Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

England - Cousin's Wedding

My second day in the UK was my cousin's wedding. The event took place in Surrey so we piled into the car to schlep out of London.




The wedding was in a beautiful lavender garden.




Parents and aunts and uncles.



Dear cousin playing the guitar before the bride and groom entered.



My lovely mother and aunt.



The huppah.



Following the ceremony my cousin R and I enjoyed (many) cocktails and appetizers.




The band was epic. Truly epic.




More cousins.






Posing with the table sign and cousin M.



Good times with lovely family!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

England - Exploring London

In late September I went to the UK for my cousin's wedding. My parents arrived only about 12 hours before me from Seattle. I took EasyJet from Ben Gurion Airport to London Luton. It was a traumatic experience because the Israeli mentality doesn't really match up with the EasyJet system (no seat numbers and first-come first-served EVERYTHING). In any case, after a sweet goodbye from D, I set off on my adventure.

I landed at Luton in the evening and had to find my way through the airport to the strangely unmarked bus that took me to the Luton Airport Train Station. It was an awful train station with no schedules, announcements or staff. However, I met a helpful couple that let me use their phone to call my father. We arranged to meet at St. Pancras Station.

After a slow train ride and some very assertive crowd management maneuvers I was in the cold London air, searching for my father. Upon meeting up, we frantically moved the car to avoid a parking ticket and were on our way to the Dunstans' home in Acton.

They fed me and I collapsed into bed.

The next day we explored London.

My lovely mother in the London sunshine.

Ema and Abba navigating and driving in London.

You see this face? This is why it happened:

I never thought that chai lattes would be such a big deal to me.
I was also shocked by the kind, polite, swift and efficient service.

Really English buildings.

The Thames!

Quaint buildings!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Wow! Inadvertent Blogging Break

I really didn't intend to break from the blog for that long. I just couldn't motivate myself to write. I have been a little down and listless and behind on lots of school and life tasks.

So, here is a whirl-wind update:

I am still in Israel, in the same apartment, in the same MA program.

I decided to take a fourth semester (why my program insists on calling our terms semesters when there are three of them, I have no idea) to finish my degree. I will be taking a couple of classes and TAing a BA level course about Israeli Politics. I am looking for another roommate because beloved E. has returned to America.

I have a boyfriend.


He is nice and likes me lots. We occasionally have disagreements, but we're trying just enjoy being with each other. It is truly an adventure.

I went to the UK with my parents, then they came to Israel for three weeks. 

A full account of the English family wedding and adventures will follow.

I have no idea what I am doing with my life. I just want to have fun.



Monday, May 16, 2011

Family in Herzliya

I had the pleasure of seeing my uncle and aunt from England.
They are visiting because my uncle is teaching at my school for a couple of weeks. I sat in on his International Law class and enjoyed it immensely!

Family!

Friday, March 18, 2011

This is what a feminist looks like!

The Fashionable Academics had a lovely idea to have their readers send in photos of "What a feminist looks like."
I missed out on their deadline, but I am so inspired by their project as well as other feminist bloggers.

Recently, I have met several young women who claim not to be feminists. Feminism is seen as radical, extreme, man-hating, and out of date. Now, I can understand rejecting that image of feminism, but I don't understand rejecting the precepts of feminism entirely.

Some of these women stated that they are not equal to men.

Not as smart.
Not as strong.
Not as intelligent.
Not as capable.

"If I work really really hard, I can do as well as a man, but they are generally smarter than women."

These are educated women with bright futures in their chosen professions. Women that generally respect themselves and hold strong opinions. They argue with men, they discuss things with men, and somehow they have come to believe that they are, by their own nature, lesser.

It is times like this that bring to mind what my mother told me about feminism when I was an angsty, grumpy, self-righteous teenager with a blossoming interest in feminism and religious and social equality.

"I am not the same as a man. But I should get equal treatment."



At the time, I rejected femininity as part of my Feminism.
Religiously, I wanted the same as men. I rejected the aspects of my religion that treasure femininity and women's commandments. Why should I do this "lesser" commandments when there are all of these active, public male commandments. Now, I am always skeptical of my motivations in choosing to take part in a traditionally male-dominated religious observance because the intention is one of one up man-ship rather than religious devotion.



Socially, I strove to be tough as a boy. I saw liking loud, angry, "masculine" music as the feminist choice rather than the "girly" choice of melodic, emotional, introspective music. Now I listen to a little bit of everything and in accordance with my mood or my emotional need.
Essentially, I saw "traditionally female" characteristics as oppressive or undesirable and rejected them.

I strive for balance. I try to appreciate toughness and tenderness, public and private, sassy and sweet. I think that my Feminism is embracing and incorporating all that I am.

This is what a feminist looks like:







Saturday, January 29, 2011

Celebrating Abba: The Big Birthday

Yesterday was my father's birthday - the reason that I came to Seattle so secretly! Tonight we are having a big party at out house!

Mazal tov to my father!

Friday, January 28, 2011

A Return to Skiing

I hadn't been skiing for two years until my dear brother took me up to the mountains this week!
I whined, I complained, I skied like a bat out of hell!


Brother and Sister Scout, ready to go!



Shadow wants to come too!





My chauffeur! 





Check it out! Mountains!




Drivin' in the car!




Getting closer!





On the lift!





I was very much out of practice, but I enjoyed myself. I was absolutely freezing on the lift, but warm and toasty while moving around. My boots didn't quite fit correctly. They were too tight on my calves and shins. I have bruises now! I guess my legs have  changed since middle school!
The skiing was decent, the snow was wet but I enjoyed myself thoroughly! Both my brother and I got snow up out noses!

I had a great evening upon my return from snow sports adventures!

Return to Bellingham

I took my sister up to school on Monday. I stopped in Fairhaven at my favorite coffee place to buy the legendary pumpkin cookies. Seriously people. I have dreams about these cookies. Passionate dreams about cookies.


Lovely, rainy Fairhaven!


Lovely rainy Dos Padres! Yummy nachos can be found there!


YGirl avec le chai latte de Starbucks!


RAIN!