There are so many things going on right now it is impossible to choose. Some are still on Zoom – some are live – some are just published. Concerts, athletic games, plays, even parties. More are safe but some seem a little beyond safe. We met Rachel for a drink on the beach the other evening
All these opportunities have become confusing. I bought tickets for a concert, and an opera, and a play and then started thinking – what do I really want to see. What do I really want to do with my time? Oh dear, I’ve become used to staying at home and watching stupid series. And you?
Now that we’re leaving home we think a lot about what to wear, and I look into my closet and don’t know what to throw out. Not only because I don’t know what the styles will be but I don’t know what I will be doing, how hot it will get, whether I will be with others… or what. The idea of another generation like the post-pandemic post-war roaring 20’s is fascinating, but how much further can we go?
Pressure, yes. I don’t know anyone who follows the news – they say it’s too painful, so they stay away. From my first time in Israel I learned that no one ever missed the news. It was turned up loud in the bus, in the grocery, every hour. Even if we were deep in a conversation, we stopped for the news. We knew that our fate depended on it.
It’s different now. Our inability to really understand what is going on makes the news painful without being informative. Why are we being told what we are told? Is it true? Is it slanted? Is it shaped by the government, by some advertisers, by attention-seekers? Is it meant to scare us? comfort us? deceive us? Perhaps it is better to avoid the news, feel no pain.
but what is really going on? makes you nervous, doesn’t it?
No one really believed it would work – everyone thought Bibi had an ace up his sleeve and he would never give back the mandate. And at midnight tonight, he did. But now no one really believes Lapid will be able to form a new government, so they are not daring to get excited. 10 times bitten 11 times shy.
I’m looking for a musician, almost any kind of musician who wants to work with spoken word. When I looked back over the music I’ve done with various musicians, I see how inspired I am. Like this one: Thin Lips
One thing I know. With any luck, we’ll be stuck home this summer. Even a vacation home is impossible to find. Leaving the country is not a good idea, and the very concept of touring is frightening – going off into the unknown. this wouldn’t bother me at all if it weren’t so hot in Tel Aviv. Tel Aviv in the summer is wonderful for the beach, the pool – all safe places. But I am too old for the sun, and already have all the skin damage I could possibly want.
What do you think our future will look like? Is the water level rising, will cities disappear? Will we have a government this week? Are my friends in India going to be safe? Will the terrible situation in India be helped by the intervention of the rest of the world or will the rest of the world be ruined by the plague in India?
I had coffee today with an old friend I hadn’t seen all year. All we talked about was household management in the year that has passed – cleaning, cooking, tv – and how we have aged. And then we walked through the strip mall, for the first time uninterested in buying something new to wear. And it suddenly it occurred to me that we may be on the verge of a renewed youth, a new age, with pared-down needs, a more clear view of what is important and what isn’t.