как мне понять кто из всех чертей сидящих в моей голове говорит голосом интуиции. Кстати, внутренний голос говорит без слов.

Три карты в данном случае это все что надо. Мне кажется так. Первая - это то что у меня творится в голове - великая смута. Вторая, это то что стоит делать - довериться интуиции. Третья это то как это сделать - не суетиться и не дергаться в разные стороны. Попробовать навести порядок. Надо бы начать с нашей квартиры. Вобщем ничего нового.

Ну что-ж, ответ таков - сама разбирайся в своих чертях, сама решай.

А вообще-то карты врут.

3:50pm: יום הכפורים כמעט התחיל. יום של שקט.

Yom Hakipurim has almost started. It's becoming more quite, and in an hour or so there will be no more cars in the streets. The traffic's noise will be substituted with the screeches and laughter of kids riding bikes and other things with wheels. I guess some of them can be found on the roads already.

We're going to our friends for the meal. I'm looking forward for this day. I can do with some quite without and within. Within will be harder to achieve, but I'll try.

May we all be written down in the book of the living.

12:48am: Can't sleep again. Nervous and afraid, again.

I thought I made my decision, but now I'm not at all sure again.

Don't feel like writing more clearly than this.

I can't sleep. Again.

11:21pm:


( My little sister is married )

10:10pm: my Fridays
I've been meaning to write this post for some time now.

I've been having wonderful Fridays the past months. As we are moving out of Tel-Aviv this week, I will not have them anymore, and the ones I will have will be different. Hopefully I will find a way to restore them in time.

12:21pm: happy birthday grandma
My babushka had her birthday yesterday.

This is her picture in happier days, she is second on the left, surrounded by the people she loves.

2:06pm: snippets from the institute

What if you have a large active dog named Pushkin?

( Read more... )You get to call

"Пушкин, ко мне!"

while stroling along Weizmann's alleys.

4:01pm: Todays seminar started with thanks.

"Thank you for inviting me here, it is such an honour. This institute is an island of sanity in this world. Where else would people converge on sunday to talk about two-dimensional electron gas for two hours, and then again, on monday to talk about two-dimensional electron gas for who knows how long. An island of sanity."


During the last few talks I remained depressingly ignorant about anything that was said. I heard the words, I saw the pictures and the equations. And I couldn't understand one little thing. This state of things was alright at the beginning of my masters. At this stage, it is absolutely depressing.

8:05pm: The seniors' club next door are having their usual Sunday party.

This means I either suffocate with the windows closed, or endure the yelps of the gargoyle they brought in for singing.
I'm choosing the third - a sweaty tai-chi practice in the near by park.
There is something really special about sweating during a tai-chi practice, liberating and cleansing.

so I'm off.