ich shtarb avec – i had barely managed to begin to kvetch about catching Ezi’s flu when the great computer divinity swooped down and restarted me. and you know i write on line (sometimes on this site first and sometimes on the other one – but always with a quick paste into the other one before i save.
Forget it, the unsaved is best forgotten.
Tomorrow is student day at the university – i used to enjoy it so much but nowadays classes end at 12 and the students go off and we have to stick around to figure out how we can possibly manage this semester. I should be better by tomorrow but i’d much rather be able to get into the spirit of ‘almost summer’ of the students then ‘the winter of our discontent’ of our faculty.
And we all know our students deserve the very best – equipment, teachers, support – most of them only get to university after army service so they are much older, and many many have to work to support themselves (at least 20 hours a week) so they are not allowed to live the life of the American or British campus. When I was a student I was pretty amazed by the special treatment I got, and the money and the encouragement was the cause of my success, such that it is. The students here have to have much more determination than I ever needed to get through a degree, that’s for sure.
When you slipped back into bed
You were like ice
All your limbs cold
Even your chest frozen
And my feet warmed your feet
My hands your hands
My face your face
But my heart my heart
Warmed
From yours
May 19, 2009
If you’re a Hebrew speaker, you might want to check out Orit’s article on Ynet. If you can’t read Hebrew you probably have problems with languages, perhaps as a result of ADHD – in that case you really NEED to read this article….
ADD and all those disorders seem to me to be a result in part of the tempo of contemporary life. too much to give attention your to.
Certainly it is hard to focus. I walked past two of my students in Zara today, and said in my usual academic tone, “Shalom.” They kept walking, conversing in Arabic, and five seconds later turned around, and slowly a shocked look appeared on their faces. Then giggles all around.
But the business of context appears all over the place. Just before Zara I was getting rid of the feeling that I might have picked Ezi’s flu up by stocking up on Lancome. “I heard about you,” the salesgirl said. “This guy told me he was surprised you speak Hebrew – he says you only spoke English in class.” Turns out the perfume guy took some classes with me. But I maintained my cool until she added, “Then he told us some of the things you say! My goodness!” I think i bought an extra lipstick just to cover my embarrassment.
