He’s another guy in my thoughts all day. I keep looking for a site that updates his situation – is he getting better? Will he be able to write again? The Fatwa was on for so many years I thought it wouldn’t happen. We took it as a joke. It was just like with Rabin. Extremists mean business.
I know I wrote something about his death a few days ago, but it keeps coming back to me – that he was so single-minded about singing that he didn’t seem to notice the time passing. That he was a broken old man and still wanted to be a rock singer. When I too was going that route, he was making a comeback with The High Hats, and everyone thought it was a joke. But he did it, he did it straight and he did it well. Maybe that’s why he stays in my mind.
Because Ezi had previously gone through the Mohs procedure – where they take out a skin growth, do a biopsy to make sure they got everything, and then go through the process again. He has sailed through them in the past, resting up for a few hours and then going back to whatever he was doing before.
But this time it’s on a place on his neck that makes it painful to move. This means I’ve got to do the cooking 🙂 and last night we discovered the kids are coming back tomorrow (hungry I hope) and my book club is coming for dinner on sunday.
So as much as I want to follow Zahava Galron’s progress in the political carnival now, I am too involved in domesticity. My vegan cold cherry soup needs a bit of spicing up, and the taste of my Gevetch reveals I didn’t remember all of the ingredients properly. I’m not even satisfied with the Szekeley goulash yet. Once I’ve gotten them right, however, I’ll be happy to share them with you. Haven’t made the Hungarian applesauce cake yet, but I want everything to be in the taste of Hedy Lamarr, just so we can talk about her with some measure of experience.
it must have been 10 years ago – the Knesset wanted to know about writers and their needs. Someone posted the picture of Avihai speaking for Avihai Kimhai’s birthday and I remembered that the moment they snapped this picture, I was realizing that something could be done for the arts – but it was going to be because of Avihai, not weaklings like me. My mood had been so positive entering the meeting – but now you can see in the picture how glum I am.
people keep asking me why I’m doing this evening on the 25 in so many languages. well one reason is simply that 3 of the books that came out during COVID have been dual language in other languages – french-english, yiddish-english, danish-english. The other languages have given me perspectives on my own language, but they have also helped me become more aware of the multilingualism that seems to become more common in Israel. The fear of Yiddish, for example, has disappeared. Arabic appears more often in Hebrew, and there is much more interest in the language. French too.
come on guys, don’t forget to come by next Thursday, if only to drink wine and eat cheese, but also to understand the difference between languages, and the different identities we have when we move between languages.
Even though the Forward has lost its connection with Israel, I read it all the time and am especially happy when they play Jewish Geography, a game I’ve always enjoyed but almost forgotten about. So this week’s Jewish geography lesson is a book about Elvis
and I ate it up. But our game in the family isn’t whether someone is Jewish or not. We ASSUME it. The fun is when it is some other race. Today, for instance, when I got fed up with my credit card and decided to get another one I filled out a form online and a guy called to finish the process. He talked so fast I had to stop him to repeat himself a few times and clarify. To Ezi I noted that he must be a yeshiva boy because he speaks like haredim pray. But I waited until the end to ask him what his name was. “Ali.” “Pleased to meet you, Ali.” “And you.”
Apparently, people my age are not supposed to be standing in lines. I’m old – even though I think I don’t look my age. So I can forgive the people who don’t offer to give me their place. But the guy today who complained that he should have been before me in line went a little further than usual. In a loud tone, he told the saleslady that I wedged in the line after he’d been waiting. The saleslady, who had been busy on whatsapp the whole time I was standing there, shouted back at him that she’d been taking care of me for half an hour and he had some nerve. His response was to dump his shopping basket on the floor and stomp out of the store.
Since I haven’t been out shopping for a long time and today I did a lot of errands, I was suddenly reminded of the behavior difference that people have been complaining to me about. I mean the lack of sympathy and awareness of others. Other people have become dangerous to us. And both the saleswoman and the customer reminded me of it.