Two Views of Kitten
On his chair, wide awake:
On the sofa, stretched out and napping:
The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Thriving Purslane
Wow! Looky here – my purslane is thriving!
And to think that I’d almost given up on it.
A few days ago, I saw the first seed cup.
By now, there are more seed cups, so I can start giving seeds to anyone who wants them. Locals, let me know if you’d like some purslane seeds, and I’ll be happy to give you a bunch.
Around and About
Two pictures from my brief trip to Efrat last week:
A view from inside the protected bus stop:
One of several similar trucks that I saw heading south:
Back in Jerusalem, some street art in the Talpiot industrial zone. The legend here reads, in Hebrew, “Tzav giyus,” which means, in its correct spelling, a call-up order from the army. Here, though, the word “tzav” is spelled differently, rendering the meaning “turtle.”
A Rare View of the Talpiot Industrial Zone
Well, rare for me, that is.
Last week, after the demonstration against the segregated bus lines, I took a bus to work, which is located in the Talpiot industrial zone. This particular bus stopped just outside the industrial zone, so I had some walking to do in order to reach my destination. I didn’t mind. I can always use the exercise, it was a beautiful day, and I had my camera with me.
And so, without further ado, here are some of the pictures that I took on the way to work:
The Egged bus depot, where many of Egged’s buses go to sleep at night:
A large, full-service fuel station at the entrance to the industrial zone, complete with a taxi stand:
A tire-pressure chart in Hebrew and English, by make and model of the car:
A used-car lot called New Chicago Cars. (Someday I’ll get up enough courage to ask the owners why they chose that particular name.)
A wild tobacco plant, Nicotiana glauca, growing by the side of the road.
Motorcycles
A model motorcycle in a display window at the Malha mall:
A real motorcycle parked in Jerusalem’s Talpiot industrial zone:
(Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about motorcycles and have never ridden one in my life. But I think that they are beautiful to look at and to photograph, and I do hope to ride one just once.)
Demonstration against Segregation
Last week, I attended another demonstration against the segregated bus lines. (On principle, I refuse to call them “mehadrin” lines or anything else but what they are: segregated.) Here are several photos:
Some of the signs, stating that segregated buses are a violation of halakhah (Jewish religious law) and that in Israel, we do not require any particular group to sit in the back of the bus, so why demand it of women?
An exhibit at the demonstration. The black plastic chairs are, of course, meant to symbolize seats on a public bus. The signs read: “For Sephardim only,” “For secular people only,” “For Arabs only,” “For Ethiopians only,” “For non-Jews only,” “For homosexuals only,” “For women only.”
The exhibit, photographed at another angle:
When I watched the exhibit being prepared, I asked one of the other demonstrators, “Who’s the seat in front for?” The answer came back, “For normal people!” I cracked up in that instant... but the message wasn’t lost on me, nor, evidently, was it lost on the people who passed by in their cars and honked in support.
Here, a “normal person” (in other words, a man) sits in the front seat of the bus, and everyone else must sit behind him.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Cat-Sitting Once Again
Guess what – I’m a cat-sitter once again!
Meet my friend’s cat, known simply as The Kitten. He looks to be at least partly Maine Coon. He’s affectionate and sweet, and I’m in love.
Curled up, showing a bit of fang:
Did I mention that I’m in love? Well, I am, and I don’t care who knows it!
New Background Image
See that background image? It’s not the one that was there before.
I decided that I wanted to use an image of my own as my background image. I found this post on the Blogger help forums, and then tried out a bunch of photos until I found one I liked.
I also figured out what portion of the photo Blogger uses as the background image. That means that now, when I take photos, I can compose the pic in a way that may allow me to use it for a future background image.
I really like this new system. I can do so much more, and I’m learning a lot!
(Here’s another great post about how to change the background image if you’re using the Picture Window template.)
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A New Site
Long ago (well, probably more like a hundred years ago in Internet years), I designed the website for my women’s tefilla group, Shirat Sara.
A while back, I decided that it was time to redo the site on Blogger, and I just completed it. The end result is here.
It’s two sites, actually – English and Hebrew. Each links to the other. Check ’em out!
UPDATE: I finished another one. Check out the Leader Minyan’s new home page. (In Hebrew, too.)
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Monday, July 05, 2010
Remnants
When I saw these items on a low stone wall near the trash bin in the parking lot of my apartment building, I had to wonder, for a few moments, about their history.
An Easter card (in Polish, I think); a small wooden box that had once held tea from Nepal but now held partially-used Sabbath candles (not pictured); a small red flower; and a slide.
Here is a closeup of the slide:
To me, it looks like a silhouette of a group of people talking comfortably around a potted plant with tall, broad leaves.
Day of the Dolls
When I was in the Rehavia neighborhood last Friday morning, I passed a florist shop (where Rita the tortie hangs out), and saw what looked like a display of rag dolls facing the street:
Then, on my way home, I passed a terrace with an effigy of what looked like a young man wearing pajamas:
I guess one could call it the Day of the Dolls.
Attempted Rescue
A few nights ago, I saw a kitten trapped on this ledge (click on the photo to see the notes of where it was, and where I was):
I could see that this kitten was trapped, and was not going to get off the ledge without help.
So I grabbed a flashlight, a step-stool and a small bowl of canned cat food and headed out to the far wall, which is actually at ground level on the other side. I went up the step-stool, climbed over the wall, carefully let myself down onto the ledge (although that far wall looks low, it’s actually a bit high for a person of my height), and put the food bowl down near the kitten, who wouldn’t even look at it. Instead, it hissed and backed away from me, redoubling its frantic efforts to find a way off the ledge.
Although I have a slight fear of heights, I realized that I could handle this situation. The ledge is fairly broad, and I was in no danger of falling. A resident of the building watched me from the entrance, but did nothing – he couldn’t do anything from where he was, anyway, and I assume that he could tell from the kitten’s loud cries of distress, the food bowl in my hand, and my attempts to calm the kitten, why I was there.
Gathering my courage, I crouched near the wall, reached out and grabbed the kitten – who was leaning over the ledge by this time – by the scruff of its neck, lifted it up and whisked it to the upper ledge on the far side, which leads to safety.
I put the kitten down next to the food bowl, but it didn’t even look at the food. It bolted almost the moment that its paws touched the surface.
Sigh.
Well, I tried.
Saturday, July 03, 2010
Two Cats
A local cat poses for the camera:
Hadi watches a fly:
The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Then and Now
Just under five years ago, I took this photo of the elm tree in the front yard of our building.
Several months ago, the tree had to be cut back severely because of disease. Branches were rotting from the inside, causing a significant risk of injury to passersby. It was sad to see the tree cut down so drastically, but it was necessary.
Still, there is hope. The tree's growth is coming back dramatically:
Maybe there will even be seeds next spring – which means that the local parakeet community will come to eat them, and maybe I’ll even get to take pictures of them.
Hey, a girl can hope.
A New Look
Actually, it was Elisson who inspired me.
I’d been thinking about it for a long time, and today I decided to buckle down and do it. This evening, I finally upgraded to Blogger’s new template system and chose a new template for my blog. It took quite a bit of work, but now it’s done. Ta-da!
So... how do you like my new look?
There will probably be other changes, since not only does this system make them fairly easy to do, but I can also navigate the CSS in the template pretty well. I figure that I’ll take a few days to go through my photos, and then I’ll choose one of them as the background image.
And then, who knows? I may change the image again at some point to fit the season, an upcoming holiday, or my mood on a particular day. Or I may change the color scheme. Or the template. Or anything I darn well please, as often as I like, simply because I can.
Or maybe not. I’ll see how I feel.
After all, this is my own tiny little corner of the Internet.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Play Ball!
Who needs the World Cup championships when I can watch Hadi playing ball?
The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Little Blogger Makes the Big Time
I remember the day I took this photo very well.
I was on a bus coming from a tour of the City of David the Passover before last. My traveling companion was an American woman who needed directions, and since I wasn’t pressed for time that day, I offered to guide her to the next leg of her journey.
The full blog post about that ride is here.
I was infuriated to see that security guards were enforcing segregation on the bus, which has not been designated as a segregated bus. I kept my camera out and took some photos, which I published both on this blog and on my Flickr page.
Some weeks ago, I got a phone call from a writer at The Jewish Daily Forward asking permission to use a photo of mine for a story that he was writing about segregated buses in Israel. I said, “Sure,” and named my fee. He agreed, and the photo is running in today’s edition—on the front page!
The article is here.
Tiny little blogger makes the big time. I like the sound of that!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
More Citizen Activism (or, The Squeaky Wheel Gets the Shekel)
If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s paying for something and then not getting what I paid for.
About a week and a half ago, I was heading to work from downtown when I needed to use the bathroom. Just across the street, I saw one of the coin-operated bathrooms that the Jerusalem municipality installed recently, and decided to use it.
The “Vacant” light was on...
... so I paid my shekel and pulled the door, which wouldn’t open. I pushed the refund button, but my shekel didn’t come back.
By now I was pretty annoyed. I called the municipality’s hotline and complained, and eventually, after quite a runaround, I managed to speak with the head of the sanitation department. Unlike the others I had spoken to, he was understanding and accommodating—even when I asked for my shekel back on the grounds that the municipality gets enough of my money in taxes every year.
And so, several days later, we met near the parking lot of my workplace, and he handed me two shekels: one to make up for the one that I had lost, and a second one for the woman who had tried to use the automatic bathroom as I was speaking to the municipality people, and had inserted her shekel before I could reach her.
Since I don’t know who the woman is, I donated that shekel to charity. I put the other one toward a small bag of chocolates that I shared at the office.
Citizen activism: it pays!
Some Pics from the Weekend
Last Thursday night, my group, Et Al, had a gig up north in Kiryat Tivon, a gorgeous suburb of Haifa.
The gig went fantastically—I think it was our best one yet. I spent the night at my friend Joanna’s, and early Friday afternoon, we headed to Mifgash ha-Steak, an excellent, reasonably-priced kosher grill restaurant in Herzliya’s hi-tech zone, for lunch.
We ordered Middle Eastern salads for appetizers. I’m sorry I forgot to take pictures of them when they arrived. They were varied, colorful and delicious. I didn’t count how many of them there were, but there were a lot. We had great fun sampling each one.
And then came the meal we had ordered: the mixed grill for two.
It was heavenly. We couldn’t finish it. The only suggestion that I would make to the management would be to include two lamb chops instead of one, since it’s not easy to split one lamb chop between two people. I can᾿t imagine that it would increase the cost by all that much, and I’d be willing to pay it.
Then came dessert. I usually don’t order dessert when I eat out, but this time I did. I asked for one scoop of raspberry sorbet and ordered Turkish coffee, which is said to aid digestion. By the end of this meal, I needed all the help I could get!
Then, we drove to the nearby marina to get a look at the sea and the boats. This boat appears to be a navy vessel:
Then we saw something a bit more connected to land: a magnificent, gleaming Harley-Davidson motorcycle:
At home, I was greeted by a praying mantis resting on a newspaper that was sticking out of a mail slot:
Then it was back home for Shabbat and rest. In all, an excellent weekend.
Just Nine Tenths? I Think Not
It would seem that recently, Hadi has learned one important word:
“Mine.”
The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Around and About
A metal gate at the Mahane Yehuda open-air market:
Open drainage holes in a Haredi neighborhood. According to one resident, the local residents opened them in order to prevent children from using the area as a soccer pitch.
The light rail tracks from one angle...
... and from another.
World news: in Hungarian, English, French, Romanian and Amharic.
Construction across the street from Jerusalem’s central bus station. I believe that it is for the new train station at the International Convention Center, for the fast train to Tel Aviv that we’re supposed to get one of these years.
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Silly
(With apologies to Burt Bacharach, Hal David and Dionne Warwick)
What do you get when you kiss a cat?
You get enough fur to sew a blanket,
And for a week, you’ll sit and yank it—
I’ll... never kiss a cat again....
(Don’t believe me!)
I’ll... never kiss a cat again!
“That’s silly, Rahel.”
You’re right, Your Ladyship. It’s very silly.
“But it’s cute.”
Thank you, Hadi. Gimme five!
“Sure, as long as you give me a bellyrub.”
The Friday Ark. The Carnival of the Cats.
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