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It appears that I won't be coming to the US any time soon.
Apparently, getting a Visa to the states is much harder than I thought it would be, and entails a lot of bureaucracy and money.
I'm working on it, but what with starting work next month, I'll only travel next summer.

This has its upsides.

For instance, since I'll be working the entire year, I'll have more money saved up, which means I may be able to stay longer and travel to more locations,
but waiting is a bummer, no matter what.

I'm sorry if I've disappointed any of you guys, but remember - this is only a delay, definitely not a cancellation.
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So far, civilian life is pretty laid back.
I am unemployed, relaxed and get up at around 11 am each morning to a day full of recreational activities with and without my amazing girlfriend, and while spending my time with Michal is amazing and really gives me something to look forward to when I wake up, I think it's safe to say that I am getting a leeeeeeeetle restless.

So what about getting a job, you ask. Good question!
On the day I was discharged I interviewed for a job at what looks like a fun and promising start-up company. The job offered was pretty far from being dreamy, but the pay was supposed to be good and the environment looked like I could fit in easily.
As can be deducted from the earlier paragraph, I got the job but soon found myself drowning in work so I had no choice but to stab my boss in the face with a spork several times and set the offices on fire.


I wasn't accepted because a more attractive candidate came along.
(A person I would very much like to meet one day. Seriously. More attractive than me?)

Anyway, after that happened, I decided to just drop everything and fly to the states for a month or so.
I've been wanting to fly to the states for quite some time and now that I am no longer under the army's rule I can just go without pre-arranging everything and being stressed for time.

Shortly after making this decision (and also choosing my academic future---I am going to study marine biology, an almost life-long dream of mine) I got a phone call from a friend's previous boss asking me if I'd be interested in a 5 day gig as an instructor in an RPG summer camp (World of Darkness meets Zealazny's Amber Chronicles) that pays quite well.

I jumped on the opportunity, as the payment would help me with my trip and savings, and am going to be watching something like 22 geeky kids as they pee in swimming pools and troll for XP under fluorescent lights at the end of the month.

Temporarily reassured about my immediate financial future I got back to boring my surroundings with my flight plans when earlier today I got a phone call from some other friend's boss asking me if I'd be interested in a job at some sort of computer hardware factory near my home.

Seriously, it feels like jobs are practically pushed into my hands. In this economy.

So I have a job interview this coming monday, aaaand, if I'm accepted, I'll have to hurry up with my trip as they'd want me to start work sometime in september.


I am coming to America, passing through London, sometime in the next two months!

The plan for the trip is as follows;
I shall arrive in London and spend a day or two there, after which I will fly to San Fransisco and the Bay Area, where I would like to spend at LEAST three or four days.
From there, I will fly off to Dallas, Texas and hopefully meet many LJers whom I've been in contact with for years in person.
After that, I'll fly to New Orleans and spend something like a week, maybe less, there.
After that, it's off to New York City with me, where I plan on spending a week also and then return home to the loving embrace of my fellow Israeli countrymen.



Leave a comment,
email, message, pigeon, whatever,

I do not know when or if I will ever make such a comprehensive trip across the American Continent again and it would be a shame to miss you.

See you there!


Jul. 14th, 2009 02:43 pm
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Well, I gotta hand it to Micky Louis Mayon;
If i was on the FBI's top 100, wanted for being a high-ranking member of the KKK among other things,
I probably wouldn't have ranked Jew-Land as my most desirable hide-out destination.


Jun. 29th, 2009 02:31 am
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So. Tomorrow i'm being discharged.
Looking back, reading old entries and just dredging up dusty memories, i try to imagine the Adam who posted to this very journal four years ago.
I've been through a lot.
Two wars, training, commanding and managing, learning a lot.
I've met and befriended people i never thought i'd associate with, opened up to new worlds and points of view, had some of mine strengthened and others shattered.
I've grown a beard, and was taught how to shoot, drive and command a self propelled howitzer.
I've done other things.
I served.

I met the love of my life.

Looking forward, i know that wherever i go, all of this comes with me, no matter what.
about 30 hours from now, i'll receive a document saying i'm honorably discharged.
What I feel, though, is that mostly, I honorably served.

I have that warm, jittery feeling one gets before driving to the airport, of stepping out, into the unknown, full of expectations and wonder.

See you all on the other side,
no longer as Lt.,
but as citizen Adam Etzion,
ready to kick some fucking ass.


Jun. 16th, 2009 12:46 pm
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As I walk towards the city I can hear the Muezzin calling people to pray, quoting passages from the Qur'an at my back.
The main street is crowded with people. I have to slow the pace of my walk near a Russian bookstore, as I am stuck behind two Philippine women who are chatting amiably with each other.

Passing them, I start feeling a hungry, so I look for a place to eat. A few meters from where I stand there's a Thai food stall, a tiny falafel place and a McDonald's.

Deciding I want falafel, I explain to the Chinese seller, using a mix of sign language, Hebrew and English, exactly what salads I want, pay and thank him in Arabic and Hebrew "Todah, al-haqeyfaq!"

Waiting for the pedestrian stoplight to change an orthodox Jewish child runs to the road. His mother scolds him in English. A nearby couple whisper in Hebrew while two old Ethiopians speak in their tongue-smacking language on a park bench.
I take it all in, and smile.

Kfar-Saba, Weitzman Street,


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When you fixed that poor kid with a look and asked
In your sarcastic tone
Why he is staring at you like that
And if it is because he just had his first erection
My love for you reached new heights.
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Why did no one think that informing me of the existence of FreakAngels would be a good idea? People, work with me here.
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Walking by the side of the road, X makes for a pathetic figure;
clothes in rags, old combat boots that no amount of polish would ever make shine again, the soles worn and cracked.
His gnarled fingernails lightly tap against the highway's safety fence, creating blinding blood-red lines as the sun's setting rays reflect off them.
His unkempt beard is visibly tangled and what little hair  he has left is long and greasy.
Yet his back is not bent and his feet do not drag. His eyes are not lowered and his lips are firm.


Jun. 3rd, 2009 11:41 pm
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Huge, two-storied buildings fleeting by on tracks, streaming light, noise and movement in their wake rushed by, screaming.

It was summer, and the great sandy wastes around him were still luminous, glowing like a white hot ember in the receding rays of the sun.

Closing his eyes and breathing in the warm evening air, the whole world seemed like a sack that's about to burst at the seams, so full of possibility and potential.


As another train shrieked past, whisking his coat for a moment in the vacuum created behind the speeding giant, Daniel leaned into the air current and swayed like a leaf caught in a sudden blast of wind.

"How good it is to be a leaf," he mused, "or a sea anemone, immersed in the currents of the sea like a small child burrowing into the safe, warm folds of a parent's sweater."


Standing between two express trains, caught in their opposite pulls, Daniel couldn't be happier. Here he was truly enveloped, embraced by the growling engines and screeching breaks. Taking one last look around at the desert, he threw himself in front of the quickly growing coach.


As the startled driver pulled the emergency breaks and heard them squealing their resentment at being so unexpectedly roused, Daniel's screams joined theirs, merging, caught in the irons, the chains, the springs and the rails.


As the train stopped at the next platform, along with its regular shrieks, squeals and grunts another scream could be heard.


May. 24th, 2009 12:23 pm
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Michal and I are big fans of Bénédictine.
(For those of you who are ignorant on matters concerning Bénédictine, the wikipedia entry can be found heah.)

As some of you may know, I am a big fan of gourmet cooking.
This weekend, Michal and I decided we will invent a dish that will be remembered for generations.
A dish, one could say, that will light the flame of inspiration in the hearts of all aspiring cooks.

We decided to make the Filet Bénédictine Flambé.

Being the benevolent master that I am, I have decided to share with you, gentle reader, the astounding recipe.


Read more... )
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The air is thick with woodsmoke.
From above, thousands of orange flickering flares can be seen, dotting the darkened landscape.
An entire country flooded with the sticky, overpowering smell of burnt wood and scorched meat.
Tonight is Lag Ba'Omer - the 33rd day in the count of the Omer, the jewish tradition of counting the 49 days between Passover and Shavuot, in which fires are lit in remembrance of the signal fires lit by Bar Cochva in order to declare the beggining of the revolt against the Romans 2000 years ago.

Every year, children and teens start gathering firewood, stealing from construction sites and abandoned warehouses, stashing up in secret locations in anticipation for this day.
In some places, eggs are planted in the ground to rot, to serve in the wars between campfires.
Kebabs, hotdogs and potatos are bought in great quantities and the different groups of kids gather to the destined campfire spot as if summoned to warbanners, bringing their stashed up firewood on rafts, skateboards and "borrowed" shopping carts.

As one walks, the sounds of clumsy guitar chords drift along with shrieks of laughter and firecrackers on the heavy smoke-filled air.

We are not having a kumzitz (the traditional name for such a fire) today, since most of us are no longer free on weekdays - some are in the army and some are someplace else, far away. But this weekend, we'll light our own signal fire and take part in a wonderful israeli tradition - getting trashed by a campfire and eating bad meat.
see you there!

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Every once in a while, I try to glance over my shoulder and see what's behind me.

It's not something that can be accomplished every day, and usually just one glance is hardly sufficient to really take in the entirety of the complicated landscape that spreads out.

But sometimes, I manage to see it all. Or most of it. And I usually like what I see.

Childhood on a yacht, travels abroad, martial arts, cinema, writing, trouble with the police and other authorities, interesting army service, meeting the love of my life, two wars (one which took place while said love was overseas), longing, depression, highs—and those are just the highlights.

Sure, there are boring days, frustration and questioning, but when you get to the bottom line it's been one hell of a ride so far, and it isn't showing any signs of slowing down.

There are things I would like to change (and probably still will). There are things that are far from ideal. Still, I cannot find a single thing I can truly complain about.

If I look in the direction this crazy, weird, bumpy, wind-and-steam powered buggy-car-ride-that-is-my-life is going, all I can feel is hope and happiness.


So stick around. I know I will.

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...Suddenly, as I lay naked, dozing on the rented bed, a rabbi burst into the room.
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So, let's say, hypothetically, i was planning a week-long trip to New York (the Big Apple, what was once New Amsterdam), with another person.
Where would you recommend i read up about places to stay and see?
And who, O my faithful readers, would be able to come say hi?


Aug. 6th, 2008 01:29 pm
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Posting from a humvee with a helmet on my head.
Blog hardcore.

The Dante reading girl and i kissed. She may be reading this, so I'll try not to embarrass her too much, but she's fantastic. I don't know what it is between us yet, but i have been known for blockheadedness, so i'm probably missing something. Anyway, cellphone, can't write more. I'm happy.


Jul. 17th, 2008 07:08 pm
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I am at the gate. Soon, tall buildings will start growing around me. Air pollution, cellular reception..home.


Jul. 6th, 2008 08:39 am
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I've lost all my cellphone's contacts. Call or sms me so i can rebuild my contact list.
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if you read my posts and enjoy them, comment goddamnit!
I want to know who's reading this.
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written on Saturday, 14.6.08
Exploding Cows
4:30 AM.
We've just finished sending off the last infantry team on a routine mission.
Finally, some rest.
I roll up the maps we used to sketch up our plans and drop them off at my office.
4:30 on a weekend, and I'm tired. The last mission has been sent out, and I can go to sleep.
I grab my toothbrush and head out to the field showers.
Brushing my teeth. Molars, incisors, lower….ffffBOOM. ffffBOOM. ffffBOOM.
fffffffffffBOOM. Shit.
That doesn't sound too good. I spit out my toothpaste, gurgle, spit, take a last look at the mirror, clean a speck with my tongue and run like hell to the nearest watchpost.
I am greeted upon arrival by another fffBOOM. It sounds like a MAG shooting single bullets, but just as I climb up to the watchpost I see a dying light.
I grab the heavy duty binoculars from the watchman and swivel them around to the area the explosion came from.
Cows, grazing.
Focus, swivel swivel, focus…
Ah! One cow, sans leg, bleeding. Grazing.
My outpost is surrounded by an anti personnel minefield.
Every once in a while, a herd of cows roams towards the outpost, looking for fresher grazing areas.
It is during these times that I've learnt just how apathetic these animals can be.
"Mmmm…what's this? Oh. My leg blew off. oh. OH! GRASS! Nomnomnomnom."
During my time serving in this outpost, I've developed an immensely strong urge to go cowtipping in Syria.
What fun.

The Thing that Should Not Be
A fellow officer, the one I share a room with, had his girlfriend fly off to the states for a few months.
Before she left, she bought him a "Magic Bean". It's a bean with the words "I Love You" scratched on its surface.
It is supposed, he explained to me, to grow out more beans with the same writing etched on them as well.
Naturally, I made fun of him. Made sure he knew exactly what I thought of his girlfriend's cognitive abilities.
Imagine my terror when, while he was on leave for the weekend, a "Little Shop of Horrors"-like plant reared an ugly head from the flower pot with the words (now a cruel mockery of my sanity) "I Love You" tattooed across its surface.
It is truly frightening, sleeping in the same room as that abomination. I would say it grows a little bit each day, but that's simply not true. It grows a LOT each day.
My roommate says it's reaching out for sunlight, but I know better. It's reaching out for blood. At least I'll have something interesting written on my gravestone.

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Wrote a very long post about exploding cows and maneating plants, but it's too long to post from a cellphone. You'll have to wait till i get home.
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