Well, it turns out I'm not going to Tel Aviv until tomorrow. I'll arrive on Christmas Eve and leave on Wednesday. Very short trip, but what the hell. I'm feeling a little better today, maybe I'll not be sick at all by tomorrow.
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Right before leaving the office today I got a call from that courier company in New York. They needed someone to fly to Tel Aviv tomorrow morning. The flight would be free, they pay one night hotel and $100 upon my return. I told them I'd call them back.
I called them back in about two minutes. I've come down with a sore throat for the last few days and may be getting sicker, but I decided I can't pass up the opportunity to be in Jerusalem (only 30 minutes from Tel Aviv) on Christmas 2000. I'm not even faintly christian anymore (recovered catholic) but, christ, that would be cool.
Plus I can try to get into Palestine, maybe throw a rock at a tank.
They told me they would call me in the morning with the details, so I'm packing now. Managed to find my passport (most of my stuff is still in U-Haul boxes in the garage), but still need to find some other stuff.
If I don't make it back alive (who knows, Meggido a.k.a. Armageddon is just up the road from Tel Aviv) I want everyone to know that it was worth it. We all gotta go sometime.
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Just went by Lost Weekend Video and got a copy of the Seven DVD. The counter dude tried to talk me out of it because next week there will be a new edition with extra stuff on the disc.
But I said "I want to see it now, I've never seen it."
I think he was disappointed in me.
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What would Jesus do?
Saturday night was the Mad Santa Chinatown Crawl, a.k.a. Santarchy, Santa Rampage, or SantaCon. 100+ drunken revelers (is that redundant? someone look it up) stormed through Chinatown and North Beach traumatizing children and yuppies. Yours truly got tankered early on yet somehow managed to avoid arrest (but not the never-gonna-drink-again defcon-5 hangover).
An epic night of bacchanalian twisted xmas cheer. Plenty of photographic evidence exists, but will be witheld until it is leaked to the tabloids.
At one point somewhere in north beach I had sat down at some table of yuppies and ended up taking their photo. One of them gave me an email address so I could send him the photo. When I emailed him he responded and asked if I recognized some of the people in the photo. I didn't but long story short, it turned out to be three of the people from the Survivor TV show that was so popular this summer. They're really short in person.
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So moving has been taking up most of my time lately. I'm a bit scattered at the moment. Most of my belongings are still in boxes at the new garage, and some are still at my old East Bay house. I've been buying some new furniture in attempt to make my environs a little less haphazard.
I did get out this weekend for the Naughty Santa Bazaar at SOMARTS and then the Werepad Christmas Party. Both were engaging and funky and filled with fun-loving freaks. I ran into Jasmin Zorlu at the bazaar, the millener who made my favorite hat. She's so cute and talented (and so into french guys, darn).
My brother had 10+ years of his Bay Area punk rock show posters on display at Balazo Friday night (he's not listed in the announcement for some reason though). It was a good show, I particularly like the display of handmade beggar signs (straight from the off-ramp) and the complete office computer workstation constructed from beggar-sign-influenced cardboard. It was quite well done.
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