miss talented

oh isn’t she?

today has been one of those days. when breathing deeply and counting to 10 (100) didn’t really help. and for no particular reason. i only snapped out of it when i saw a car accident just in front of my bus. it seems to be my lesson these days, to put things into proportion, not to get swallowed by my personal dramas.

and, waking up at 4.40 in the morning has it’s price. i love those early hours, i start getting used to it. but now, i call it a day. it is 21.35 and i have been like a zombie for at least two hours already. goodnight.

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kiba

i only know this combo from germany. cherry juice and banana juice (pictures above randomly picked from the net). it goes so well together. and it looks amazing before you blend it. spirals of red and yellow. lucky me, going to germany next week. i am going to drink kiba and hug this lovely girl:

sort of recycle

i am making bags from old juice containers.

our bathroom shelf is made from an old skateboard.

the green house is built out of many bus windows.

 

and our coffee table is an old train window.

sometimes i am not so sugar sweet. i get shy when people touch my feet. i am sensitive to smells.i often hear the warning bells. i am afraid in the dark. in my belly i always have a little spark. i get crazy when the kitchen isn’t clean. then, i might become a bit mean. i fear too often that people will die. i am not such a fan of savory pie. i easily get addicted to things. i happen to own a pair of wings. my favorite colors are yellow and green. on eating meat i am not so keen.

rhyming isn’t my greatest asset, but sometimes i look like a basset.

fascination

i saw this clip a few times already. it is very impressing! those instincts, and how the mother is dealing with a birth all alone. in the end of the day, we are all animals.

a simple tuesday story

waiting for the train. again. probably it seems like i don’t do much except of waiting or commuting. well, it is sort of true.

the ghost train came.

and i woke up on time to see the autumn sea next to haifa.

palmtrees in the rain.

back at home i found the leakage above our bed has gotten a bit worse. it is dripping water straight down my belly button. not much i can do about it right now, so i put a bucket and went to bake bread instead.

drippelidrip

finally raining. and there is nothing like the rains in israel, at least when you compare with the dutch and swedish rains. thunders, lightning, showers and more showers. and in this very ‘cosy to stay cuddling in bed with a nice cup of hot chai tea’ i need to get my ass on the bus and go down to tel aviv. oh no!

november/last year

 

 

november last year. i worked until late at night in the studio with yuko. we brought a termos of tea, chocolate, candles and fruit. i injured my neck, very badly, and couldn’t finish the project. i still lived in ga’aton. i waited and longed for the rain, like now..but this year it seemed to arrive quicker. i collected autumn signs and felt my swedish genes longing for winter. i pickled cucumbers the way my grandmother used to. i enjoyed the beach, bones, pancakes and many other things. still, i am very happy that this year has passed. and that i have a whole new november in front of me.

time is confusing me. lately i keep telling myself i have too little of it. i become a slave of time. obsessed with time. and then i remind myself it is all i have. and i have plenty of it. i choose what to do with my time, and how to spend it. but oh, it seems so difficult…and it moves so fast…

i used to like this pocket watch, cause it made time look so much more beautiful. not like the square digital numbers on my mobile phone. but it stopped working. now it is just decorating my wall.

today i am eating chestnuts and walking slowly through the streets. all alone. well, except for all the other people around me, rushing from here to there. my body wants to move in slow motion and my mind is hyperactive. contrasts do the work.

bern autumn colors

this morning i woke up in the hotel room in bern, not knowing at all where i am. this happens to me alot lately, spending too many nights in different beds. it freaks me out a little bit. and if the room is dark, i have no clue how it looks like. what direction is the door, where is the bathroom…

these autumn colors make me miss europe. sweden and the netherlands. all the people i love. it makes me nostalgic. in a sort of still enjoyable way.

we had a very nice café this weekend in the kibbutz. with homemade cakes, cookies, malabi (which is a sweet, milky dessert made out of corn flour, with a tiny hint of rosewater and then to top it of raspberry sauce, coconut flakes and pistachios) live music and kids dancing on the tables. i was a hard working waitress. and today i have been catching scorpions, napping, reading, and jumping the trampoline.

I'd rather be a forest than a street Yes I would If I could, I surely would

 

 

being a tree in the city doesn’t look like much fun

 

i find her very inspiring, this frida kahlo, even with all the darkness and pain she seemed filled with. the book i am reading about her though, i am not so sure of…

he can look like such a monster, this bones. a very sweet monster, though. it is still beach weather. or at least it was last weekend. maybe this week it will get colder. i am getting ready for winter, come cool me down….

for the rest, tired and moody, not a very successful combination. goodnight.

banana, pomegranate, honey and yoghurt. pasta with fresh tomatoes, basil and parmesan. banana cake. green curry. coconut rice with mango. croissants. chocolate. olives. quinoa with silverbeet. tomato soup. ice cream. cabbage salad. are just a few of the things i ate the last couple of days.

weekend visitor

upside down, around and around. we were playing ‘the blind cow’ which turns out to be called ‘the blind bride’. it doesn’t matter to me, i didn’t grew up playing in hebrew anyways. and she braided my hair and we ate jelly beans.

i am going to see easy star all stars this week. i am usually not a fan of covers, but they did a really good job covering radiohead. the less depressing version.

project: cleaning the house. making a skirt. doing the laundry. baking something tasty. etc etc. weekend.i. am. happy.

ecover goes strong in japan.

still life in prague

i didn’t take many pictures in prague. i somehow just had barely the energy to get my ass to and from the theater, to read my book and sit in cafés… but still i found some treasures. a few of them presented above. i guess i am just tired. and the autumn cold surprised me. but i was happy to finally experience prague how i always imagined it, rainy, romantic, gothic and nostalgic.

and happy to know that we are all heroes, after all…