Wednesday, September 29, 2004
We lived with Hezbollah katyushas by the thousands for 30 years until that asshole Barak, (may he burn for eternity), turned tail and ran out of Southern Lebanon and opened the way for the Hamas to let loose from the Gaza Strip, and for the homicide bombers from the West Bank. I said back during the pullout that this would be the result and here it is. I also said that it would better if *we* kept on getting katyushas as we are used to it as an almost daily occurrence and their aim is pretty bad due to the mountains. Those poor folks in Sderot have no idea how to deal with the Kassams and are just whinging and whining about wanting to leave instead of standing up tall like we used to(until '96) and saying that nothing those freaking ragheads do will move us. I used to go out and yell that up the hill towards Lebanon, It's a wonder I didn't get hauled away and locked up in a padded room wearing a straight jacket. 1992 and 1996 were wild years for us up here, but there were only 5 killed and very few injured. I can only think of 3(injured) from those years, myself, Hani Chimi and Hani Azulai, and some who went into shock from close calls. All in all it wasn't as bad as it sounded here. 1996 pissed me off because most of the town evacuated to the center of the country and there was lots of infighting about who got to go where. That should never have happened and it was the first time ever. Usually everyone just went to the closest shelter or stayed in their security room. In '96 a security room took a direct hit and it was a mess! It not only destroyed the room itself, it cracked the rooms above it. Several shelters also took direct hits and nothing happened at all. The answer is not evacuation or moving away. It's staying put (in shelters if must be) and showing them that we aren't moving.
I decided tonight that it's time for us to take out all the terror groups operating under Arafart's benevolence. Gloves off and go get them like the Bushwackers are doing in Afghanistan. Dead each and every one of them and no apologies to the rest of the world. These guys are terrorists, murdererous sleaze who must be sent off to meet Allah ASAP. What the world refuses to understand is that as long as one of them is left, no one is safe. They have to be eradicated and that's all there is to it. Sadly, our gutless wonders won't do a thing except to keep on with their unilateral pullout from the Strip, in the hope that they'll all of a sudden turn peaceloving. Hey! These are the people who danced in the street when the Twin Towers were smashed by their coreligionists. Excuse me, but don't you lot get it? They won't be happy until they've brought the whole world to it's knees. It's long past time for everyone to stand up and take a good hard look at things and realize that the only way to stop them is to stop them every where and to knock off the "poor Palestinian" crap. Things would be so much better there if only they would realize that the only thing holding them back is their very own leaders, each one of whom is a terrorist of the old guard. They all have to go. If there was but one voice with guts to speak up there, things would be different. Their troubles are not our fault, they are the fault of their own so called leaders.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Sunday, September 26, 2004
I've never found time to be anything more than an arbitrary method of keeping in step with others. I don't go wild if my clocks and watches are not synchronized to the second to some fancy schmancy atomic clock. 5-10 minutes either way is exact enough for me.
Some years ago we started going to Daylight Saving Time every summer even though the ultra religious were dead set against it. I never understood why. As if time was handed down with the 10 commandments and etched in stone never to be changed. There are 24 hours in a day, right? And night and day have the same relative number of hours at any given time of year, right? So what's the big deal? They say that there's one more hour light on DLST, but there really isn't, is there? So twice a year we change our clocks. Big deal. Or so I thought until last night when I wished for a Cray computer to help me figure out what time to set the cell phone for to wake up in time for Dark Matters. We changed our clocks, but California didn't-the nerve! And after endless figuring, I thought I had it right. I thought I had it right until Dark Matters ended abruptly an hour early!
I was right to be concerned about things going too smoothly two weeks ago! Now I have to decide if I'm going to get up at 04:45 next week to listen in while Dwight is in England, and I'm not.......more on STL in a bit.
After DM I read the rest of my posts and then got dressed and went to town to get 550 shekels and a carton of fags. I came home and settled in to watch Charmed and Highlander. Teadrinker called to ask what I knew about us deading some raghead Hamas leader in a car in Damascus. I still know nothing about it except the the guy got very dead. No addycoookers(helicopters) or other noises that indicate tension up here. News is on now, so I guess I'll know soon enough.
One thing that I absolutely do not understand is how those ever so self righteous peace freaks don't understand that there are at least two parties to every conflict and if one side carries on in spite of repeated efforts from the other side, things will continue to go boom, and people to get dead. Peace can not be imposed by one side alone.
Another thing that has me ripping hair out is the whole terror situation in Iraq. How is it that so few people understand that the terrorists are increasing their activity in the hope of influencing the American election. Sheesh. That Kerry crap (apologies to crap) is playing it for all it's worth, when he should be sitting in Leavenworth as a convicted traitor, not charging around the United States trying to unseat Bush.
Now our Antiquities guys are worried that the south west corner of Temple Mount might collapse during Ramadan as a result of work the Wakf did there. Yeah, I could like that. Thousands of them up there and it all falls down. Talk about a message from above! The Wakf guy is denying any danger and accusing us of provocation. We shall see! They'll blame us when it crashes, won't they?
The power went off for a while and stupidly, I took a nap. After all that struggle to get out of Night Owl mode!
Bat Chen called with great news. She won her case against her son's father! She won big. Good for her. She might come up tomorrow for a few days. Good thing Fanny's coming tomorrow. I enjoy having Bat Chen here. I'll go by Freja tomorrow and get another turkey. She's never had one and I love doing them!
Oh, yeah, STL. He's moaning and groaning that he's sick with something. I told him that I hope it's painfull. He said something to the effect it's not nice to wish someone ill, to which I could only say that what he did to me was even less nice and that he would do well to avoid being cursed by me! I'm convinced that he got the whole $ 500 and only sent me half. It's time to turn up the heat. Bat Chen is good at stuff like this. Maybe we'll be able to go to Safad and have some fun.
I was even more pissed off this morning when I saw an old Subaru for sale, an automatic, that would have been nice to have until I get around to getting a proper crip car. Thanks to him, I can't do any more than wish.....one way or another he's going to pay. Not that Subaru is my dream car, I hate them, but as a stop gap, it will do just fine. Next time I see it I'll get the phone number and check it out.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
None of that was even close to what Yom Kippur was about, but is a source of very fond memories. It's all part and parcel of the good memories I have of my childhood. Maine was such a great place to grow up. I'm just glad that I learned a long time ago that you can go back to the place of your childhood, but you can never ever go back to you childhood itself. So, yeah, I miss Maine, but even more I miss something that exists only as memories now, cherished memories, and when I really think about it, I realize that I don't want to go back there at all. In the words of the immortal Virginia Slim, "You've come a long way, baby"
I desperately want another cup of coffee, but as I had a very short nap this afternoon, I'm worried that it will keep me awake and then I'll be off Gimp Standard Time! There's Dark Matters in the morning, after all and I hate to be groggy for that after only 3 hours sleep. On the other hand, as Teadrinker will be calling any minute, I think I'll get one and settle back in here.
Friday, September 24, 2004
I went out one day to stock up on weeds and whole wheat rolls and stopped in at the bookstore to see if the new Cornwell is in yet. It's not, but they had the new Clancy and a Sandra Brown. Bought them both and have been reading the Sandra Brown avidly. I saved Clancy for tomorrow. I love his Jack Ryan books. On my way to that mall, I ran straight into road construction that required a detour. On the way home I got smart and went into the one way almost street that leads straight to Gimp House, the wrong way and took perverse pleasure in not only going in the wrong way, but on the wrong side as well. It will be less fun going to the mall(the right way) but I'll be able to look forward to going home the wrong way on the wrong side! I felt like kicking myself for not thinking of that earlier, but it looks like this old dog *can* learn new tricks!
They changed the clock here back to Standard Gimp Time Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, and I managed to pretty much get off my night owl cycle, by forcing myself to stay awake in the afternoon and not have a nap. It worked out nicely because I had an appointment with my sawbones, and I got there early. That Glow In The Dark test was well worth the pain as it shows even damage to my left knee than we thought. It's enough to get my 80% back AND there's some nasty stuff in my right shoulder that makes the electric chair a slam dunk! I guess maybe you have to be a crip to understand why that's good news.....
Teadrinker caught me on the phone yesterday just before dark. I heard an odd noise outside and contorted around to look at the street. The wind was pushing a solid wall of dust straight up the street towards me. A SOLID WALL. I've never seen anything like it. WOWSERS.
Today I was up early.......still on Standard Gimp Time and raced through e mails, then, charged into town for the newspapers, and almost ran over a bunch of Russians shlepping tons of stuff home from the supermarket. God forbid they should run out of food on a fast day. I so totally detest them. I'm in a quandry about it. On the one hand, we had to allow them to come here under the same criteria Hitler used to define who is a Jew, which means Russians with no more claim to Judaism than one grandparent can come here and be granted full rights as citizens. On the other hand, all those non Jews want things to be the way they were back in the USSR and demand pork and other concessions. That leaves us between a rock and a hard place. I don't have the answer, I'm not even sure there *is* one. I just detest them.
I finally had a spark of genius. I've been trying to figure out how to "curtain" the window in the *liberry* without buying a proper curtain and rod. It finally hit me, hang a sheet or something over the top of the window, and close it. I found an old while table cloth and hung it! Now all the synagogue goers who hang around the shelter outside my window won't be able to look in at me while they have their illegal smokes. The room hadn't even been started at this time last year and the windows were next to the computer so I saw all the *sinners*.
I'll be doing my usual crip fast. Water-doctors orders, and a soy thingy with my meds. That's it. I have the Clancy book and the local papers already next to the recliner. The TV will stay on Fox News as there isn't much else on. I've been doing a lot of soul searching as is appropriate for the days before Yom Kippur and come to few conclusions about myself. I'm not going into details here, but there hopefully will be some noticeable results implemented here. Ooooh, that was weird! I just heard crackles when I moved my neck. I wonder what the is!
Ok, That's it for this year. Tzom kal, v'gmar chatima tova!
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
I'm really happy with way the *liberry* is shaping up. Now I can see the TV from here, so will be able to spend more time at the computer! Hooray.
I made a start on rearranging the shelves and bricks for the annex to the one wall bookcase. I just love a room full of books! It will take a while to finish because I have to get more shelves and shlepping them home is a project in it's own right! But it will get done and sooner than I think. Must thank The Philmore one day for the compulsive side I got from him. I can never stop until I've finished unless I'm at the "fix it with the hammer" stage, at which point I take a break and come back to finish.
I called the registrar of voters and she'll be sending ballots at the end of the week. I am so going to enjoy voting for Bush and AGAINST the crapper at the same time. My vote is FOR and at the same time AGAINST. Kerry really gets me going. What a sleaze-(apologies to sleaze)
The whole country here is going on strike tomorrow. Banks, airports, seaports, customs, all gov't workers, everyone. For the first time I am in complete agreement with the strikers. Municipal employees have not been getting paid on time if at all. Some have gone almost a year without seeing a salary. The minister in charge refuses to transfer the salary funds to municipalities that haven't signed a reorganization agreement with his office. That is absolutely no reason to hold up workers salaries. There are laws forbidding that in the private sector and G-d help the employer who breaks those laws. But the government can? And expect the rest of us to be law abiding? I don't think so. There is no excuse for withholding employees salaries. They worked for it and because a few idiots who got elected to city councils don't want to streamline are not justification for people not getting paid for work performed. Things are going to be a bit nuts for a while. Good for Amir. He finally has a strike I can agree with!
Sunday, September 19, 2004
I called STL and insulted him by stating that he couldn't tell the truth to save his life. He announced that he sent 1100, gave me the number, then added that he didn't call because he collapsed out side the post office and got hauled off to the reair shop. He says there'll be more in a few days..........and pigs will fly. As soon as the dogs have been out for half an hour, I'm off to collect it and I just might pay cash for that TV. It works out the same if I pay cash or use the credit card. Cash solves the problem of having the sale reported to the TV licensing people. Yup, cash! That's $ 220 for a 25" TV! Too good a deal to pass up.
I was up half to three quarters of the night working on that poster/flyer and got it done at 09:45, but when I attached it to the e mail, it got all screwed up. Pictures and text in the wrong places. Must investigate later. I think the whole thing is pretty much crap but sent it anyway. On the up side, I learned a lot about that prog and after ironing out a bug or infestation thereof, just might get to get to like it!
Saturday, September 18, 2004
I think I just might have figured out why I have such a compulsion to watch that movie EVERY TIME it's on. Yeah, the fact that I love the music is part of it, but an even larger part is the same reason I watch figure skating in spite of the fact that I can't do that any more. I can still feel it inside. I'm not quite sure how this can be explained; but, everytime I watch Worlds or Europeans, I can feel every move they make inside. I know I can feel it because once upon a time I could *do* it. It's the same with Dirty Dancing. I can feel the dances while they are doing them. In fact, my upper body dances along with them. It might be hard to believe looking at me today, but anyone who knew me in '85/6 when I was 64 K. (multiply by 2.2 for lbs.) will have no trouble picturing it. Ahhhhh for the good old days. It's just not the same in a wheelchair. The up side is that my upper body still works ok, so I can half dance. I've got to get that movie on CD. This monitor is bigger than my last three TVs so it should be ok watching it here and dancing along on this chair will be ok too.
Of course I tried to dance standing up, but almost passed out from the pain....so I don't think I'll be doing that again any time soon.
Fox news has been running in the background, and the election shenanigans there just reinforce my reasons for leaving there even more than those for coming here, where things are often as, if not more, insane. Somehow I'm not surprised.
Tomorrow is Sunday and I'm looking forward to Dark Matters and already wondering what challenges will be thrown way while trying to connect! Must remember to check Reality Radio's site tonight to see if they've changed anything since last week. That is the only thing that could possibly get me up, out of bed, and semi functioning at 05:30 on a Sunday morning.
I think I have just enough time to get the turkey off the bones before a mini CSI marathon starts at 13:30. Better get to it before it just rots off the bones, which will be good for winter soup.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Tomorrow I have to take the meat off the turkey carcass, wash and cut the veggies and do some design stuff that is all planned out in my head and I spent hours downloading the progs for that today. I won't be bored. I have to get the STL site looking better and ready to go on Sunday! His time is up.
Poor Bat Chen has had the worst few weeks imaginable and couldn't leave the house. The lock on her door broke and now she can't lock it from either side. She can't get it fixed until Sunday because the locksmiths charge rediculous prices to come out on a holiday. Can't say I blame her for deciding to wait. It's just too bad she couldn't get away for a few days. She needs the break and we have a good time together. Maybe she'll be sorted by next weekend and come then. Yom Kippur with her could be good.
I'm going to make another attempt at clearing off my desktop. It didn't work the way I hoped it would. Maybe this time?
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
I woke up in a panic at 10:15, thought "turkey", threw on a caftan, took the dogs for a quick walk, and after bringing them in, headed for town to get the turkey. Pre coffee even. Traffic was backed up to my street from the traffic circle at the intersection with the main street. I did my up on the side walk trick and couldn't believe my eyes. Kiryat Shemonah's finest were holding up traffic from all 4 directions to hand out flowers! There were 3 Vespas and 2 cop cars parked in the middle of the circle and several cops armed with bunches of flowers in each lane leading into the roundabout! They were stopping every single car to give out the flowers. I just zipped around the circle as it was pretty much at a stand still. This on the eve of our New Year when the shops close early. I got the turkey and decided to take him home, then go back for the papers, did my zip round the circle trick and got home quickly considering that traffic was by now backed up even more. Put the turkey away and charged off again to get the papers. Still no coffee, but the the traffic jam was even worse. Again escaped flowerless, got the papers and home to a nice coffee or two. While the K.S. Kops were handing out flowers, every single handicapped parking space I went by was occupied by a car without a disabled parking card. EVERY SINGLE ONE. And the cops were handing out flowers instead of tickets. Only here could that happen! Coffeeless and in a hurry, I didn't bother to stop and take any pictures of the insanity. My chick is stuffed and in the oven. What a great smell. As it's a holiday, the TV schedule is all messed up. I think I'll watch Fox and enjoy the Rathergate stuff and read the local papers. Not much news in them, lots of ads though. Actually there is an ok movie on later. I'm tired enough so that maybe this won't be another late night.
On the way home I stopped in at Fanny's for a little visit. Then home, then at 21:55 I headed out for the grocery shop-the one that stays open until 23:00 before holidays. I got there and the place was almost deserted, except for a bunch of freaking Russians with their genetic accidents. When I got there, the kid sitting outside with guard asked the guard if and why I'm allowed to go in on Harley. I gave him my 'evil eye' and said that people who can't walk go shopping on these! He had the sense to look properly abashed. Got everything I need for the long weekend holiday, all that's left is to get the turkey and frozen onions tomorrow morning and I'm all set! Bat Chen still doesn't if she's coming or not. Truth to tell, I don't much care. I'd just as soon be alone. The kids are coming up with Romi on Friday. It's about time and I think I have Guy to thank for that. I'll take tons of pictures! I got some designer chocolates for Irit. Ferrero Rocher and I'll think of something for Guy tomorrow! Romi, I already know what to get for her, but as there are none in town, she'll have to wait.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Tomorrow I'll go find out exactly how much she ran up on the phone. I'll take care of STL later. Ain't life fun?
Monday, September 13, 2004
A purple blur wheels franticaly into the room brandishing a sheet of paper. "Sorry I was late this morning" the purple blur gaspes, and hands the note to Don and Dwight, who wage a short tug of war over the now torn and wrinkled paper."Oh, never mind the note! I'll just tell you. For the last month or so, I've been getting up at 05:45 to have time to reboot, get coffee, and settle in to listen to D.M. The last 3 weeks I got up five minutes earlier because Windows Media Player had to be reinstalled. This morning I was ready for that, and got up at 05:30, only to discover that WMP is no longer an option. I had to down load RealTime before I could tune in. Ragamuffin and Pegasus kept telling me to hurry because they didn't want to miss hearing about Buckwheat. They wrote the note you two just ripped to shreds" finished the purple blur with a sigh, and wondering what challenge the D.M. cosmos has in store for next week. And just in case you're wondering, it *is* worth it!
Ok, so now how do I turn it to the right color without retyping it?
I'll just leave it. The rest of the day wasn't a whole lot better. Had a royal scream up with STL, who says $ 500 should be here tomorrow, and more in the next few days. Wanna buy a bridge? I'll believe it when I see it. I just bummed around the house all day and got absolutely nothing done, unless pondering type thinking counts.
I'm still outraged at the world. Iran is thumbing it's nose at everyone, along with Sudan, Syria and North Korea. They are assuming that the US is too busy in Iraq and Afghanistan to get serious about them. There's a State Department type in the area now who delivered a message to Assad Jr. and is here to report, supposedly. Syria won't be leaving Lebanon any time soon. Such a shame. First Arafart's thugs destroyed the country, then the Assad dy'nasty' took it over. And it's all our fault. If only we'd let ourselves be slaughtered quietly by the Nazis, the world would be a much better place today. Where has morality, right and wrong gone? Ooof, It's bed time.
Friday, September 10, 2004
I've been having quiet hysterics since I saw the news. It seems
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Richard just called and said that they are not taking the coffee shop internet, and that things are looking very bleak for them. They said many times before they opened that they know that it will take lots of time and patience to build anything in this town and that is true. So many people said so many negative things to them that I'm a bit concerned that the negativity got to them. It's too bad because when people talk like that, it's usually a sign that they are jealous and human nature being what it is, it hurts them to see someone try to bring a good idea to fruition.It seems they're even getting it from relatives, the very ones who should be pulling for them, but then, they are human beings who suffer from human nature as well. He did suggest that I take my internet idea to Ava on my own, but I don't want to do it on my own. I think I'll go in later when he's there on his own and suggest a few modifications to the whole idea. If what he's really worried about is people he once owed money to finding them through the net,I can take their names out of the site and the pics from the blog.Their name is just too good not to use and he just might go for it if they are screened from old creditors.It's easy enough to shield them if that's their problem.*Names can be changed to protect theinnocent* I'm just a bit sad that they've only given it a little over a month and gotten so discouraged.
Of course being involved with that took my mind off of the whole STL mess and kept my rage towards him from building up too much. It's way up there right now because today was the last day to pay for the tickets to England.*That* hurts. I might as well resign myself to the fact that he will never pay it off and figure out a painfull punishment, one that will hurt even more than the web site. These are the times I really miss Mark. He was so good at coming up with stuff like that! His plan for Chickotai was sheer genius. I'll just have to try to think like he did. Ah well,
On the up side, I learned a whole lot about website design. Not enough to be able to market it as a skill, but enough not to be afraid of it any more.
Last month when Achy took me to the dress rehearsal at Kfar Blum, I fell in love with the white French Provincial grand piano, and even though I can't play so much as half a note on anything, and live in an apartment that is smaller than the average postage stamp, I decided that I want it. So far so good? You with me? If that's not enough, I've fallen in love with a BBC Prime prog which in itself should tell you something considering my antipathy towards the Beeb. It's called Escape To The Country and the presenters try to find to match city folk who want to move to the country with their dream country estate. Being a nutter about houses, this is the show for me. My big thing has always been old houses, and kitchens are my favorite rooms. This show has me hooked on Agas. After reading gazillions of books that mention Agas, I finally know what they are. I mentioned to Teadrinker that I want an Aga and she scoffed at the very thought, and in a most dismissive manner told me they don't make them in purple and anyway Gimp House is too small. I told her in my most serious voice that I don't care how big Agas are (they do make them in purple, I checked!) I'm going to get one as soon as I find a spot for the French Provincial piano! Poor Teadrinker took me seriously and that's what got me going. I finally figured out that she took me at my word because I rarely don't get what I want.......she kind of didn't get the part about this thing with the piano and Aga is like the Ice Berg Expeditions. The fact that there have never been, nor is it likely there ever will be ice bergs in the Med has never stopped me from going on an expedition to look for them! I never really had to explain that one to her, but she missed the point that the piano and Aga are exactly the same. A quirky hook to hang my fantasy dreams from in my head! I know that I'll never see an ice berg in the Med or have a place to put a grand piano, never mind an Aga, but I can go on cruises to look for nonexistant icebergs, AND plan a Gimp House with that white French Provincial grand piano and a purple Aga! There's a law against fantasizing and teasing people with my fantasies? If they want to think I've lost it, that's their problem. I'm having fun and it hurts no one! It's just me!
Every time they go into a kitchen on that show I start sqeaking Aga and have a whole discussion with Ragamuffin about that kitchen and Agas! Raggy just looks saddly back at me. She gets it. If the Westie who would be stupid if she had a brain can get it, why can't smart people?
Mara told me today that they love what I've done with the web site, especially what I've written there. They both like the text. I think I'll add a link to there here even though it's not even close to finished, in case any one wants a look-see! In fact, I think I'll add it here so I don't have to mess around too much at 01:00.
I'll add the link to the page over the week end, but for now, that's the link to the Yoffee Coffee website. Comments are welcome.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
We have decided to take Yoffee Coffee to the net IF Ava agrees. They should. I found one other site in Israel selling coffee over the net and Ava is one of their suppliers, so there's no reason we shouldn't be able to as well. I checked hosting options here and as none of us has a credit card that works out side the country, we are pretty much stuck with the higher prices here. There is one major advantage to using a local server for our site and that is being able to pick up the phone any time to get advice. I'll be staying in today to try and figure out how to add pages to the site at Tripod. I like the way it's shaping up, and it looks better already than the other one I saw, if I do say so myself.
Yesterday I took some pictures for the site. Artsy fartsy, but pretty good. Thank G-d for digicams. I came home hot, hurting, and tired after taking the pics. I'm going to post them at the Y.C. blog here. Taking pictures in and of itself is not exactly hard work, but getting the stuff off the shelves and arranging it asthetically is tough on a gimp, and I just can't let anyone else do it. Being The Philmore's daughter means I can't stop until it's done. That means coming home and sitting here and letting the frustration level rise to dangerous levels.
I was nasty to Teadrinker when she called. Much as I love her and understand how hard it is for her, I *do* have a life and it was hard not to throw that at her. I just can't take the time to sit and listen to a minute by minute description of her day. When I finally couldn't take anymore, and she made a comment to the effect that I wasn't listening to her, it was all I could do to not say, "I have a life" In the end I said something a little less nasty, but not much, and we hung up. We'll probably end up going through the whole thing again today, but later. I'm not going out until 14:00 or so. Too much to catch up on here.
It looks like I'd better come to grips with not going to England. I have to pay for the flight and hotel by Thursday, and STL isn't going to pay by then. He thinks that if I tell him when it is he'll be able to futz around to the last minute but it doesn't work that way. Brian's e mail and the site are ready to go, and go they will.
It's time to get the dogs in, and go to Y.C. for an update there. I wish more readers both here and there would post comments, even if the ones here are along the lines of;"How can you stand yourself and your boring life?"
Sunday, September 05, 2004
Richard liked the blog I've started for Yoffee Coffee but Mara hasn't seen it yet.And I actually got the hit counter installed there! I'm getting better at this stuff. Go gimp!
Romi called me a while ago and gurgled with me for a few minutes. Ok, off to Bravenet before my shows start!
Saturday, September 04, 2004
One of these years I'll figure out how to get the picture with right post, but that won't be today. I've spent 3 hours here messing around with the pictures and at long last, have pretty much figured it out. Above is a view of the *liberry* from my computer chair with the blast door open. These boks are among the safest in the world. The room was built over the Africa Syria earthquake fault which runs directly under the room and is the reason the support columns were dug two meters deeper than originally planned! The walls and ceiling are made of 30-40cm thick steel reinforced concrete and are supposed to withstand a direct hit by missiles. The a/c is also an air filtration system and the window and door are blast resistant. There are blast shutters on the window that close when needed.
One day I'll turn the journal I kept of the building process into a website. The contractor wants a translation into Hebrew, but he's not getting it until a few things are finished. On second thought, I could post it as a site and tell him to get it translated himself!
I guess it's time to go and post at Yoffee Coffee, and ask Richard and Mara what they think of it. Then get started on the bookcase annex!
The Harry and Louise Abelon *Liberry*
Here it is in most of it's glory! It sure took long enough to figure out how to use that F***ing blogger blot picture thingy, but I think I've figured it out now! If only I could figure out how to get the pics to publish on the right post? One day I'm sure I will, I think, maybe.
At least I got pics here after gabbling on and on about building the thing!
Friday, September 03, 2004
Aurelia called a little after 22:00 and wanted to know if it was too late to pop in for a visit. As I haven't seen her in ages, I said, "Come on over!" We sat in the *liberrry* which she loved. I told The Philmore about the bookcase and he sounded proud of his gimp daughter for building it all by herself. Go Gimp! I think I'll start on the annex shelves tomorrow in there. I can get the shelves on Sunday, but in order to know exactly how many I need, I'll have to take the 'too high' shelves off and move the books that will go on the annex. Not too much work and just right for tomorrow.
I started a blog here for Mara and Richard's Yoffee Coffee shop, but I can't figure out how to take my profile off and put theirs on. I'm also going to have play with that pic posting site again, I want their pics there. Ah, well, I can always kick it out if it doesn't behave! I WAS RIGHT! The *other* newspaper had a blurb about the coffee shop this week and I didn't even have to go in there! Richard was thrilled. I'm dying to hear what he says about what I posted at *his* blog!
Thursday, September 02, 2004
One of the people killed in the twin bus bombing worked at the Post Office here. Sad day for us post office regulars. Damn those murderous ragheads.
There's a bad feeling in the air up here again and "they" are doing maintenance work on the shelters. It feels like trouble is coming our way again. There was a bit of talk about a Syrian connection to the bus bombing, which would explain the tense feeling.
This double stuff has got me wondering.......two airplanes in Russia, 2 bombers in Moscow and two buses here. Is it some kind of sick terrorist symbolism representing the twin towers? Maybe I'll post something about that at Dark Matters?
I ran out of fags this morning and couldn't find the packs I *knew* were somewhere around here, so I went charging out to get some and to get my meds for the month. Got half way to town and found that I'd left my wallet at home. Dumb me. Raced back to get it,(if you call 10 kilometers an hour racing) bought 2 cartons, got meds and stopped in at Yehiel's (a car was parked ON the ramp) to ask him to come have a look at the little Sony to see if it's worth saving. He'll be along later, if the Sony is dead, I'll decide what to get to replace it. I really want a TV in the *liberry*. That room will be so nice to sit and read/watch TV in. I'm getting a bit tired of doing that in bed because that's where the big TV is, and there's no chair. The recliner is in the *liberry* with all the books, so that will be nice. I just love the way that room feels now. While I was 'doing the books' I was keeping an eye out for a book I enjoyed a few years ago. For some reason, I though it was a Dean Koonts book, of course I never found it. On Sunday I stopped at the bookstore and got two new books-one a new James Patterson , the other a Grisham. Guess what the Patterson is? Ha! The sequel to the one I'd been keeping an eye out for. Not Koontz, but Patterson. So there.
I got home just in time for Charmed, and put 1 carton of fags away in the drawer, I brought the other in here after a short nap and found 4 packs hiding on top of the monitor. I knew I had more!
I really should go out and do some shopping. I must get back on the macro. My modifications are not working. Sheesh, I hate shopping on Fridays, so it's now or........
I also want to ask the computer guy at that mall about hand held devices. I want one for reading e books, in bed, on buses and airplanes. I'm having trouble holding books and I can't sit here for too long at a go. I don't know much about what will suit, so will start picking brains, then decide.
I think I'll make a cup of coffee, call Barak about a site for Richard and Mara, then, go shopping. Yup, sounds like a plan!