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It's been years!

I got all nostalgic tonight and browsed around my own abandoned LJ, and thought, what the hell. I'll give a shout-out and see if anyone shouts back :)

It's okay if no one does, though. I don't really expect much, since I've been gone for so long.

But anyway, Happy Holiday to us all! :)



Another OMG thing - this time with Tony Head being AWESOME



That time of year again...

I know, I know, I don't call, I don't write....

But then I do, on special occasions.

So - HAPPY SHELLYMASS to one and all.

And to Shelly:

Loves you from afar,


Went to see Sweeney Todd on Friday, and I have a complaint:

There's not enough Giles on Sweeney Todd.

Tim Burton, you've failed.

The Buffy reun-what?

It never happened.

If I wasn't there to experience it for myself, then it didn't happen, and I wish all you lying people with your photoshoped photos and bogus audio files and made up reports from the alleged scene will stop lying, because it's very rude.

*fingers in ears* la la la....

Woman is the Nigger of the World

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יום האישה הבינלאומי הוציא ממני כל מיני מחשבות פמיניסטיות (shock! horror!), ואת כולן כיוונתי לניתוח השיר המופלא של ג'ון לנון, "אישה היא הכושי של העולם".
מי שרוצה לקרוא (כדאי לכם!) שילחץ על הלינק אל פורום ביטלס בנענע. אשמח מאוד לתגובות, הערות, הארות וכל מחשבה שזה עורר בכם (בתקווה שיעורר הרבה מחשבות).

נתחיל בכותרת, שהיא בפני עצמה פרובוקטיבית למדי, בראש ובראשונה בגלל השימוש במילת ה-N, שכיום היא מילת טאבו מהגרועות ביותר בארצות הברית והתקינות הפוליטית לא סובלת את השימוש בה. היא הייתה מקוממת ופרובוקטיבית כבר בשנת 72` כשהשיר הזה פורסם, והשיר עורר סערה והוחרם מהשמעה בתחנות רדיו. כמובן שההשוואה והשימוש במילה Nigger בכותרת השיר הם בחירה מודעת. הכותרת – כמו השיר כולו – נכתבו על מנת לזעזע, לנער, לגרום לאנשים לחשוב בדרך קצת שונה על נושא אותו הם לוקחים כמובן מאליו

אולי יום אחד אהיה פחות עצלה, ואתרגם לאנגלית לטובת רוב הקוראים של היומן הזה. אולי אפילו אשלח את זה ליוקו אונו.

For English speakers: this post is about something I wrote for International Woman's Day, an analysis of John Lennon's song Woman is the Nigger of the World.
Unfortunately, it's in Hebrew, but I'm thinking of translating it. We'll see.


Some people should have all the access to celebrities they want, cause BY GOD, they use it well.

Oh, and  smidgy06I can't believe you didn't address this important issue yourself.
So... Joss Whedon? Genius.

Buffy Season 8 part 11Collapse )

In other news, I am depressed and sad, because I can't go to Buffy Reunion this March. And what a birthday present it could have been :(
Title: Current of Small Things
Word Count: 1934
Timeline: Pre-series.
A/N: Written for the Characters of Color Love Fest (choc_fic). My thanks and admiration to sarahetc for a fantastic beta job, on a very short deadline.
The challenger gave these lyrics for inspiration: "Rain fall from concrete colored sky / No boy, don't speak now you just / Drive, drive, drive / Take me through make me feel alive, alive / When I ride with you". Additional lyrics in the story by The Beatles.

Summary: If it's not the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, it's the annoying pilot. Either way, an especially bad morning in the life of Zoe.

She never noticed the pilot smoking before, and she'd been paying close attention to everything the man does, him being completely untrustworthy.Collapse )

Funnest meme ever!

Hey guys! 

I post, Shocking, I know, but it's just cause my life is happening on flickr nowadays... *blush*

Still, some memes are too awesome to pass up. And here's one. 

I would so love to read your random stuff! So do the meme and it would be as though we were still in touch!



In the comments paste the last thing you copied. Don't hunt around for "something good" just do it!

Then, if you like, post this in your journal and see what your friends are copying.

and what I pasted was... some insurance info because of a design I'm working on. Poo. Hoepfully you guys wilBTW, I got it from soleta_nfand what I pasted was... some insurance info because of a design I'm working on. Poo. Hopefully you guys will do better.

last December blues

December 20th's been and gone, and the Hebrew date of my father's death has also passed. The past couple of weeks were very strange, surreal and sad for me, but now that December is about to end I feel as if the wave of sorrow is lifting. I don't know what it was about this year that got me so hard. I started feeling the pain of his loss as early as November.

At work, I was designing a memorial book for a soldier who died during the Yom Kippur war, in October 20th 1973. It was extremely sad and moving, and while I was working on it, I often got chocked up and tearful. On the last page, there was a poem that really stayed with me, ,long after I finished the project (doesn't say who wrote it, but I believe it's the soldier's mother, as the song refers to her). This poem, in its simplicity, conveys many of the feelings I have for this whole death thing... The feelings I have for the date, the futility of mourning. So here it is, for the memory of my dad.

עשרים באוקטובר, 1978
בשֶׁקֶם תל-אביב.
אישה שְׁחוּחָה כותבת תאריך על צֶ'ק:
שבעים ושמונה גברת, לא שבעים ושלוש,
קורא הקופאי, צוֹחֵק...
קוֹפֵא על מקומו, מְלַחֵשׁ...
מה אפשר לעשות גברת... מה אפשר לעשות...

This is a very Israeli poem. I don't know if it translates well, but here you go:

Shekem Department Store, Tel-Aviv
October 20, 1978
A stooped-over woman writes a date on a check:  20/10/73.
'78 Madam, not '73,
exclaims the cashier, laughing…
freezes in his place, whispers…
What can one do Madam, what can one do…

As the dreaded December 20th draws near... I get more and more emotional and sensitive, and it's crazy.

Today I was looking at typography on one of my flickr groups. I like seeing what people are doing and discover talented graphic designers, and generally if you know me then you know I just get a major happy from typography. But sometimes… I get depressed when I'm confronted with the amazing talent of others, knowing that I'm not that good and I'll never be that good.

So today as I came across some really pretty design, I felt something that was more like anxiety, half way to, I don't know, a panic attack or something. That design wasn't that exceptional, but it was so pretty, it was so much different than anything I could have thought up, it was so much out of my league… I felt it as a pain in my chest. Freaky, right?

I would like to put this down to the general emotional state I'm in these days, due to the fact it's December, Month of Pain, but I don't know. Some of it is simply the frustration of not being good enough.

On other news, last Thursday, during my shift at the Crisis Center, I experienced my first prank-phone call to the hotline. Collapse )

"People are the strangest people"

This morning, as I'm getting into work, and I'm about to go up the short flight of stairs leading to the office, a strange man stops me and asks if he could use my phone for a short call. He seems lost and I've already punched in, so I say, sure, and hand over my phone.

He matters a brief thank you, and proceeds to make THREE different phone calls, two of them to yell at the guy he is apparently waiting for, one to update his assistant or something. At which point I'm regretting letting this rude, loud man use my phone. I'm standing there, with my heavy weekend-bag, on the third step, waiting, he stands there, not looking at me, his body language almost dismissing me, making phone call after phone call. As if using my phone is a service I'm supposed to provide him.

After the third phone call he starts to make a forth one. I say - well? He replies - just one more, thanks. As if there was an agreement on my part. I say - I really need to get to my office. He finishes dialing, muttering - yeah, just a second.

Then, and I'm not making this up, this is a true account of the event, this strange rude man calls some woman, does a bit of small talk, and then berates her for not calling him, saying that she should call at least once a month or two, and that if she has a problem she should tell him. He knows everyone's busy, but really, it seems to him this is all one sided, and why should he be the one initiating all the time? It seems to him, that if he didn't call for a year, she wouldn't call for two.

And I'm standing there, gob smacked. It's obvious why this woman is not calling you, I want to scream at him, you're a disgusting pig of a man, and she's trying to dodge your calls, so don't use my phone to call her anonymously so she can't filter you!

He finishes this very inappropriate phone call, hands me my phone (though he gave it a thoughtful look before he did, as if considering a fifth phone call he needs to make), and leaves. No thank you, no sorry. I went up the stares, wanting nothing more than to sterilize my phone.

What exactly is the fuck, I ask?

Poll #1103153 rude phone-using man


Serves me right for being nice, people suck
No, he's an exception, mostly people are great


First of all, in my last post I moaned about not having time to have a haircut... well, I'm here to report that I totally ditched the last half hour of work (despite studio manager's protests) and went with my friend Ofra to the hairdresser. Got a haircut and blow-dried my hair and now it's all pretty. Hurray!

Then we both hurried to the convention. This year it was held in a center that is just across the street from the apartment where I lived most of my life, my mom's place. Which means I spent a lot of my childhood around that center, and the fact that the con is being held there is weird and somewhat freaky for me (but in a good way, I guess). Arriving at the auditorium, last visited by me when I was 12 years old and staring in my 6th grade end-of-year play... I was amused to see they haven't done a thing with it since those early 80s days. The tiny dressing room where the boys tried to catch the girls changing all those years ago looked (and smelled) exactly the same. Freaky!

As to the lecture - despite my concerns I think it went very well. At some points I felt I was coming on too intense, but the people who gave me feedback didn't say that (they might have been polite, though). I had to forgo all the clips I was going to show except one, because of time limitations and the fact that the sound didn't work so well (but the one I did get to show, the R. Tam Sessions, was the best one and some of the people there had never seen it before, so I wasn't too upset about the others). I got very Feminist Rage-y but I think they tolerated me well enough :)

After that me and Ofra and Dor were extremely hungry, so we kinda ditched the rest of the evening at the con and went to eat THE BEST PASTA EVER at a lovely place called Pasta Mia. It's a place I really love but now that I live on a different part of town I don't get to go there at all. And Dor and Ofra didn't know the place at all, so I had the pleasure of exposing them to a new restaurant that is both pleasant to sit in, has great staff and service, and where the food is soooo good. I think it is one of the few times where I suggested a place and it was a success and everyone enjoyed themselves and I didn't feel guilty or slightly anxious about the fact that I'm responsible for getting us there :)

Then we went home. It was midnight and I've done something I haven't done is years - went to sleep at midnight! And I slept for 8 hours straight, which my body didn't even believe is happening to it for real. I fell asleep instantly, despite the fact that my neighbor is up to his old tricks, which means he brought a girl home and immediately started pleasuring her loudly to the sounds of disgusting techno music... God, I hope that was just a one-night-stand, I don't think I can handle him having a girlfriend again.

Aaaannnd, that was my yesterday :)

It's Hanukah and the Buffy convention all at the same time - fun!

The only thing making this totally surreal is the fact that I'm working full days. I mean, common! It's Hanukah! And the Buffy con! I should be on holiday, spending the next day and a half listening to Joss-related lectures and making persuading people to join the Sunnydale Embassy in Israel, and selling merchandise of my own design at the booth. But nnnnoooooooo!

I have to work until five thirty; don't even have time to get the haircut I really want and need. And at Eight PM tonight, I'm giving a lecture. I've given lectures in Joss-related functions before, but this one is the most challenging and potentially embarrassing, as the topic I'm talking about is massive and I needed to do a lot of research to get all the facts right. Before I gave lectures on topics like fanfiction, or "Why Oz is The Perfect Boyfriend", or the whole thing with Firefly and whores ;).

They asked me to talk about Firefly and I honestly thought everything was said and I have nothing new or interesting to add. But I tried to look at it from a new point of view, and the one thing that has changed in my life in the past year and influenced me greatly is volunteering at the Tel Aviv Rape Crisis Center. When I made this connection suddenly the topic for my would-be lecture appeared before me, so simple and fascinated... so my lecture is about Trauma and Post-Trauma in the Firefly World. Cool, no?

I've never "studied" for a lecture before, and since I'm totally into the topic, it was fun (though, leaving most of the work to last night, the day before the lecture, was not on the smart side, to say the least. I finished at 6AM and am operating on 2 hours of sleep). For the first time I decided to use a PowerPoint presentation, just to make everything a little bit more structured for me and for the listeners. It was a very interesting process, because while I was constructing the lecture, I discovered things and the point of my "argument" changed. At first (and that's what it says on the blurb at the convention's web page) I was going to talk about the fact that the show talked about the trauma of the war, but hardly dealt with the post-trauma. However, it seems that River Tam is in a constant state of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and is acting almost to a T as a rape victim. I ended up talking also about the way a personal tragedy (rape, a so-called female problem) is considered by society to be less valid, than trauma that is conceived to be social-national (post-war trauma, mostly a male problem). I also ended up with a surprising conclusion about the well-being of Mal and River, regarding their state of PTSD. It seems that River, the "crazy girl", finds herself at the end of "Serenity" on the verge of the healing process, while Mal, seemingly the more balanced and functioning person of the two, is doing nothing to help himself out of the post-traumatic state. Oh, Mal…

Well, anyway. Wish me luck, it's a huge thing I've taken on, and I hope I get through it with minimum damage... Wish me luck!


On other news, I've put up some more London trip photos at the flickr account, so go take a look if you're into shiny things.

Why update meaningfully when you can meme?

Saw this at certainthings, and while I don't do resolutions, I do love the random.
And these results were randomosity galore:

In 2007, whichwitch666 resolves to...
Be nicer to valkyrn.
Backup my fanfic regularly.
Eat more ats.
Go to the fonts every month.
Drink four glasses of dodger every day.
Find a new design.
Get your own New Year's Resolutions:

I'm really looking forward to my new diet of eating ATS and drink four glasses of Dodger every day. Sounds yummmmmmy!

Miranda Julie rocks

When I was in my third year at Design school, my Interactive Design teacher (practically the only good teacher we had that year) had shown us the movie You Me and Everyone We Know in class, and then we did flash movies inspired by it.*

If you haven't seen the movie, I recommend it. It's very poetic, thought provoking and sometimes sad and sometimes beautiful, and I loved it. It's also extremely quotable, which you know I love.**

The creator of the movie (writer, director, actor and more....) is Miranda July, a very interesting artist. She has a book of short stories coming out, and the website she put up for the book is one of the best things I've seen on the internet lately. It's so intimate, and original, and bizarre, and cool, and amusing, and just... lovely. It made me wish Miranda July and an LJ  so I can friend her :)

Check it out, you'll love it.


* My teacher was in touch with M.J. and he sent her our (god-awful, sub-par) flash movies, which was kinda embarrassing but also exciting and she was supposed to comment on each. And then I dropped out right after that, so I was always curious to know what she thought of my work. A few months ago I went to dinner with a few of my former class-mates who did finish the 4 years (poor bastards), and found out none of them got Miranda's notes. I wonder if it's because she found the work so terrible she had nothing to say, of maybe she did write back and the guy just didn't pass it on to the students. Which, in that excuse for a school, could totally have happened.

** some people found You Me and Everyone We Know annoying. So here's a poll:

I found the movie to be

boring, strange, annoying
sweet, thought provoking, fun
didn't watch it, but it sounds good and I'll look it up
didn't watch it, don't plan to
Once upon a time, a couple of years ago, Joss Whedon was all heartbroken over that whole Fucking Fox episode, and so he declared that he's retiring from TV making, never to be back again.

I refused to believe it, but my friend Ofir said that he can't see Joss ever returning. And after arguing about this for a few minutes (hours), we made an official bet. We even wrote it all down and signed it, and detailed the rules. And from that day on it was known as:


The bet is that we wait 5 years, until October 10th 2010 (10.10.10 - nice, easy date to remember).
If within that time Joss has a new show (of which he is the creator of. So directing "The Office" doesn't count) - I win, and Ofir has to pay for our trip to some sort of Joss-related fan event of my choosing. He pays for flight, convention (or whatever it is)-fees, accommodations... the works.

If however, Joss is still retired from TV making in five years time - I lose, and it's me who has to pay for the whole thing.

See, it's actually the kind of bet that no mater what, everyone sort of wins. But since Joss has announced the new show, it means I win MORE - the trip, the honor, and the new Joss/Aliza goodness - it's all mine!!

Ha ha haaaaaa!

Our friends tell me that Ofir will never make good on his promise (this has some basis in reality, since I bet him many things in the past, and have always won, and he never paid, and actually he always made some excuse to why he actually didn't lose the bet), but I am totally going to make him. If he doesn't want to come to the Joss-related event, he doesn't have to, but me - I'm going and he's paying!

(or, at some distant future, after I make him suffer and sweat, I'll be the bigger person and let him off the hook, settling for BtVS and AtS DVD box sets. But don't tell him that).
About a million days ago (13 days is a million on the internet, right?) certainthings did this userpic meme and I asked to participate but then I didn't, but here, I'm doing it now, so get off my back!


///Comment on this post. I'll choose seven userpics from your profile and you'll reply here (or you know, your own journal, whichever), explaining what they mean and why you're using them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along///

Here are the ones certainthings  wanted to know about, including my fascinating and in-depth answers from which you can learn many new things about meCollapse )

See, I totally update my lj.
Billy Elliot was on again this Thursday, and as it usually happens, that movie stayed with me for days. And this time it also inspired this Billy Elliot Love postCollapse )

So anyway, that was the Billy Elliot Love Post. I'm putting together a Ghost Dog - Way of the Samurai Love Post, so stay tuned. More will (maybe) follow.

This morning while waiting for the bus, a man walked by and he had the Prince Sign (see above) tattooed on his arm. It made me smile hugely and kinda stupidly made my morning.
In my late teens/early 20s I was a huge Prince fan, and was obsessed with that sign. Once, when I was working at the flee market in Jaffa (before my army service), I saw a girl with a necklace of it, I bought if from her for 15 shekels on the spot. I think she couldn't believe her luck, she got it for 3 shekels of something.... :)
When I saw this guy it occurred to me that had I been a tattoo-getting person back then (not that I am now, but you know what I mean), I totally would have had that tattoo, too.

It was like a visit of fandom-past.

Back to the present - I've read Buffy Season 8, #5 and #6
spoilery things with many girlish squeelsCollapse )

And on to very silly things involving hot man kissingCollapse )

Have a nice day, everyone!

PS: It's Talk Like a Pirate Day AGAIN! ...has it been a year already?

PS2: I know I use the word "totally" way too much. But I can't stop.
Hello friends!

Here's a quick update re: my life

New JobCollapse )

New BossCollapse )

Trip to LondonCollapse )

TVCollapse )

Stuff I should devote actual entries to, some day:
1. My relationship with my neighbors

More updates soon, maybe.

Much love to you all, and
Shana Tova!

Aug. 6th, 2007

A couple of weeks ago [info]monanotlisa  wrote in her journal something in German, and then she summerized it for us English speakers. She said she hates it when someone posts something in a lanugage she can't read. So this got me thinking, that most of the people reading this journal can't read Hebrew, and lately I've been posting in Hebrew, and maybe they hate that. 

So, here's a poll to find out. This is for the English-speakers, yes? You Hebrew guys don't bother. 

Poll #xxxx Language poll
Open to: all, results viewable to: all

When Shiri posts in Hebrew...

I hate it
I'm fine with it
I don't care either way

Summerizing Hebrew posts in English -

is a must!
would be nice, but whatever
don't bother

 ETA: If anyone can tell me why this poll isn't fucking working, I would appriciate it.


כשראיתי את הכתבה הזו על "קייטנת יופי לילדות" ממש רציתי לפרוץ בבכי.
אין מה לומר (כלומר, יש הרבה מאוד מה לומר, אבל אין אנרגיות להתחיל עוד נאום פמיניסטי-הומניסטי על גורל האנושות) מלבד - רדידות פושעת של ההורים.

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December 2009


Woody says:

"Years ago, my mother gave me a bullet... and I put it in my breast pocket. Two years after that, I was walking down the street, when a berserk evangelist heaved a Gideon bible out a hotel room window, hitting me in the chest. Bible would have gone through my heart if it wasn't for the bullet."


"We did a play in acting class by Paddy Chayefsky called "Gideon", and I played the part of God, in "Gideon". It was typecasting. It was method acting, so two weeks beforehand, I started to live the part offstage, y'know. I really came on God, there, I was really fabulous, I put on a blue suit, I took taxi cabs all over New York. I tipped big, 'cause he would have. I got into a fight with a guy, and I forgave him. It's true. Some guy hit my fender and I said unto him...I said, "Be fruitful and multiply". But not in those words."


"I was down south once, and I was invited to a costume party. And I figure, what the hell, it's Halloween, I'll go as a ghost. And you have to get the picture, I'm walking down the street in a deep southern town, I have a white sheet over my head. And a car pulls up and three guys with white sheets say "Get in". So I figure there's guys going to the party, as ghosts, and I get into the car, and I see we're not going to the party, and I tell them. They say "Well, we have to go pick up the Grand Dragon". All of a sudden it hits me, down south, white sheets, the Grand Dragon, I put two and two together. I figure there's a guy going to the party dressed as a dragon. "


Eddie says:

"And squirrels always eat nuts with two hands, always two hands, and occasionally, they stop and go *gasp!*, as if they're going, "Did I leave the gas on?... No! I'm a fucking squirrel!"
And occasionally they go, "Fucking nuts! Fed up with them already." And they long for a grapefruit."


"I had to chat up girls and I'd only tagged them before and I didn't have the verbal power to be able to say, "Susan, I saw you in the classroom today. As the sun came from behind the clouds, a burst of brilliant light caught your hair, it was haloed in front of me. You turned, your eyes flashed fire into my soul, I immediately read the words of Dostoevsky and Karl Marx, and in the words of Albert Schweitzer - I fancy you."
But no. At 13, you're just going, " 'ello, Sue! ...I've got legs. Do you like bread? I've got a French loaf! (smacks her on the head with the loaf and runs away, calling from a distance) Bye! I love you!"

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