short waves, long waves

radience.

cold water

i trick, a new one, that you cant read, hear or speak out. relentless.

sushi overkill

some poeple cant have theor picture taken. some of them are secret and cannot be shown to the public, for fear that the secret that they are might cause serius brain damage to the viewrs of the picture, even though in plain sight they are ok to look at and no harm may come to someone just by looking. some of them melt in light of a strobe, usualy securety poeple, they have a genetic weeksness to halogenic gas combustion light products, and with all the reserch and development in the field of pesonal safty for securety personel they are still not inocualted for this ailment. most of them are affected at the genetic level at the day of induction, its comes with the badge of honor and gun. the rest of them are afraid, afraid that they have done somting wrong, that thier picture is beeing taken for some malicius purpose. if you are beeing photographed somthing is wrong, and they must protest.

none of the aboe mentioned poersons and or persons unknown care about poeple looking at them and taking theor picture wiht the most sophisticaed camera of all, not of them are afraid about beeing imprinted in ones brain for ever, no one will ever ask you politly or not politly to forget his face for they are a secrect of national security. no one will fear that they have done some awfull deed just becuase someone is looking at them.

none of these sacred and scared individuals will ever thing twice about all the thousands and millions of images beeing captured and recorded of himself, at any given time whilehe is walking down a busy city street, standing at a traffic light, going in to a private residance or bussines, no one will ever walk in to a back and ask the clerck to earase his face from the security video tape because he is a secret incarnated. no secret service man will ever mention the fact he is a secret service man unless he is asking you to come along with him for a chat. even though securety cameras work with out the touch of a human the images are still recorded, however its only when a human actualy is the author of the image when it becomes a problem for someone. moreover, a picture of a noone person in the street is just a picture of noone (unless someonoe knows who it is) -

untill - he walkes up and tells you he is someone. if he hadent mentioned it you might have thought nothing of it and moved on, but now that you know there is a secrect behind the face of a person, you are intrigued and iust persue the sweet bitter trouth. in plais sight everything is alowed. ther is no privacy in public.

isralis are crazy. jew setlres are worse. they are crazy but they themselves and everyone else thinks they are comletly sane.

i will protect my sanity at any cost. even at the cost of losing it.

death of a tierd man

this day mrakes the end of the year. again. just like yesetrday marked it. today is again another day in the end. another day where i did no work, had no original ideas and made absulutly no progress, well some progress in reverse. i am getting more tierd then hours i have to sleep it off. my back aches i guess due the lack of downtime. tommrow is the opening. trevor wanted to know whats it like. its bad. and nothing god about it. tommorow calls me.

i met wisam today. he is the person because of whome i went to bezalel in the first place. he hasaent changed a bit since the day i met him more then 6 years ago.

unbottled rage of a racialy opressed nation

i hate blogs. they are stupid. i read these all the time where poeple write every fucking hting tha happens to them and who the fuk reads all this shit? its fucking endless, i mean why do poele invest so much effort in this stuuf when its obvius that no one gives two shits about it? i understad that pole like writng and have a need to express themsleves verbaly in this way or another but this is an unadresses blob of endless worthless words, and even thoght some blogs, like trevors or shane lavaltte(where the fuck do u all get this art critique shit all the time? do you wirete it yourself?) that i guess could be usfull to one searching the matter at hand in that particular blog but in any other case why bother? this is just insane.

having said this, today were the final reviews of my exhibition of the final roject for school. 20 or so guest cretiques were invited and were split to two man teams to cover the 40 students, twice for each one. what a wase of time. i thought this might be usfull, enlighitng, educating, and all it was, was just a waste of air. nothing was said, not only about my work, that has verry little to be said about it anyway and isent a verry good work allaroudn, but also on the the best most award winnig praised works. even those couldent squeese out a squirt of piss from this fucking pressured tampon like tel avivian big city muesoum couratrs anal retentive smoking galleriie visitors. si why does the phorography department spend all its gues lecturers budget on this stupid exersize? its good for the company. and whats good for the company is good for america. their gonna come out of this rich. and im gonna come out of it dead. jusr like that.

sunday the 22

this day had less then nothing. less then nothing. it cant be helped, even though sometimes these things make me smile. it had begun at 7am in the far north and ended 200+kms, one chorisos and 14 hours later.

saturday the 21 (untitled) aint i cool..

this weekend had more to it then meets the eye.

A Sin (for days past, and those to come)

less words more actuations.

a puddle of milk in the driveway

a day in three acts (and a suplement)

this day started with the usual early morning rutine, expect for some reason i was not the first perosn t get up and somone had already brought up the newspaper, and had been reading it in the balcony. as i was getting the bike warmed up i noticed that didi matityahus doormen deveated from their usual patrol walk and had entered my bulding. they were looking for aliens. they found some workers and had them all stand out on the pavment and took all the IDs for inspection. one of them was atrainee, and the other guy was telling him all the things he needs to look for.

as i only had thr eos 3 in the bag i ran up to get the digital camera just in case somthing heppens there or i might have to intervene. but nothing happend and i went on my way.

i was lamost finshed payitng at the exhibition space at school when miki walked in and gave me a light blo to the gut and sait "well - lets hear it - i dont want you to keep anything in let it all out". we then continued to have a verry long and usfull conversation that after all the anticlimax this year has been and the exhibition in particular was just the best conclusion one could hope for. miki is the best. i am now feeling not so bad about this thing.

after work i went out to give the invitations to the opening to the kids. some were there. it spent some time there and then moved on. they werrent verry happy and warent all there. that is the ones that were there warent all there. i guess i need to keep on shooting in this scene there is still much to be gained and learned from this. i am serusly tihnknig about nimrods proposal to do e becher like water tower project in israel. time will tell.

then i saw some aremed jews. they are crazy.

sunset (gaza) strip

i have alot to talk about. i looked at trevors blog today and thought that it is much more informative then mine. i am too triend of saying the same thing all day long. but i can only guess tomorow is not going to b much diffarent in the way it plays so maybe ill write all this shit tommrow.

my adversery (sean conery) in full color

who do i observe? who do i want to be like? who is my mentor? who makes me think new thoughts? why do i change the way i do things when i see other poeples work? why cant i be a THING for my self? who makes me tick bend flip run lust sweat and sigh?

it never happend

summer of 87. that was a time. someone left a note on the door. a girl. i was out and just missed her. she was here on uniform and all. what a bummer. i should have been here, not been sick, not throwing up somehere. who knows what she wanted but still she left a damm big note, she only had a few hours leave from the OCS.

i like my self in the miror today. appart from the fact my face looks like it had been hit by a car then dragged on a feild of broken glass its pretty cool.

but i have not taken a picture of it yet.

michele sais he will be in america next week. i miss him. i miss america. and boston. i miss places in america i havent ever been too.

sushi

no words no sorrow

radiation (light amplification)

beer makes me happy. large quanteties of beer endorse large amount of happiness.i wish i could do it all. hop around and do 5 beers at five diffarent bars. i wish i was in america. i wish poeple would noticeme when i am not trying tto be noticed.tess makes me sad. i dont even know why now. especialy after i am calm and showerd and not hot sweaty and tierd. and drunk. but not realy becasue i cant really get drunk here. tess is never cool to be around after a few beers and ouria dosent drink mopre then two beers anymore.i want to go wild lay it all out and have it all hit me ion the face in the morning. i wish lux would go along wiht me. i feel llike its sicial exploring. like i was doing wiht katrin in NYC. i guess its exiting to kiis someone new every other week and have a new person to kinda get to know and talk about and feel good about even itmight not be the thing and have poeple play mudical chairs in the seat thats always somehow situated just next to the one you are sitting in. that sucks. poeple make me sad. some poeple make me happy but then in th end they make me so upset it dosent matter i happned to eet some verry nice pople in this or that partucualr day. i dont know whats worsw, the fact i worte this blog three times today, once in the morning when i was thinkknig about the meaning if this blog and then again in the belfast but iu have maged to forget all of those great polizer awarding ideas for text and so i have to erite thisd again. its strange to think that now more the two poeplei know are reading this blog i shoudl invest more thought in to it and that it might have more meaning if somoene actual reads it moreover than the initial thought that someone "might" or could read it, stumble across it in the endless seas of shit there are out there and mostly becasuse its not about the words but about the picture a day. shit i think its turning aroudn and fuckign me up. now i remme ber why i called me final exhibition for bezalel "a tribute to three hpotographers" they were moti ovadia, who is now in combat activity in the teritories and i never thohgti i wouldbe so worried about somthing as hos wellbeeing there. tervor powers and a thord unkonw entity that tends to change every other month or so. but noe it isent.

i hate news. i hate news when it comes in huge loads. and i hate it most when it is news i have to deal with, news that has to do wiht me often comes in large streams of multiple hapenings that hit all at once after a huge qiuet lowdownpeacfulluneventfull (thats german for a big nothing) time. well it prbebly lasts not longer then five minutres still its seems like an eternity and then all rises. spanish polish french from romania who happens to be in jerusalem. give me a fucking break. or dont. break me, bring it on, do your worst i aint wating around for no more.

discrimination

friend and family have worned me, the blog can be bad for your moustache.

i think i know why steven speilberg is cosinderd such a wonderfull director even though he makes such awfull movies (duel) - real polish poeple sounds exactly like the israeli actors speaking english wiht a polish accent in schindlers list.

i love meeting new and exiting poele. i wish i could do this every month or week or day and keep the ones i liek and loose the ones i dont.

reconesance

this is a verry happy day.well it night not really be such a happy day. for ouria this is the end of the week and the hight of it all. i dont know what horesh is doing but he is in toen for the film festival. i am not sure really what i should make of this ubt for me it feels like the begigng of the week. but for somem reason it also feels like the end of the week at the same time. i guess it dosent really matter. i also am feeling pretty good about my self after reading somones post about the blog. for startes this wasent the first intention of this blog but in the end eventualy like everything else i do its all about the quest for attention. i wait sometimes anxiosly for someone to comment about whatever here or there. anything. and most fo the time nothing. and this comment that was long and insighfull that had abegginig a middle and an end was posted on a blog with a guest picture (that means it wasent mine) of all places. so i am not so sure about that. and also i was pretty much smiling when i read this post, but then not so smily when i couldent see who wrote this post or his blog if he has one at all. thats not fun. but it was still fun after all. wait till ouria gets a glimps of it.

today is also pay day. its a happy day, well, i get some money, but sad as i am not getting the moeny i should be getting. i dont know what i should be paid but i feel i am not up with the effort i invest. but because i dont really think i should be paid anything else then what i am. still it makes me think.

i saw eyal again today. he was angry. this time i am not sure it was because of me. i finished all the porcessing of the june films and they will soon be shipped. isreali television sucks. yoram gaon is a genius. and a nice guy.

again the blog is the end of day.

abundance

it is just another normal thing.