Through the magic that is MySpace (or better said: the only thing it’s good for) I found out that Plastilina Mosh was coming to town for a spur-of-the-moment-half-improvised concert/CD release party

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Through the magic that is MySpace (or better said: the only thing it’s good for) I found out that Plastilina Mosh was coming to town for a spur-of-the-moment-half-improvised concert/CD release party

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Yesterday I received my shipment of deodorant. In a modern day version of the Hanukkah Miracle, the little deodorant I had left lasted just long enough for the new shipment to arrive, sparing people around me of my lethal B.O. I’m not convinced this is worth starting a yearly festival in order to commemorate it, but at least I thought it was worth mentioning.
Thanks everyone for their advice on replacement deodorant.
I keep an ever shrinking list of musicians I’d like to see perform live at some point. Last month I was able to check an important one off: Shlomo Artzi. I’ve been wanting to see him in concert ever since the kibbutz days. Back then I would listen to Yareah over and over and over and over on my Sony Sports Walkman.
In any case… Barak, Amit, Leon, and I got tickets to see his concert at HaRatzif, an old train station just outside of the Old City of Jerusalem. The concert lasted about two and a half hours and there were zero t-shirts for sale. Zero! I don’t get it.
But it was great.
Photographic and video proof below:
Originally uploaded by bonniegrrl.
He deserves that and even more for giving us Jar Jar Binks. Unfortunately it’s not real.

Every young man goes through the same rituals when growing up. One of them is finding the deodorant that best matches his body chemistry. Once found, a lifelong relationship is formed.
Back in the day, I tried them all: Right Guard, Sure spray (like my dad uses: unscented – very manly), Arrid XX (only one X away from hardcore porn), even old nasty Old Spice.
One day, my friend Salomón Goldman recommended Sure Soft Solid. It’s not liquid, it’s not solid. It’s like a white goo that dissapears when applied, does not stain your t-shirts, and keeps you dry and fresh all day long. When Stephen Hawking talks astrophysics, you listen… And when Salo Goldman talks deodorant, you listen. So listen I did, and it was good.
However, in the last few months I have noticed an alarming trend: Local supermarkets are no longer stocking Sure Soft Solid deodorant. I promptly contacted the company:
Source: www.suredeodorant.com
Language: English
Content: I can’t find Sure Soft Solid at Wal Mart nor can I find it here in your website. Is it discontinued?
FName: Marcos
LName: Kirsch
Country: United States
Age: 25-34
They quickly replied:
Dear Valued Customer,
Thank you so much for taking the time to contact us. Please find it on
www.amazon.comBest regards,
Sure Customer Support
I finally ordered a lot of deodorant from Amazon. Now it’s a race between my quickly depleting last bar of Sure Soft Solid and the UPS guy. That’s ok, worse case I don’t wear deodorant for a few days or I cover my smell up with lotion.
It’s the long term scenario that scares me. Even though I stocked up with deodorant, my fears may turn out to be true and they may have stopped production. Forever. I will eventually run out, and then this will turn into a twisted real-life version of the famous Seinfeld Sponge episode. I will have to start picking which days are Soft-Solid-worthy and which days I’ll simply stink. It’s going to be interesting.
After a heavy lunch of Indian food it’s hard to stay awake. Nothing keeps you going like a cup (or two) of delicious Elite turkish coffee prepared in the newly set up coffee office: “The Coffice” with the tools I recently imported.
Marvelous.
The photo below was taken with my iPhone:
Photo Booth for iPhone? Marcos as seen through Steve Jobs’ famous RDF?
No.
Sometime during my recent trip, my iPhone decided to play some games on me. First, it decided that a stripe near the top of the screen will not be sensitive to touch anymore. While this didn’t make the phone unusable, it did make it extremely annoying to use. Second, the camera went all Warhol on me (as seen above).
While I could have probably sold the thing on eBay, touting the “enhanced” camera as a feature rather than a problem, I decided to have it repaired instead. Dropped it off last night at the Apple Store and picked up the replacement today. The phone is now synced up to my computer and working perfectly with the 2.0 software. Kudos to the great and quick service to Apple!
Still, I’m going to get the iPhone 3G soon.
I have finally downloaded, cleaned up, and sorted over 400 photos from my recent trip to Israel. As you can imagine it was an absolute blast (the trip, not sorting the photos out). Keep on reading to see the album and for more…
Booyakasha! Marcos got unexpectedly upgraded to business class on his 11.5 hour long flight from Ben Gurion to JFK. Thank you Israir. Why? I don’t know, and I’m not complaining, but feel free to state your ideas in the comments.
I’m back in Austin now… went straight from the airport to work, then to a volleyball match with the legendary Masacotes de Tepezcueloyo (we lost). I still have plenty to do and sorting through 500+ photos is part of it. Too tired to deal with any of that now. Stay tuned.

This one’s bothered me for years and it came up again yesterday while chilling at the beach:
In Hebrew, turkey (the animal) is hodu/הודו. However, Hodu/הודו is also the name for India (the country), while in English Turkey refers to a different country known in Hebrew as Turkia/טורקיה. To make matters worse, the animal does not come from either country: it is native to North America (and was called huexolotl in nahuatl). It wasn’t even introduced in the area until the 16th century!
Chew on that for a minute.