Foto Friday #32
Winter has arrived to the Mid-East, friends & neighbors. How better to capture the moments than by setting up a camera, setting the time elapse exposure and letting nature take its course?
Enjoy. Storm over Haifa shot earlier this month by Elad Kuzy…
Happy Foto Friday…your friends @ Israelity.



“SERENITY NOOOOOOW!!!!”*
A Google search of “Israeli bureaucracy” brings up phrases such as “struggle”, “coping”, and “what have I done to deserve this?” Ok, I made the last one up. But talk to any native Israeli or immigrant and you’re bound to hear stories of not just long lines, but decisions void of logic made at the whim of the particular clerk you get at any given time. With this in mind and sense of humor by my side, I decided to brave the Tel Aviv municipality building recently in pursuit of one of my aliyah benefits.
- I walk into the office which houses services related to arnona (municipality tax), water, among other things. The closest thing I can compare it to in America is the DMV. Who’s excited to go now? That’s sort of like someone describing your blind date as “the closest thing to Leona Helmsley.”
- A quick look around reveals a surprisingly high degree of organization. Colored signs detailing each department hang from the ceiling, TV screens display the next number, and a woman sits by the door handing you your lucky number. Jesus, what’s the interview like for that job?
Interviewer: “Ehhhh…how are you at extending your arm while holding a small piece of paper.”
Candidate: “Zzzzzz……”
Interviewer: “You’re hired!”
- In the middle of the floor is a sign for sheirut atzmi, self-service. You can even make or apply for IDs of some kind. I’m using Shaq’s picture and naming myself McLovin.
- My number is 159?. The screen shows 109. Fasten your seat belts.
- “nah nah NAH NAH! nah NAH! nah NAH! nah nah NAH NAH! nah nah NAH NAH! nah NAH! MY ARNONA!” (They can’t all be winners, folks. I have an hour to kill.) On that note, I’d like to revise my rankings of worst 3 Israeli names. Osnat, Dudu, and Moran…meet Arnona, Shilshula, and Chumusia. (If they’re not names, they should be.)
- I’m used to government offices issuing licenses and passports. This one deals with Easy Park and water…where do I go for my falafel discount?
- The guy sitting next to me is talking on his bluetooth. Seriously, where do we go from here? Chopping off your friend’s ear and walking around talking into it?
- Of course the government workers in Israel are hot…eat your heart out, DMV. Is anyone surprised? I just sent that mesage in an SMS to my buddy Tal accompanied by the word “shwing”. If this were 1992, that would have been funny.
- Time to take a walk. I approach the number-giving woman and ask “When is it not busy here?” She replies, “8-9…b’seder. Acharei (after)? Balagan! (chaos)” I love that word. I always imagine barn doors opening and farm animals running amok with clowns and noisemakers.
- (Yawn) This is boring. Where’s the yelling, dammit? I’m not leaving till I witness at least one confrontation. I pick up the customer evaluation “how are we doing?” form. The top says “your opinion is important to us.” Yes, and I have a bridge in Tehran to sell you. What do you think they do with these forms? Start the Lag B’Omer fires? Fold them up and put them in the Kotel? After a hard 8 hour day, do the workers go out for a Goldstar and exclaim “Dudu, look! Dees guy said deh wait was too lohng. BAAAAA HA HA HA HA!!!!!”, slapping each other on the backs and stomping their feet?
I guess it’s gonna end up in the trash anyway.
- It’s been an hour and we’re at 154?. Can you feel the tension mounting???
- 156! I’m just waiting to hear what necessary documentation I’m missing…like 2 passport pictures and a urine sample.
- 157…
- What? They just went back to 156. What, am I watching “Memento“?
- 159! As I approach the woman, I’m desperately trying not to crack up laughing, waiting for the adventure to begin. She looks at my lease and doesn’t see my name on it. I pull out the sublease addendum. If she says no, I won’t even be able to fight. I’m just gonna start laughing.
- And then it happens…”Here eez deh proh-blem.” Oh, dear G-d. There’s a problem and she’s right. My lease, which both my roommates have signed and are bound to, has expired and neither the landlord nor they bothered to do anything about it even before I moved in. Seriously? I signed the addendum with my name on it…call me crazy but it didn’t occur to me that the lease might not be valid. I suppose I could have tried to read it in Hebrew. After that, I could have also tried landing on the sun.
B’seder, whaddya gonna do? After having my landlord make a new lease, I returned to the iriya shortly thereafter and dealt with it. Not so bad, all in all. I usually make sure to speak poor Hebrew and look homely, sort of the equivalent of the woman batting her eyelashes at the cop who pulls her over. Not that anyone finds it attractive, but I figure it can’t hurt, right? And when you’re at a government office, you probably need all the help you can get.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go take a number. I’ll probably need something done six months from now.
For more antics, ask yourself “What War Zone???“
Fake as Real
Filed under: A New Reality, Blogging, History and Culture, Pop Culture
Remember the controversial Time Magazine cover wherein O.J. Simpson’s image was digitally altered?
Okay, we’ll illustrate. The original mugshot is on the Newsweek cover. The altered one is Time’s. Pushes the reader toward some fairly negative connotations, eh? That cover sparked a tremendous amount of debate in the journalism world back in the mid-90′s regarding ethics of image alteration.

Blogger korzacsol, a Belgian-born Israel dwelling visual artist, discusses the digital alteration debate in his posting: Fake Photos: Your New Reality.
Korzacsol illustrates photo doctoring in journalism, advertising and on the Web using examples taken from Tiananmen Square, the 2006 Israel-Lebanon War, John Kerry’s political campaign and a Harry Potter promo poster depicting a larger-breasted-than-usual Emma Watts.
Good debate. Good images. Go over and check it out.
A Parent’s Nightmare
Lacking excitement? Pining for that “blood running cold through the veins” rush?

Then tune into Mother in Israel’s blog for her entry on the two kindergarten aged kids, aged 3.5 & 4, who disappeared from school for three hours before turning up safe and alive despite having traveled far from school and crossing several intersections.
…two children aged 3.5 and 4 disappeared from gan (preschool) without anyone realizing. At around 11 AM, the ganenet (teacher) noticed that they didn’t return to the gan (school) after playtime in the fenced area outside. After a thorough search of the premises failed to locate the children, the staff realized that they must have gotten out. The ganenet set off in search of them, going as far as the children’s homes.
Traipse over to Mom’s blog to get the rest.
Yikes!
Give the Jew Girl Toys
When it comes to Sarah Silverman, the jury right here is definitely still out. Nonetheless, we’re sharing this video because…I don’t know. It’s holiday season and if nothing else, Ms. Silverman is way way way gutsy. And tacky. But gutsy.
tks, jewlicious














