The Long and Winding Road
The J-Blogsphere is resembling the set of 24 as blogs are going down left, right and centre in what you could call - Being knocked out of the World Cup syndrome.
Last week it was the Australian, Dutch and Swiss bloggers who found the going tough after their team was unceremoniously dumped from the World Cup, today it is the turn of the English as yet again the Three Lions fail to roar.
A loss is a loss is a loss but how the English must be besides themselves after losing on penalties - yet AGAIN! Oh how they would love a record like the Germans who have been in four World Cup penalty shoot-outs and never lost one.
Even our Brazilian friends have gone quiet. But when you’ve won two of the last three tournaments and come runner-up in the other one you really don’t have that much to be upset about.
So it looks like the only bloggers who still be blogging by week's end will be the Germans and French which doesn’t do much for me because I don’t read any French or German blogs.
Shabbat was good but am starting to get sick of the sight of the Jerusalem - Tel Aviv road. Came to work on Thursday. Left work on Thursday afternoon before turning back a few hours later all in the search of good sushi. Went home last night and then did it all again this morning. For those keeping a tally at home, its five times in 72 hours with a sixth to come in three hours.
In Israel you don’t feel as much as if you are traveling to a different city as a different planet. Tel Aviv and Jerusalem are so many worlds apart you sometimes forget they you don’t need your passport or even a spaceship to get from one to another.
That a tiny sliver of land can have two major cities so close but yet so different in every way is just one of the quirks of Israeli life and society.
When work colleagues ask me where I live and I answer “Jerusalem” their response is normally a combination of shock, awe, bewilderment and disbelief. For typically you are considered to live far from work if it’s a 20 minute bus ride away.
I don’t think twice about it though. Most of my travel is necessitated by the fact that most of the jobs in my field which pay decently are in Tel Aviv. I just see the commuting as part of the job - no different to if a lived in the outer suburbs of New York, Melbourne or London.
The funny thing of all this is that when I wasn’t working I considered it a pain in the backside to have to go down to the makolet around the corner when the milk ran out.
Last week it was the Australian, Dutch and Swiss bloggers who found the going tough after their team was unceremoniously dumped from the World Cup, today it is the turn of the English as yet again the Three Lions fail to roar.
A loss is a loss is a loss but how the English must be besides themselves after losing on penalties - yet AGAIN! Oh how they would love a record like the Germans who have been in four World Cup penalty shoot-outs and never lost one.
Even our Brazilian friends have gone quiet. But when you’ve won two of the last three tournaments and come runner-up in the other one you really don’t have that much to be upset about.
So it looks like the only bloggers who still be blogging by week's end will be the Germans and French which doesn’t do much for me because I don’t read any French or German blogs.
Shabbat was good but am starting to get sick of the sight of the Jerusalem - Tel Aviv road. Came to work on Thursday. Left work on Thursday afternoon before turning back a few hours later all in the search of good sushi. Went home last night and then did it all again this morning. For those keeping a tally at home, its five times in 72 hours with a sixth to come in three hours.
In Israel you don’t feel as much as if you are traveling to a different city as a different planet. Tel Aviv and Jerusalem are so many worlds apart you sometimes forget they you don’t need your passport or even a spaceship to get from one to another.
That a tiny sliver of land can have two major cities so close but yet so different in every way is just one of the quirks of Israeli life and society.
When work colleagues ask me where I live and I answer “Jerusalem” their response is normally a combination of shock, awe, bewilderment and disbelief. For typically you are considered to live far from work if it’s a 20 minute bus ride away.
I don’t think twice about it though. Most of my travel is necessitated by the fact that most of the jobs in my field which pay decently are in Tel Aviv. I just see the commuting as part of the job - no different to if a lived in the outer suburbs of New York, Melbourne or London.
The funny thing of all this is that when I wasn’t working I considered it a pain in the backside to have to go down to the makolet around the corner when the milk ran out.
posted by Dot Co Dot Il at 2:12 PM
7 Comments:
B O R I N G!!!!
Hopefully this will all be over soon, and life will continue on as normal!
Hey, sweatshop- well said!!!!!
Love the way you analogised bloggers to countries.
Cute
Spare a thought for the commuter who uses 3 modes of transport (train, bus and car) for a 30 minute trip from work to home.
SW - Isn't he Scottish?
J@TM - Hang in there, champ. It's almost over.
K - What about what I said?
W - Thanking you :)
Anon - Oy Vey! Where are you going to/from?
:'(
If I told you that I wouldn't be anon
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