…I’ve seemed to develop an unhealthy obsession with Randolph Scott…not so much as a cowboy, but more as a sailor…I finished watching Follow the Fleet last night, and let me tell you Randolph fills out a sailor suit quite nicely…
So I’m heading out in a couple of minutes to head down to Albany so I can get an Apostille affixed by a representative of the Secretary of State, to my Birth Certificate on Monday when their office is open.
Basically an Apostille is required for Israel to recognize my Birth Certificate as a valid document (part of an international agreement at the Hague). The Apostille costs $10.00. It is also required to be attached to my Birth Certificate before I can meet with the Shaliach (which is basically an Emissary for the State of Israel)…I have my appointment with her on the 16th.
However, after I get the Apostille, the only document I’m missing from my Aliyah application is the letter from my Rabbi. I’ll call him about that this morning before he gets busy preparing for Shabbat and I’m sure he’ll have it ready for me by the time I’m down for my appointment in NYC in two-ish weeks.
Yesterday I got my passport photo taken (also required to be submitted with the Aliyah Application) and I got two letters from the Student Response Center saying that I’m a Linguistics Major concentrating in Applied Linguistics, that my degree is a B.A. and that I’m a candidate to have it conferred on me February 1, 2008 since the application asks for the highest degree earned…and when I make Aliyah I’ll have my B.A….I’d rather not have to attempt to update things until I get my M.A. or Ph.D. at some later point in my life.
The benefit of doing this in Albany (other than avoiding the hassle of airlines, the cost of airlines – I’m saving about 90.00 by training it to Albany – and airlines in general) is that I also get to see 
iolausian and felperland and their two Dogs (I’m determined, that at some point, Maggie will realize that I’m not a chew toy)…this of course means that I can also catch up on much needed rest & RKO Films (which I’ve become…addicted to…).
In other news, I do have a full post coming soon, and an Israel wrap up post which will probably get written this weekend. I’m already in the full swing of summer courses. My class meets from 5:30-9:40PM Tuesdays & Thursdays. I did however get to have lunch with Jeruen on Thursday which was nice.
twisty_mirror, I’ll be finishing Running with Scissors on the Train :o)
Okay, time to pack up the laptop.
Peace all.
So I’m heading out in a couple of minutes to head down to Albany so I can get an Apostille affixed by a representative of the Secretary of State, to my Birth Certificate on Monday when their office is open.
Basically an Apostille is required for Israel to recognize my Birth Certificate as a valid document (part of an international agreement at the Hague). The Apostille costs $10.00. It is also required to be attached to my Birth Certificate before I can meet with the Shaliach (which is basically an Emissary for the State of Israel)…I have my appointment with her on the 16th.
However, after I get the Apostille, the only document I’m missing from my Aliyah application is the letter from my Rabbi. I’ll call him about that this morning before he gets busy preparing for Shabbat and I’m sure he’ll have it ready for me by the time I’m down for my appointment in NYC in two-ish weeks.
Yesterday I got my passport photo taken (also required to be submitted with the Aliyah Application) and I got two letters from the Student Response Center saying that I’m a Linguistics Major concentrating in Applied Linguistics, that my degree is a B.A. and that I’m a candidate to have it conferred on me February 1, 2008 since the application asks for the highest degree earned…and when I make Aliyah I’ll have my B.A….I’d rather not have to attempt to update things until I get my M.A. or Ph.D. at some later point in my life.
The benefit of doing this in Albany (other than avoiding the hassle of airlines, the cost of airlines – I’m saving about 90.00 by training it to Albany – and airlines in general) is that I also get to see
iolausian and felperland and their two Dogs (I’m determined, that at some point, Maggie will realize that I’m not a chew toy)…this of course means that I can also catch up on much needed rest & RKO Films (which I’ve become…addicted to…).
In other news, I do have a full post coming soon, and an Israel wrap up post which will probably get written this weekend. I’m already in the full swing of summer courses. My class meets from 5:30-9:40PM Tuesdays & Thursdays. I did however get to have lunch with Jeruen on Thursday which was nice.
twisty_mirror, I’ll be finishing Running with Scissors on the Train :o)
Okay, time to pack up the laptop.
Peace all.
This was one of my favorite songs, when I was 13; I finally found a copy of it on itunes (the live version…I’ll have to find a studio version elsewhere)…I always wanted this to be my wedding song…but I’m weird like that…maybe it’s just my subconscious desire to marry David Duchovny (or to work for a para-military organization hell bent on keeping the alien invasion under wraps…it can go either way based on how much coffee I’ve had):
Unmarked Helicopters
by Soul Coughing
Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
some other thought it’s thinking
this light
stands above the
houses
on the ground
this illumination
visited upon the whole land
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
here comes the super copter
here comes the noise it makes
the demon was an idea
the demon is awake
scratch mark traced across the
surface of your mind
this hour, now upon us
the hour, now arrived
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
but i know the truth
i know the whole shebang
i know the names of men they had to hang
i let her out the trunk
heard what she said at them
they’ve come to drag us through the double M
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
This was one of my favorite songs, when I was 13; I finally found a copy of it on itunes (the live version…I’ll have to find a studio version elsewhere)…I always wanted this to be my wedding song…but I’m weird like that…maybe it’s just my subconscious desire to marry David Duchovny (or to work for a para-military organization hell bent on keeping the alien invasion under wraps…it can go either way based on how much coffee I’ve had):
Unmarked Helicopters
by Soul Coughing
Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
some other thought it’s thinking
this light
stands above the
houses
on the ground
this illumination
visited upon the whole land
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
here comes the super copter
here comes the noise it makes
the demon was an idea
the demon is awake
scratch mark traced across the
surface of your mind
this hour, now upon us
the hour, now arrived
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
but i know the truth
i know the whole shebang
i know the names of men they had to hang
i let her out the trunk
heard what she said at them
they’ve come to drag us through the double M
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
it goes black black black black and blacker
unmarked helicopters
hovering
the lord is coming soon
unmarked helicopters
hovering
they said it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
it was a weather balloon
no…it was an Ark…
…holy cow it’s still raining…
no…it was an Ark…
…holy cow it’s still raining…
1. Badgers
2. Respond to email
3. Lunch with Jeruen at noon-ish
4. Manatee Control & Maintenance
5. Passport Photo Haircut
6. Haircut Passport Photo
7. Nutrition Class
8. Food Store
8.1 Mint Leaves
1. Badgers
2. Respond to email
3. Lunch with Jeruen at noon-ish
4. Manatee Control & Maintenance
5. Passport Photo Haircut
6. Haircut Passport Photo
7. Nutrition Class
8. Food Store
8.1 Mint Leaves
Lions of Jerusalem
Thursday, July 5, 2007
And the world’s spinning out of control, bullets are fired and heard beneath our apartment window as two cups with last nights coffee sit on the table, next to a pile of ashes from cigarettes…a little more poison in our lives, yet slightly less venomous than the headlines that tell me that people are dying around the world: presented as facts and figures and arithmetic instead of voices crying “mommy please don’t go” as little boys rush off to war waving flags for causes that are thousands of years old.
Animals paraded through Jerusalem as men wrap themselves in phylacteries and claim that they’re holier than me because they dress in religious clothes:that they have the answers I’ve been searching for since I was thirteen years old, but we’re still searching for those words of wisdom when we become adults and no one knows what’s going on and the only fundamental truths are feelings, as I try to hold on….to you.
White linen rustles in the night time breeze, and I can hear you breathe as you come up behind me; your touch so warm of lips on the back of my neck as my head’s buried in my hands as I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to hold it together and hold it in/with each headline more cutting then the next: thousands of voices around me all screaming in tongues and I don’t have enough time to learn how to speak so that each accusers ear can hear me and I’m waiting to be lifted high upon a rock as my accusers round about me and I’m so confused: one book, two completely different messages.
And you’re pulling me back to bed now, muscular arms wrapped around me, trying to squeeze in a few more restless hours of sleep before the dawn catches up with us and forces us to confront the day that lays before us/the sun rises, slower now, a world away as Auschwitz glistens in the morning dew…bearing testimony, silently, that we all look the same at the camps: the patches change, the skeletons don’t and a voice, so sinister, is heard laughing maniacally in the wind…because we haven’t bothered to learn the lessons that we were supposed to learn ages ago as ‘never again’ is hoisted so high on flags that the meaning is now forgotten.
And I fall asleep, my head resting on your chest, hearing your heart beat lulling the fire inside of me to just a few glowing embers, and this I know as truth as I prepare to climb Jacobs Ladder: my love is not treason.
– Matan
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