Ok picture this:
I am in Jordan on top of Mt. Neob where Moses was translated or somthing like that.
the view is amazing i can see the whole entire valley clear across to Jericho!! that's cool Snap a pic of that.
Ooo cute school girl on a rock. Snap.
OOO BIRDS! SNAP SNAP SNnnna..........what? the shutter is wont release. i impaitently look down to see what the hold up is- i am missing out on some good shots here. my heart drops. the LCD screen reads: YOUR CF CARD IS UNFORMATTED REMOVE IT. how could this be? how did this happen? what do i do? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS???? this means i have no camera for the next 4 days to take pictures of spetacular Petra, gershon, and jordan river!! it means i have to drop $70 bucks on a new one. it means that while other students are laughing taking stupid narcistic pictures of themselves i will have none. it means that like a fat kid who has no teeth to eat his cake- i will have no camera to capture priceless moments.
its devasting. a low blow from the Banshees that curse my life.
tears almost hit the tear gland when.........(suspense).......I remember that i hualed my hunk of metal 1968 Pentax film camera across the border!! A MIRACLE. that nite i hunt the city of Wadi Mousa for film. i found some for an eye ball and some teeth-it was $7 dollars a roll!! oustandingly rediculous. i got two. the next day i would barter a desperate shop keeper for an aditional roll for an amazingly cheap price of $4.
because of this despensable blessing of film, i had to carefully choose and craft each picture. slowing down and disect each location to make sure i was getting the maximum shot per frame. it was hard. but you know what? i l i k e d i t. it was refreshing. i got to intimately know each subject i was shooting. instead this one nite stand type of deal that i had going on before it was as if i was developing a relationship taking time to get to know it and bond with it! it made the time spent at the location more memorable and each picture better composed.
I can't help but hear dierks bentley lyrics in my head: "I'd settle for a slowdown...come on tap those brakes..mmm do la dee.." why do we live like we have to go mock 90? there is soo much to life if we just push and the breaks. slow down. What is the point of life if we dont enjoy it?? what's the point of working 65 hours a week if you dont get to play with your kids? whats the point of taking on a crap load of credits joining every club and training for a marathon if you are too stressed to have any fun?
"Men are that they might have joy." God wants to bless us with peace and happiness. i just feel as if we take life so fast that we forget how to be intiment and enjoy the simple things that really give us life greatest pleasures.
please slow down. eat a marshmellow. feel the breeze. develop a talent. smile at the walmart door greaters.
shoot if you find this a little difficult to do- i kno of a good remedy: pull out your old film brick of a camera and let it revive you.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Mumbo Jumbo
me trying to get some action from the sphinx
but i uh..kind of missed haha
notice my fanny pack. seriously these things are amazing
k this pic was taken on a train ride. an overnite train ride
from Luxor to Cario. it was RAD this seat fold down into a
bed and we slept to the soothing motion of the train. This was
us after we woke up. YIKES
Friday, October 9, 2009
The Ballad on Stairs
Morning light to setting dusk
climbing stairs is a must
Top to bottom, bottom to top
the merciless stones is a must
Sweating 'n Panting as I climb
If it does not stop I'll lose my mind
Weak calves, complaining toes
this is a hell I have not choose
Right left I can't escape
They haunt my dreams and when i wake
When will it stop when will it end
the wrath of the stone will not bend
If your reading this hear my plea:
Drown my sorrows and send cookies to me.
(this poem is based on true events and feelings.)
climbing stairs is a must
Top to bottom, bottom to top
the merciless stones is a must
Sweating 'n Panting as I climb
If it does not stop I'll lose my mind
Weak calves, complaining toes
this is a hell I have not choose
Right left I can't escape
They haunt my dreams and when i wake
When will it stop when will it end
the wrath of the stone will not bend
If your reading this hear my plea:
Drown my sorrows and send cookies to me.
(this poem is based on true events and feelings.)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
King Tuts Revenge
It is midnight in the land of the Egyptians. Peacefully i rest in my-five star sheriton bed. the shimmering moonlite on the nile finds its way into my dreams.
Tightening. Trepidation. Horror.
My eyes fly open.
King TUT has gotten revenge.
the steady rise and fall of my chest is shattered as i panick. can i make it to the W.C. (bathroom)?? I have never felt such urgency or such importance of sitting on the white alabaster throne then at that moment. Why was this happening to me? I resisted the tempation of the beautiful furit and vegetatbles spread before us at every meal. I brushed my teeth with expensive bottle water, and i faithfully use hanitizer. yet King Tut found has sought revenge out on me and gave me the runs and nausation.
I will spare you the details, but let me just say i cried and wanted my mummers to be with me to hold my hand.
Egypt is a dirty place. garbage piles are strewn everywhere and people lack the knowledge of cleaniness. the men here are aggressive. while they have a deep respect for their own women they have none for western women. the sellers are constantly in your face-basically grabbing money from your hands.
however, by ignoring these facts ancient egypt becomes a fantastic adventure. HUGE blocks, i am talkin like 2 tons blocks, are stacked to creat The great pyramid, or the pyramid of Cheops. I was a lucky one out of 200 people to get the AWESOME experience of climbing up in the pyramid into the burial chamber of the pharoh. it was surreal SIFI-ish feeling. It was a steep climb up a dimly lit tunnel. you could feel the air decrease and secretly you are cursing the guy behind you for using up all the oxygen. i was startled at the precise caftmenship of the burial chamber. the stones were perfectly aligned. the walls were so smooth. so glossy. SOO RAD!!
there were so many adventures but my all time favorite was hiking mt sinai. 2:00 am should have felt early in the morning but this was too bamf to feel anything but STOKED! these moutians are nothing like the big horns in wyoming or the ones in utah valley. these moutians are barren. massive formations located in the middle of a desert. it was a good 2.5 hour hike and it was hard-i was sweating and my legs were shaking. i had to pull out me extra toughness when we reached the 750 stairs that led to the very tip of the moutian. we made it just in time to watch the sunrise. i felt on top of the world. the morning rays broke through the morning haze on the valley bottom thousands of feet below. it was wonderous.
Tightening. Trepidation. Horror.
My eyes fly open.
King TUT has gotten revenge.
the steady rise and fall of my chest is shattered as i panick. can i make it to the W.C. (bathroom)?? I have never felt such urgency or such importance of sitting on the white alabaster throne then at that moment. Why was this happening to me? I resisted the tempation of the beautiful furit and vegetatbles spread before us at every meal. I brushed my teeth with expensive bottle water, and i faithfully use hanitizer. yet King Tut found has sought revenge out on me and gave me the runs and nausation.
I will spare you the details, but let me just say i cried and wanted my mummers to be with me to hold my hand.
Egypt is a dirty place. garbage piles are strewn everywhere and people lack the knowledge of cleaniness. the men here are aggressive. while they have a deep respect for their own women they have none for western women. the sellers are constantly in your face-basically grabbing money from your hands.
however, by ignoring these facts ancient egypt becomes a fantastic adventure. HUGE blocks, i am talkin like 2 tons blocks, are stacked to creat The great pyramid, or the pyramid of Cheops. I was a lucky one out of 200 people to get the AWESOME experience of climbing up in the pyramid into the burial chamber of the pharoh. it was surreal SIFI-ish feeling. It was a steep climb up a dimly lit tunnel. you could feel the air decrease and secretly you are cursing the guy behind you for using up all the oxygen. i was startled at the precise caftmenship of the burial chamber. the stones were perfectly aligned. the walls were so smooth. so glossy. SOO RAD!!
there were so many adventures but my all time favorite was hiking mt sinai. 2:00 am should have felt early in the morning but this was too bamf to feel anything but STOKED! these moutians are nothing like the big horns in wyoming or the ones in utah valley. these moutians are barren. massive formations located in the middle of a desert. it was a good 2.5 hour hike and it was hard-i was sweating and my legs were shaking. i had to pull out me extra toughness when we reached the 750 stairs that led to the very tip of the moutian. we made it just in time to watch the sunrise. i felt on top of the world. the morning rays broke through the morning haze on the valley bottom thousands of feet below. it was wonderous.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Just a few notes
So first off sorry about my horrendous spelling and grammer. second off check out Alexs blog: alexandranoelyoung.blogspot.com. she has more SWEET pics and videos of us watch the one of us singing and check out the hottie at the end. i couldn't download very much pictures because we had to go to Hebrew University to do so and we had to come back for cerfew.
These last couple of days have been FAN-TAS-TIC!! sunday (we have Sabbath on saturday) we went to the beach and spent the entire day basking in the sunlight and swimming in the Mediterrean Sea!!!! it was amazing-it was really really salty thou. it would get in my throat and burn and up my nose and make the snot just run out uncontrollably. I learned how to body surf, but it took alot of freakn' effort. i got totally racked by some waves while trying to learn.
Monday we went on a field trip to the battle field of David and Go-liattthhh!!! We got some slings and rocks and got to fling them around on the field. Totally cool-way up to the part when I almost hit my religion teacher with a rock, and them my Ancient studies teacher i almost nailed in the head, and there was this other girl that i almost killed with a rock too. But i was actually pretty good!!
We went to possibly the coolest thing i have ever seen on earth. there was this village that mined chalked and they would take these mining holes in the ground and turn them into an underground village. So there would be like this tiny little house and then you go in and the basement would be like this mansion!
I can't believe i have only been here for like two possibly three weeks now! We are leaving for eygpt tomorrow and its going to be RADICALLLL!!!
These last couple of days have been FAN-TAS-TIC!! sunday (we have Sabbath on saturday) we went to the beach and spent the entire day basking in the sunlight and swimming in the Mediterrean Sea!!!! it was amazing-it was really really salty thou. it would get in my throat and burn and up my nose and make the snot just run out uncontrollably. I learned how to body surf, but it took alot of freakn' effort. i got totally racked by some waves while trying to learn.
Monday we went on a field trip to the battle field of David and Go-liattthhh!!! We got some slings and rocks and got to fling them around on the field. Totally cool-way up to the part when I almost hit my religion teacher with a rock, and them my Ancient studies teacher i almost nailed in the head, and there was this other girl that i almost killed with a rock too. But i was actually pretty good!!
We went to possibly the coolest thing i have ever seen on earth. there was this village that mined chalked and they would take these mining holes in the ground and turn them into an underground village. So there would be like this tiny little house and then you go in and the basement would be like this mansion!
I can't believe i have only been here for like two possibly three weeks now! We are leaving for eygpt tomorrow and its going to be RADICALLLL!!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Stationary BIke
The incline on my stationary bike only gets steeper as i gasp for air. I only have the resistance level on 3 yet it is SOO hard!! quickly i decrease it to 1 before i have a cardiac arrest in the Jerusalem center gym. As i wipe the sweat off my face i recall the incrediable day i had. We went out to the old city to look at the sites. As we were in an alley we met some Palenstinians school boys who showed us a wicked view of the Dome of the Rock from the roof tops. We spent like an hour up on the roof just talking to these adorable little boys. They were about 9 years old spoke and four different languages and were quite charming for being so young. Haha i remember them trying to teach us some aribic and they make sounds with their mouth that i didn't even know was possible, and when we tried we just ended up spitting everywhere. "Mal-Hubba"-Hello "Kjaffa"-sneaker. At one point we ask if they were participating in Ramadan. Ramadan is an Islamic religious tradition that signifies the revelations given to Muhammud. Every year during the Month of Ramadan everyone fasts the entire day until sunset for the entire month. What a incrediable thing to do. It is so hot here and going with out drink in the heat would be insufferable. Our cooks are muslims and they fast then entire day while prepareing our meals!! These nine year old boys are tough enough to fast during Ramadan. Now thats ADMORABLE.
It got me thinking about my nine year old nephews and how they can hardly fast 7 hours for one day during fast Sundays. Is it really that much to ask for? How often do we think that our incline is too steep? The church gives us standards that we should faithfully uphold. Its not too hard to throw out the "R" or questionable PG-13 movies. Its not that hard to put a shirt on with sleeves. Its not that hard to give up our usual activities and keep the sabbeth day holy. Like the wheel on the stationary bike, all these thoughts spin in my head, and slowly turn the incline up to 3.
It got me thinking about my nine year old nephews and how they can hardly fast 7 hours for one day during fast Sundays. Is it really that much to ask for? How often do we think that our incline is too steep? The church gives us standards that we should faithfully uphold. Its not too hard to throw out the "R" or questionable PG-13 movies. Its not that hard to put a shirt on with sleeves. Its not that hard to give up our usual activities and keep the sabbeth day holy. Like the wheel on the stationary bike, all these thoughts spin in my head, and slowly turn the incline up to 3.
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