Big Boys Don't Cry

When I arrived in Israel, I found the country overpopulated, dry, devoid of superficial beauty. That perception was maintained until only a few weeks ago, when a deeper understanding of the beauty surrounding me was established. Now, I cannot express the feelings I feel about what surrounds me, like beautiful, alien music. And no, my eyes were not filled with tears when I wrote that. There is, as you suspected, a greater level of understanding to be obtained here.

I believe that I am walking towards a corner of a chapter of my life, and soon will come the time to begin a new one. I am both terrified and excited at the prospect of moving to Bahji. Those who have been there might understand why I am anxious.

Finding Confirmation in Bladerunner

I was wondering if 'polarizing' was a proper word to use when describing a process through which elements of a group become divided, i.e. people. When I was perusing the Wikipedia entry on Bladerunner, lo and behold, there it was.

Lime Green Sock

Being that which I would love to wear on my hands at this moment.

Now that I've found a way to properly reintroduce myself to my blog, I will resume my incoherent slander.

And so the past few months have been, in terms of events and happenings of which can be shared with enthusiasm, quite reduced. I have grown hair on my head. Yes. There has been some of that. I also gained a pound or two. To be expected, I suppose. Ah, and also my brother's wedding is confirmed. I will be the last free child of the Power-Lapointe family. We had a pretty good run, I dare say.

Weathertalk being quite borish, I will show you the weather, through the magic of digital (if ancient) photography. Please follow this link for mild entertainment.