blog sites!
no, i'm not moving countries, cities, or even apartments (yet - damn this lightless, chilly half-basement). i'm just changing where i post the random dribble that makes me feel a little more connected to the world back home.
the new place is this:
http://lianakrose.tumblr.com/
see ya over there.
:)
Monday, May 2, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
today's accomplishments
2) granola/cereal bar
1) chocolatechipbananamuffinsa la hannah's recipe
and 3) some advancement on th
e verrry slowwwwww Coffee Table Project, which is painting a Shel Silverstein poem on the table in a piecemeal manner via contributions from friends and dinner guests in their own chosen style.
Monday, April 25, 2011
April 25th = an ADD girl's version of the day after Jan 20th.
But don't say I didn't warn you.
Forgive me masses, for it's been a long time since my last post (again). It's the Shame Cycle (thank you for the terminology James) - when you avoid something for so long, you don't know how to approach it, so you ignore it (as described in one of my most recent posts). But I've decided to come back today, and I've chosen the moment in which I realize that I have to pee, perhaps to ensure that this I won't let this post drag on and on, because once I start, I know I won't let myself get up until it's done.
I think I'm not a True Blogger, since I don't feel compelled to write on a regular basis, but once I get going, I actually kinda like it. But I can never remember that. It's been so long, in fact, that I can't remember if I use capital I's or lower case i's. Since I hate pressing the SHIFT button cause it really slows me down, we're going back to i's and no capitals at the beginning of sentences. i'm relieved to know that my Bubbie isn't reading this blog, or i'd be doomed.
so what's up in life right now? i'm still server manager at Mike's Place, the all-american/tourist bar/restaurant with a few Israeli customer's who come by and berate me for not being fluent in Hebrew, then ask for my number. sometimes i hate the job and sometimes i have fun. it's really not my kind of work, nor is it my chosen social scene, but i've made some good friends there. actually, i think 99% of my friends here were made at the bar. this includes staff and customers (the rare, noncreepy ones). one of these customers is a musician who played at the bar, and could be my Ryan #2. (don't worry Ry - no one will ever replace you.) we will probably play an Open Mic night together sometime soon, but i can't get too excited, cause he's moving back to the states really soon. (it's a sign that no can ever replace Ryan.)
i've been doing some more couchsurf hosting recently, and met some very cool and some very strange people, both of which are to be expected. i'm looking forward to hosting a russian lady my age who's coming to jerusalem for a midwifery workshop. obviously makes me think of and miss Julia. hi Julia!!
some of you will know that i've been working on a lengthy document (called an music therapist accreditation file) exploring my clinical work with kids with eating disorders at Sick Kids. i finally finished it. i was excited to sleep in the next day for the first time in several weeks - instead, i woke early and proceeded to feel anxious and purposeless. i got over that quickly and have resumed being annoyed that i can't sleep in due to the incessant screaming from the neighbours. my impression is that most accreditation files turn out to be in the 20-30 page range. mine was 125 pages. i'm worried they (the review board - those judging my worth as a music therapist) will ask me to shorten it. but honestly, if i take out any detail, i will lose all the good stuff and the exercise will have been futile, since it won't communicate the essence of the progress i saw in the kids. "it took me years to write it, they were the best years of my life. it was a beautiful song, but it ran too long - if you wanna make a hit, you gotta make it quick, so they cut it down to 3:05." i hear ya, Billy Joel. we'll see how it turns out. i need to wait something like 5 months before i hear anything back from the review board, at which point i do my final task - respond to an ethical dilemma. i'll get an email outlining a sticky situation that provokes heavy consideration of music therapy ethics, and i will write a blurb explaining how i would respond to this situation. i feel confident about it, and i'm excited to see what it will be.
in short news:
1) i went to a great swing dance class, and i hope i keep going. it's in hebrew so my brain has to work very hard to follow, but it's fun and the old, sweaty, smiling men remind me of contra dancing in toronto. i love it.
2) i want to start volunteering at 'crossroads', a support/rec centre for the anglo street/at-risk youth of Jerusalem. they want a social worker, and i can do the list of tasks they require, but i need a degree. it's frustrating, cause it would be great to leave the bar and do something like this. alas, alack.
3) i'm thinking of starting a branch of Food Not Bombs. it makes me nervous. large task, with heavy political connotation. more than other cities, i think. not sure how i will handle the steady questioning of my politics. canada is so much EASIER.
on that note... i've been having many thoughts and experiences in and around the famous conflict, and it's so tiring. too tiring to even touch on in this post, because the scope is so wide, so complex, that my brain is starting to hurt just considering it. perhaps i will explore my thoughts slowly, in other posts, as they arise.
i think i'll be uploading a bunch more photos on facebook, so watch out for those if you like.
days are warmer, nights are still chilly, and the desert summer drought is soon to be upon us. i miss summer rains. the up-side is that we can finally use our saved sink water to quench the thirst of our coffee-can garden. when it rains during the winter, it's harder to find uses for gray water. ideas, eco-kids?
love.
Forgive me masses, for it's been a long time since my last post (again). It's the Shame Cycle (thank you for the terminology James) - when you avoid something for so long, you don't know how to approach it, so you ignore it (as described in one of my most recent posts). But I've decided to come back today, and I've chosen the moment in which I realize that I have to pee, perhaps to ensure that this I won't let this post drag on and on, because once I start, I know I won't let myself get up until it's done.
I think I'm not a True Blogger, since I don't feel compelled to write on a regular basis, but once I get going, I actually kinda like it. But I can never remember that. It's been so long, in fact, that I can't remember if I use capital I's or lower case i's. Since I hate pressing the SHIFT button cause it really slows me down, we're going back to i's and no capitals at the beginning of sentences. i'm relieved to know that my Bubbie isn't reading this blog, or i'd be doomed.
so what's up in life right now? i'm still server manager at Mike's Place, the all-american/tourist bar/restaurant with a few Israeli customer's who come by and berate me for not being fluent in Hebrew, then ask for my number. sometimes i hate the job and sometimes i have fun. it's really not my kind of work, nor is it my chosen social scene, but i've made some good friends there. actually, i think 99% of my friends here were made at the bar. this includes staff and customers (the rare, noncreepy ones). one of these customers is a musician who played at the bar, and could be my Ryan #2. (don't worry Ry - no one will ever replace you.) we will probably play an Open Mic night together sometime soon, but i can't get too excited, cause he's moving back to the states really soon. (it's a sign that no can ever replace Ryan.)
i've been doing some more couchsurf hosting recently, and met some very cool and some very strange people, both of which are to be expected. i'm looking forward to hosting a russian lady my age who's coming to jerusalem for a midwifery workshop. obviously makes me think of and miss Julia. hi Julia!!
some of you will know that i've been working on a lengthy document (called an music therapist accreditation file) exploring my clinical work with kids with eating disorders at Sick Kids. i finally finished it. i was excited to sleep in the next day for the first time in several weeks - instead, i woke early and proceeded to feel anxious and purposeless. i got over that quickly and have resumed being annoyed that i can't sleep in due to the incessant screaming from the neighbours. my impression is that most accreditation files turn out to be in the 20-30 page range. mine was 125 pages. i'm worried they (the review board - those judging my worth as a music therapist) will ask me to shorten it. but honestly, if i take out any detail, i will lose all the good stuff and the exercise will have been futile, since it won't communicate the essence of the progress i saw in the kids. "it took me years to write it, they were the best years of my life. it was a beautiful song, but it ran too long - if you wanna make a hit, you gotta make it quick, so they cut it down to 3:05." i hear ya, Billy Joel. we'll see how it turns out. i need to wait something like 5 months before i hear anything back from the review board, at which point i do my final task - respond to an ethical dilemma. i'll get an email outlining a sticky situation that provokes heavy consideration of music therapy ethics, and i will write a blurb explaining how i would respond to this situation. i feel confident about it, and i'm excited to see what it will be.
in short news:
1) i went to a great swing dance class, and i hope i keep going. it's in hebrew so my brain has to work very hard to follow, but it's fun and the old, sweaty, smiling men remind me of contra dancing in toronto. i love it.
2) i want to start volunteering at 'crossroads', a support/rec centre for the anglo street/at-risk youth of Jerusalem. they want a social worker, and i can do the list of tasks they require, but i need a degree. it's frustrating, cause it would be great to leave the bar and do something like this. alas, alack.
3) i'm thinking of starting a branch of Food Not Bombs. it makes me nervous. large task, with heavy political connotation. more than other cities, i think. not sure how i will handle the steady questioning of my politics. canada is so much EASIER.
on that note... i've been having many thoughts and experiences in and around the famous conflict, and it's so tiring. too tiring to even touch on in this post, because the scope is so wide, so complex, that my brain is starting to hurt just considering it. perhaps i will explore my thoughts slowly, in other posts, as they arise.
i think i'll be uploading a bunch more photos on facebook, so watch out for those if you like.
days are warmer, nights are still chilly, and the desert summer drought is soon to be upon us. i miss summer rains. the up-side is that we can finally use our saved sink water to quench the thirst of our coffee-can garden. when it rains during the winter, it's harder to find uses for gray water. ideas, eco-kids?
love.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
New sheets.
So today is my one-year anniversary of Moving To Israel. (Capitalizing things makes me miss Dawna.)
If I was an appropriate blogger, this would be the post that delves into my experience thus far, explores my trials and tribulations living in a beautiful but frustratingly complicated and racist country a billion miles (or kilometers - I AM Canadian after all) from home, describes the beauty that is my relocation-inspiring relationship, and complains that you can't get silken tofu ANYWHERE. But I am really tired and trying to kill this jetlag, so I will leave all that stuff for the next blog post (if you've forgotten that I have ADHD, you'll believe me when I say I will post again tomorrow) and leave you with this:
Fancy sheets make getting out of bed a struggle, but a luxurious struggle. I love presents. Thanks, Eyal's Big Brother.
p.s THANK YOU BERNICE for visiting me in Jerusalem today. It was divine. (I almost misspelled divine. That's embarrassing.)
If I was an appropriate blogger, this would be the post that delves into my experience thus far, explores my trials and tribulations living in a beautiful but frustratingly complicated and racist country a billion miles (or kilometers - I AM Canadian after all) from home, describes the beauty that is my relocation-inspiring relationship, and complains that you can't get silken tofu ANYWHERE. But I am really tired and trying to kill this jetlag, so I will leave all that stuff for the next blog post (if you've forgotten that I have ADHD, you'll believe me when I say I will post again tomorrow) and leave you with this:
Fancy sheets make getting out of bed a struggle, but a luxurious struggle. I love presents. Thanks, Eyal's Big Brother.
p.s THANK YOU BERNICE for visiting me in Jerusalem today. It was divine. (I almost misspelled divine. That's embarrassing.)
Sunday, December 12, 2010
the faded pink headscarf.
this has nothing to do with a faded pink headscarf. it's just something i couldn't write in my justly-fresh post because it didn't match. just like my dark yellow tanktop doesn't match my faded pink headscarf.
so i'm on the lower level of my bar all night tonight, no window to the outside world. and when i surface for air, at 3am, i'm met with a nasty image: fat blobs of rain, falling fast and furiously. it's the first real downpour of the winter. i look down at my 20 dollar "uggs." i look back at the rain. i slump. it'll only be a 10 minute walk home, but i might as well just throw myself in a puddle now.
i suit up, wrap my head in my scarf and venture out, wincing in anticipation.... and... it's actually not so bad. i covered my neck decently, and i'm pretty warm in my coat. i perk up a bit.
a bit too soon.
i quickly discover that the streets are rivers, and not just of water. it's rudge - rain/sludge. half-frozen, half gushing rivers of rudge. i live in a goddam desert, what the hell is this? but, i've walked about 100 feet and my tootsies are still dry in their fuzzy shoes, so i carry on with a little bit of hope.
which is quickly dashed.
trudging up a hill, i start to feel the familiar feel of autumn in toronto - a slight chill under my feet, followed by water seeping into my favourite plaid shoes with the torn sole because i'm too stubborn to admit that it's november and i shouldn't be wearing my favourite plaid shoes anymore. it starts in my big toes; i thank the oddly symmetrical holes in my boots. i think, probably outloud at that time of the morning, "this is alright. i can handle the big toes." but DUH, it doesn't stop there! how could i have fooled myself into thinking that it would?! i can feel the rudge creeping around my heel now, and it soon touches my arches - and just like that! my boots are swimming pools. i'm mad.
icy and squishy, it seems like my tired feet are slowly sinking into the road as i lose the feeling of wearing boots at all. i could've sworn i was walking through the rudge in my stocking feet. i'm a grumpy, huddled, shivering pile of grrrrrr and it seems like an eternity will pass before i make it home.
then this funny thing happened, when the stone in the road looked familiar or something, and then BAM! for a glorious instant - it's late october and i'm running through the rain in the alleyway between Gladstone and Dufferin on my way to the subway to catch a train to Bathurst where i'll go to work at the Listening Centre behind Honest Ed's and i'm in my rain boots with the yellow horses and maybe after work i'll go meet Alex for a coffee at Moonbean or maybe i'll jam with Ryan or maybe Hannah will be free for dinner at Nazareth -
and honestly, i was really happy for just a second, being out in the rain, no feeling in my toes.
so i'm on the lower level of my bar all night tonight, no window to the outside world. and when i surface for air, at 3am, i'm met with a nasty image: fat blobs of rain, falling fast and furiously. it's the first real downpour of the winter. i look down at my 20 dollar "uggs." i look back at the rain. i slump. it'll only be a 10 minute walk home, but i might as well just throw myself in a puddle now.
i suit up, wrap my head in my scarf and venture out, wincing in anticipation.... and... it's actually not so bad. i covered my neck decently, and i'm pretty warm in my coat. i perk up a bit.
a bit too soon.
i quickly discover that the streets are rivers, and not just of water. it's rudge - rain/sludge. half-frozen, half gushing rivers of rudge. i live in a goddam desert, what the hell is this? but, i've walked about 100 feet and my tootsies are still dry in their fuzzy shoes, so i carry on with a little bit of hope.
which is quickly dashed.
trudging up a hill, i start to feel the familiar feel of autumn in toronto - a slight chill under my feet, followed by water seeping into my favourite plaid shoes with the torn sole because i'm too stubborn to admit that it's november and i shouldn't be wearing my favourite plaid shoes anymore. it starts in my big toes; i thank the oddly symmetrical holes in my boots. i think, probably outloud at that time of the morning, "this is alright. i can handle the big toes." but DUH, it doesn't stop there! how could i have fooled myself into thinking that it would?! i can feel the rudge creeping around my heel now, and it soon touches my arches - and just like that! my boots are swimming pools. i'm mad.
icy and squishy, it seems like my tired feet are slowly sinking into the road as i lose the feeling of wearing boots at all. i could've sworn i was walking through the rudge in my stocking feet. i'm a grumpy, huddled, shivering pile of grrrrrr and it seems like an eternity will pass before i make it home.
then this funny thing happened, when the stone in the road looked familiar or something, and then BAM! for a glorious instant - it's late october and i'm running through the rain in the alleyway between Gladstone and Dufferin on my way to the subway to catch a train to Bathurst where i'll go to work at the Listening Centre behind Honest Ed's and i'm in my rain boots with the yellow horses and maybe after work i'll go meet Alex for a coffee at Moonbean or maybe i'll jam with Ryan or maybe Hannah will be free for dinner at Nazareth -
and honestly, i was really happy for just a second, being out in the rain, no feeling in my toes.
eeek... (pull collar)...
so i know it's been a billion years since i posted - but i did that thing where you avoid something cause it's a huge task and then it gets bigger so you avoid it more and then it gets bigger so you feel nervous and a bit guilty every time you glance at your internet shortcut called "BlogHome" and then it grows to a task so daunting, so massive, that the anxiety when you just open the computer forces you into such a frantic seizure of "StumbleUpon"-ing that you can't remember why you sat down with the blasted machine in the first place.
yeah, that thing.
so i apologize to my tens of fans; it hath been a long while since addressing thee...s. (what's plural of thee, William?)
but don't get too excited, because this is just going to be a little update. and then i'll immediately write a new post altogether, because i have a different thought. (i'd put them both together but this one is slightly funny and the next one will be slightly poetic and i just can't mix and match like that. it's like wearing my dark yellow tank top with my faded pink headscarf. it's just... no.
dark yellow tank top material:
- i work at a bar now, called Mike's Place, started by a torontonian guy. new location in jerusalem, opened a few months ago, been there since the bottle-smashing. became the head server pretty soon which turned into a sort of low level management position which i don't really want because it makes it harder to quit which i eventually will do because i'm just not into smoking inside (yes i'm a spoiled canadian) and staying up til 5a.m to serve loud americans who came to watch football and who get so excited - "JETS JETS JETS!!!!!" - that they forget to tip on the way past their vomit and out the door. but i do get to make the schedule which is alright albeit time-consuming, and the people are awesome. 2nd-best friends i've made here, for sure. (elisa = #1.)
- i have a cat. he seduced me from the street and now he lives in my house with Leon the Dog. Leon doesn't mind really, even though Bulgar's favourite toy is Leon's tail. yes, the cat is named after a wheat product. can't explain how it happened.
- i'm in the throes of passionately writing the body of work known as my file, which is my music therapy thesis-y thing about my work at Sick Kids, for submission to the canadian professional music therapy association so i can become an accredited music therapy rock star in canada. applicable for when i come back. although, wouldn't hurt looking for music therapy jobs here, with those little letters beside my name that no one will understand - but there's a chance they'll be impressed when they ask for clarification.
- mmmmm, that's pretty much everything. OH! i went to cairo for a few days, and met up with Brother Dan who was there on business. if you're reading this blog, you might've already seen some photos on facebook. crazy times, ya'alla. (<--- "wow")
- i made an awesome vegan pecan fudge pie.
- mmmmm, now that's pretty much everything. i'm sure more will pop up soon.
most of you are covered in snow, from the head to the toe. which brings me to the pink headscarf material... which of course is in the next post, because otherwise it would be like putting thai peanut sauce AND sweet chili sauce in your stir-fry... and you can all probably guess how i'd feel about that.
yeah, that thing.
so i apologize to my tens of fans; it hath been a long while since addressing thee...s. (what's plural of thee, William?)
but don't get too excited, because this is just going to be a little update. and then i'll immediately write a new post altogether, because i have a different thought. (i'd put them both together but this one is slightly funny and the next one will be slightly poetic and i just can't mix and match like that. it's like wearing my dark yellow tank top with my faded pink headscarf. it's just... no.
dark yellow tank top material:
- i work at a bar now, called Mike's Place, started by a torontonian guy. new location in jerusalem, opened a few months ago, been there since the bottle-smashing. became the head server pretty soon which turned into a sort of low level management position which i don't really want because it makes it harder to quit which i eventually will do because i'm just not into smoking inside (yes i'm a spoiled canadian) and staying up til 5a.m to serve loud americans who came to watch football and who get so excited - "JETS JETS JETS!!!!!" - that they forget to tip on the way past their vomit and out the door. but i do get to make the schedule which is alright albeit time-consuming, and the people are awesome. 2nd-best friends i've made here, for sure. (elisa = #1.)
- i have a cat. he seduced me from the street and now he lives in my house with Leon the Dog. Leon doesn't mind really, even though Bulgar's favourite toy is Leon's tail. yes, the cat is named after a wheat product. can't explain how it happened.
- i'm in the throes of passionately writing the body of work known as my file, which is my music therapy thesis-y thing about my work at Sick Kids, for submission to the canadian professional music therapy association so i can become an accredited music therapy rock star in canada. applicable for when i come back. although, wouldn't hurt looking for music therapy jobs here, with those little letters beside my name that no one will understand - but there's a chance they'll be impressed when they ask for clarification.
- mmmmm, that's pretty much everything. OH! i went to cairo for a few days, and met up with Brother Dan who was there on business. if you're reading this blog, you might've already seen some photos on facebook. crazy times, ya'alla. (<--- "wow")
- i made an awesome vegan pecan fudge pie.
- mmmmm, now that's pretty much everything. i'm sure more will pop up soon.
most of you are covered in snow, from the head to the toe. which brings me to the pink headscarf material... which of course is in the next post, because otherwise it would be like putting thai peanut sauce AND sweet chili sauce in your stir-fry... and you can all probably guess how i'd feel about that.
Monday, June 14, 2010
When you wanna get some, what do you do? (Do "The Bird!")
i know it's been a while... (some sources say two weeks?)... but i've been a bit under the weather, and my internet hasn't been working cause breaker #17 got broke and nothing in our living room has power. so to get net, i go sit outside with my computer for, maximum, as long as it takes to run out of battery (about an hour) and steal signal from my neighbours. sometimes it's really hot and i can't sit out there very long, or sometimes the stone really hurts my butt and i can't sit out there very long, or sometimes it's chilly and i can't sit out there very long. so, apologies to the faithful followers who've been getting on my case about the recent absenteeism (laura and jess).
so as i said, i've been kinda blah and not too much has been going on... i wrote about the activism festival i think... there was an awesome art/photo/media/video hoo-hah in my neighbourhood and i saw some great bands play - including an awesome israeli/gypsy band called Oy Division, which was funny to nobody but me. Eyal has been busy at school - he's showing his latest work this very second - two enormous panoramas of Mamilla, the disgusting mall that was built over an old neighbourhood right next to the Old City (i think i've even ranted about this place before?). he explored some cool artistic/technical stuff, and also commented on the politics of the mall/neighbourhood. now he's going to try to sell the photos to some egomaniac over in Mamilla because there's no room for these in our apartment, or really any abode we are likely to inhabit over the next few years.
so, boring stuff out of the way. the REAL juice comes from a seemingly normal day on Chulda Haneviah St, when i saw a baby bird hopping about close to our front door that looked curiously unlike the pigeons that poop all over our front steps. this little guy couldn't fly yet, but still appears capable of consuming me. he hopped away and i went inside. but LATER, i went out with Leon to the courtyard close-by to engage in the aforementioned activity known as wireless theft, and came across one of the neighbourhood garbage cats (as i have affectionately titled them) hovering over this poor creature of the air! he was on his back and there was a stick in his eye and i didn't know what to do to help. so i phoned around frantically until i found someone to come pick him up, because this clearly was a bird of importance. so leon and i bird-sat for a few hours - i skyped with Jess and leon chased away cats who came close to the bird. one cat even spooked Cliff (i thought he looked like a Cliff) off his back and onto his feet, and he cuddled into a bush until what's-her-face came with a cat carrier to take him away. it turns out that he's a very endangered species of Kestrel, called the Lesser Kestrel (or Baz Adom in hebrew), and prospects are very dim for this bird of prey. and i saved him!! i was sad to see Cliff go, but then what's-her-face told me that i'd have to feed him mice if i wanted to keep him, so i gave the responsibility to the Jerusalem Zoo.
so as i said, i've been kinda blah and not too much has been going on... i wrote about the activism festival i think... there was an awesome art/photo/media/video hoo-hah in my neighbourhood and i saw some great bands play - including an awesome israeli/gypsy band called Oy Division, which was funny to nobody but me. Eyal has been busy at school - he's showing his latest work this very second - two enormous panoramas of Mamilla, the disgusting mall that was built over an old neighbourhood right next to the Old City (i think i've even ranted about this place before?). he explored some cool artistic/technical stuff, and also commented on the politics of the mall/neighbourhood. now he's going to try to sell the photos to some egomaniac over in Mamilla because there's no room for these in our apartment, or really any abode we are likely to inhabit over the next few years.
so, boring stuff out of the way. the REAL juice comes from a seemingly normal day on Chulda Haneviah St, when i saw a baby bird hopping about close to our front door that looked curiously unlike the pigeons that poop all over our front steps. this little guy couldn't fly yet, but still appears capable of consuming me. he hopped away and i went inside. but LATER, i went out with Leon to the courtyard close-by to engage in the aforementioned activity known as wireless theft, and came across one of the neighbourhood garbage cats (as i have affectionately titled them) hovering over this poor creature of the air! he was on his back and there was a stick in his eye and i didn't know what to do to help. so i phoned around frantically until i found someone to come pick him up, because this clearly was a bird of importance. so leon and i bird-sat for a few hours - i skyped with Jess and leon chased away cats who came close to the bird. one cat even spooked Cliff (i thought he looked like a Cliff) off his back and onto his feet, and he cuddled into a bush until what's-her-face came with a cat carrier to take him away. it turns out that he's a very endangered species of Kestrel, called the Lesser Kestrel (or Baz Adom in hebrew), and prospects are very dim for this bird of prey. and i saved him!! i was sad to see Cliff go, but then what's-her-face told me that i'd have to feed him mice if i wanted to keep him, so i gave the responsibility to the Jerusalem Zoo.
isn't he beautiful!?!??!!?!!??!
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