Tel Aviv Diary - October 28-November 1, 2013 - Karen Alkalay-Gut


Tel Aviv Diary - October 28-November 1, 2013 - Karen Alkalay-Gut

October 28, 2013

I've been longing for a spinach pizza all day - had one last week at Papa's but i wasn't hungry enough to finish it, and now i can't wait until tomorrow when I can go there. Wait! I could order one now! At home!

October 29, 2013

The marathon tonight in Tel Aviv had traffic backed up for miles. We gave up unwillingly on Papa's and thought to compensate ourselves by going to Akiko in Ramat Aviv. But it was mediocre. And, as they say, such small portions. Now I'm really longing for my spinach pizza. I didn't order it last night because I don't like take-home pizza, I like it fresh and hot. And tomorrow we have a wedding to go to, so no pizza. And Friday we're off to N.Y. How long will it take before I get my wishes fulfilled.

The interesting part of the evening was a discussion about the recent elections. Nobody seems to have had sufficient information to make informed decisions about platforms, candidates, etc. No wonder the voting percentage was so low. I thought an informed voter was the basis of democracy.

Actually, what happened to the internet? There was some scattered and vague information there. But nothing specific - of course how can one be specific when the actual practice after elections depends upon coalitions and cooperations. But many people i know voted for the right for mayor and the left for municipality, ensuring a need for coalition.

October 30, 2013

In the courtyard of a Tel Aviv Cafe, under a sumbrella with Gabriel Moked. Perfect afternoon. Then the rain suddenly pours down. Still very perfect. Water gushing all around us. A few drops here and there on our But I'm late and have to get home. So I run to my car three blocks away. Then rain stops. The other good news is that the Jerusalem Review is back on again. Despite the financial difficulties and all kinds of other difficulties (including my own organizational weaknesses) it's coming out in November and the next issue is finally getting put together. It's like the rain - no matter what the predictions, there's a big surprise when it happens.

Small wonder - despite the fact that the editor has been involved in promoting literature in Israel for over 50 years, despite all his prizes and honors, the government has been lagging in support from the first day of its publication, and there is always a terrible possibility the next issue won't come out. Since there is no other journal that focuses on Hebrew literature and letters ever since Ariel was cancelled (having lost government support) it seems absolutely insane that the country doesn't support it . I'm one of the editors, and I have been at some of the meetings with government officials as well as potential benefactors, and can never believe it when it just doesn't happen and we have to kick in again with our own money. And oh yes not only have we never drawn a salary but we usually pay our way and back to all these meetings.

October 31, 2013

Time to apologize in advance - i'll be on and off for the next few weeks. Going on my little voyage to explore poets and their graves.

We did something unforgivable last night. we left a wedding and went home because of the noise. Worse, I began the dinner by threatening the dj that i would leave if they didn't turn it down. It got a little more tolerable, but then they turned it up again. The waiter asked me if everything was okay. i said, "Can you hear me?" he answered, "Barely," and i said, "That's why I'm leaving if you don't get the music to a tolerable level." He offered to call the head waiter. I agreed. The head waiter didn't come. After about an hour all told of this, Ezi pulled out his iphone with the noise meter, and it said "Terrible. get out of there." So we did.

As we were leaving, the music got softer, but we were already worried about what the noise was doing to our ears and how we would handle the flight.

This is highly irregular behavior at a wedding. We know we insulted the family by leaving and they are - were - very dear friends.

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