on five very important hours

after posting, i spent some more time transferring from my blog over ouzo and lemonade (an interesting parallel to arak and grapefruit juice). i was so tired after such a long morning that i went straight to bed after that, spending the rest of the afternoon alternatively sleeping and reading.

i got up and took a pleasant walk to the train station, where i lounged on a bench listening to jimi hendrix while waiting for her and her boyfriend to pick me up.
dinner (steaks) was exquisite, and was rounded off by the mousse and meringues for dessert.
at one point, those of us at the kiddies' table (including a delightful and very pretty friend of one of the cousins) were invited to join the adults, but when we asked what they were discussing there was no doubt that our conversations about partying and snow sports were a lot more interesting, so we invited them to join us instead :P

i was highly amused to discover that the lecture that i attended on thursday was the first of the series (in almost twenty years) that her grandparents had missed :P

on the way back, the discussion revolved around new york - apparently we're all going to be there at the same time. i was also glad to be able to advise them with regards their plan to do a road trip through canada - my mum and i are experts after getting lost in 2006 :)

i arrived back in tel aviv around 11.30pm, and immediately got in touch with chm. a few minutes later i was directing him to the laika for the dubstep party, and i hopped a taxi because i wanted to make organic's set and he was finishing up in less than forty-five minutes. the taxi driver made it in good time, and my luck was with me as i ran into a friend of scrapper's on the way (the sweet girl that's borrowed my copy of jhonan vasquez - i feel sick) and she was able to direct me :)

i walked into the laika a bit awkwardly, said hi to one of the guys and grabbed a beer, shared a very strange non-greeting with one of dp's friends and stood at the side being impressed by a wicked dubstep set. when he was done, i listened to the first couple of tracks from the next set (ketastep) before heading out for a breath of fresh air and to say hi to scrapper and his friends.

i now have a photo of one of them, drunk, hiding up a tree. the next twenty minutes or so were highly amusing, and when they left to find food i returned to the laika, running into chm on the way and picking up my ticket for the indigo festival ^_^
the set was in full swing, we'd all relaxed a bit, and i was simply blown away by the music!

the set after that was techno, and the transition was jarring so we left. we met up again outside a club on ben yehuda, but the guys weren't thrilled and continued on to the penguin while i made my way home. i got to bed, exhausted, around 3am. i'd had a great night.

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i woke up around 8am, and the following popped into my head:
as i prepare to leave the army, i realize that there is no bitterness inside of me, merely a raging sense of injustice and an abhorrence of my completely corrupted, institutionalized internal alarm clock.

i decided to venture to cafesito for coffee and posting, and i'm feeling better about the start to my day.

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powerpoint monotonics, as mentioned thursday

urchin: "well, because in my school there is a [writing department] and i thought you would like to know. you love taking photos and you can take one course from a different [department] every year."
i fought the urge to be condescending in my response, and won. how does one explain the difference between in-depth academic studies and a professional college course? in *my* head it's all so obvious!

if this trailer is to be believed, machete is going to be a contender with kick ass for movie of the year.