combustion

today, my toaster cought on fire while warming up my dinner.

it was alrming for a second but i quickly got on top of my sences and used a metal pan to cover the fire, only after i had pulled out my slightly seard food. the fumes of the burnt oil and teflon made me sick, i could beel every breath and my head is still spinnig a bit.

but all this made think of this great fact:

i have gone back to live like i did when i was in bsotn. with my non existant analy clean over orgenized roomate who was never there but alwyas somehew manged to rearange all the kitchen utencils after i have used the past night.

when i lived a long busy day, returned only to make a single served dinner, with a fresh salad and a component of some frozen food. reading the news on my laptop in the kitchen table and washing the dishes whilst scooping icecream to go...

i thought i was lonly then. but it was perfect. qiuet, clean. healthy. for my brain, for my body. the only problem here is that this isent boston. my roomates are black, but only culturaly black. they are allways here, noticed messy, loud and smoking.

so actualy the news is old news.

flanger

i can hear the ebay winds calling me

lighitng concept by ouria tadmor all rights reserved

Ritualism

i cant stand religues rituals. especialy when they are stupid, offensive, intrusive of others lives and privacy. but they are always stupid. they are always intrusiev, and always bother other poeple who "dont belive in the lord haleluya!". israel is the most outspokengly religous secualr democracy in the world. thats why the most secualr poeple here allow for every single stupid jewish ritual to go unabrupted.

i want to buy food that no rabbi blessed, no sureme beeing autherzid and no jew will want to deal with or talk about. i want nothing to do with the israeli poeple. i want nothing to do with jews, or any other religion for that matter.

to be continued

there is a picture for this day, but its on the film camera. i swear.... yull get it, two days. tops. check me again later. i will be here with the picture.

A day without blood is like a day without Sunshine

a day

death in the form of life

yesterday was an ok day.

i managed alot, i felt qiute content. the same with monday. somthing was bound to happen. and now on the way to work it did.

i showed my ID to a security guar, with the excuse to myself that i was in hurry for work. what a dick i was. i should have stood my ground, i say to my self "next time ill kick ass". but i know i wount.

it makes me sad to see tess. it makes me sad to konw that i am washed up and washed over like the rest of them. i cant react in real life, what good am i? for what do i spend all my energy.

its time to submit and commit to the misery.

to cease and decist.

sevreal whitty titles

its they day the worlds stood still. its jobo day. the first 10 of 25 commisioned plates to be proccesed at the new baretta 9 labs in jerusalem are ready. the D76 pourd like wine.

other then that the shutter release button of the canon 30d is starting to messaround. i am yet to find out hat the problem really is.

my copmuter is so fucked i dont understand how its still working.

all that aside, yesterday, i talked tih america, twice and achived some goals at work. i felt alittle like an office worker with dutied and papers to be written. and i accomplished stuff that made me feel as if i did quite a bit. after all working with two new employes that have to be monitored every fucking second is not easy nor fun. winds are blowing at photoprisma, but i a certain that nothing will change anytime soon.

i dont want to stay here.