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So I Went to Israel. Again.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

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I had the good fortune of returning to Israel this month. Sadly, I took a dead camera for that I couldn't locate the charger for, which meant that I had to take any & all photos on my trusty iPhone. Which meant that I didn't take very many at all. I did, however, snap a few solid pics of amusing things from across the Land because, hey, priorities.

Without further ado...

This is my new favorite word.
 

While wandering through the sleepy town of Tiberias on a night off, a few of my new friends & I encountered this year-round haunted-house-slash-horror-cinema. I have a lot of questions about why that exists, period, but more importantly, what is 7D? That's more real than real life!
 

Even the religious appreciate pop culture & have a sense of humor! Nevermind that their references are a few months dated. But, like, Man on a Ledge is playing in Israeli theaters right now, so I'll give them a pass. (No pun intended...)

 I found Aladdin! In a shawarma shop on Ben Yehuda Street!*

This fancy little piece of crushed-skeleton artwork, which is not at all morbid, is just hanging out at the front of a lovely little cafe in the quaint city of Tzfat. It's quite reminiscent of that crushed-Muggle fountain statue in the Deathly Hallows Part I, no? MAGIC IS MIGHT!

Is there anything creepier than a good old-fashioned doll museum? I say no - except for good old-fashioned doll museums advertised upon rusted signs from the 1970s.

Sometimes things get lost in translation, yanno? Just please don't wet on the mosaic.
 

A picture of a person taking a picture of a person taking a picture of a girl taking a picture. Most meta! (Love me some well-done urban art.)

A number of common brands sold in the U.S. are also sold in Israel, but with slightly different tastes & sometimes, slightly different names. Diet Coke, for example, is a little bit less carbonated, & Doritos taste a little bit more like tortilla chips. But this gum, which tastes just like its American cousin, threw me for a loop. Is it for professionals? Is it made professionally? Tell me more, Orbit.

I'll have the Pleasure Salad, please - with a little bit of extra pleasure, if you don't mind?

*The worst part? This guy was America. For shame, buddy.
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I Spy a Discrepancy

Friday, April 13, 2012

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It seems we disagree on the meaning of "one way."
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Read All About It!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

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Actual front cover of today's newspaper. Say what?!

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'Cause They're So Delicious?

Sunday, February 5, 2012

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Have you ever seen the TV show "Freaky Eaters"? I'm sort of obsessed with it - a woman who only eats tartar sauce, a man who's never tasted a vegetable. It seems so impossible that these people are still standing, much less living normal lives.

It's likely that I enjoy this show because I've spent my whole life being teased & chastised for my supposed picky eating habits - & "Freaky Eaters" makes me look like the most normal person who ever took a bite.

Today, I found a freaky eater of my own! I actually doubled back in Target to take a photo of this cart because it was so unexpected & bizarre. I'd love to hear your thoughts: What do you think this guy's deal is?

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This Is What You Think It Is

Sunday, January 22, 2012

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"Inspirational" Quotes

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

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 Awkward.
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Proving Mitch Hedberg Wrong

Monday, December 26, 2011

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Escalator temporary stairs.


Sorry for the convenience.
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Manic Monday: A Funny Photo Smorgasbord

Monday, November 28, 2011

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Apparently Five Below is the best place for fashion-spotting. Perhaps this is a fashion blog after all! These gems were spotted within five minutes of one another.
Didn't Kyocera used to be in the business of making cell phones? I guess times are tough for everyone, but this sure does seem like a stretch. Cell phones and knives, what a business model!

I just want to know what this sign used to say.

Am I the only one who's uncomfortable with this description of the crab cake sandwich? I get that it's a crab reference, but... well, maybe I'm just a perv. I am glad that the grilled chicken sandwich comes with free love, though. Sure would be a shame if that cost extra.
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A Passion for Bad Fashion, Pt. 2

Monday, November 7, 2011

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The great & powerful fashion designer Mugatu says I am qualified to write this post. No, really!

 

"Obey my dog."

All right, ANYWAY. From time to time, I like to photograph particularly egregious acts of bad fashion. Please join me in this act of public shaming.

Let's start out slowly. If "slowly" is a seizure of mismatched patterns with Crocs to top it off. Dude, you're, like, 25. You can NOT be reeling in the ladies or the job offers in a get-up like this.

Are you a cartoon villain, ma'am? A Playboy bunny, perhaps? A go-go dancer? A marching band majorette? No? Then there's absolutely no excuse for white patent leather boots. Oh, unless you're a fembot. Which you may actually be.

The final outfit, spotted in Orlando, is today's crowning glory. It is absolutely unacceptable - I repeat, absolutely unacceptable - for any woman over the age of 12 to wear such an outfit in public. And frankly, even if you were 12, you shouldn't wear this in public. Because this is pajamas. (Of note: This woman was approximately 35.)

And just for kicks, here's a bonus photo of a guy carrying a rifle through a store. Live free or die!
 

"I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!" 
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A Passion for Bad Fashion

Saturday, October 8, 2011

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Let's begin with a perpetual "don't" - the Kentucky Tuxedo! Ain't she a beaut?


It's not every day you see a cowgirl in New Hampshire!I'm on accessories overload.

I love this guy. Reversible thrift store T-shirt with Charlie-Brown-on-acid pattern. F-A-S-T knuckle tattoos - and a brass knuckles tattoo, to boot. Fringed jorts. "HOT" sticker. So much to see here.

Leopard print can be lovely. But there is such a thing as too much, & this is it - on a clothing store employee, no less!

I FOUND SNOOKI! In a bar in New Hampshire!

Must be a parade day on the streets of Boston. Or, you know, Casual Friday. Either way... feathers!

I can't decide if this middle-aged couple's matching bucket hats are cute or totally wackadoo. What is this, Portland?

And my crowning jewel. No words are needed.
 

RIP, gay Muppet slain in the making of those boots.
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Signs of Life

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

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I was just wondering... what makes the spoons so different?

Is this a trick? Are these drinks actually warm?

This gas station sign feels pretty representative of how I have to be feeling in order to use a gas station restroom.

What is this, Desperate Housewives? Put a shirt on, Jeff.

I can't take credit for spotting this one (I stole it from my friend Brandon's Facebook), but I sure do like it. Craft store rebel!
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You're So Vain, You Probably Think This License Plate is About You

Saturday, August 20, 2011

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I know my last two posts have been about driving, but bear with me, OK? Let's call it a series of sorts. We'll act like it was intentional. In fact, this post has been in the works for awhile, & now it's time for me to share it with you:

 

Apparently vanity plates are very inexpensive in New Hampshire, as evidenced by the fact that nearly everyone has one. I actually take bizarre joy in walking through parking lots now that I live here because there are so many ridiculous vanity plates to be found. My apartment complex's parking lot is jam-packed with them; the parking lot of the bus station is the best place to go plate-spotting because it's, like, the largest lot in the world. Or at least in New Hampshire.

Needless to say, I've been gathering photos for this post for awhile now. I actually had even more to choose from (60ish in total!), but I decided to cut 'em down for the sake of highlighting the really good stuff. Ladies & gentleman, I present you with 36 of the most stellar vanity plates in the Portsmouth area.

 
When I was 16, I drove a Dodge Colt (read: CLUNKER) & was desperate for a vanity plate that read "K8SCOLT." God bless my mother for refusing to shell out the cash for that atrocity.
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Recent Bests

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

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Best late-night diner menu disclaimer:

Best store merchandise advertisement:

Best beer brewed by my former boss, with the best name to boot:

Best little old lady riding the elevator while wearing an extravagant hat:

Best /worst underwear spotting in a Starbucks bathroom sink:
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Now THAT's Using Your Head

Monday, August 1, 2011

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My best friend Becca was in town visiting this weekend, so I took her sightseeing around the metropolis that is downtown Portsmouth. This is where I should note that Becca is a born-&-bred Manhattanite who fled D.C. after a year to return to her beloved Big Apple. She got her driver's license last month at age 26 after learning to drive on the mean streets of the big city, & the first time she ever rode in a car with me (2007), she begged me to take her through a fast food drive-thru because they don't exist in her hometown city.

As I pointed out the lobster roll cart & a boutique with going-out-of-business sales, Becca seemed overwhelmed. "I'm on sensory overload!" she exclaimed as we passed the Starbucks on the corner of Portsmouth's one "major" downtown intersection. I laughed - a New Yorker, on sensory overload in little old New England?

And then we turned to the right. And saw this.


Who says the crazies only live in the big cities?
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This is Why I'm Not a Fashion Blogger (A Review & a Photo of Me Wearing Leggings Almost as Pants)

Monday, June 6, 2011

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I read a lot of blogs. Funny blogs, food blogs, feminist blogs, other blogs that cannot be identified with an adjective beginning with the letter F. But the subject of this post can be: fashion blogs.

Yes, I subscribe to a handful of fashion blogs & find myself usually impressed/sometimes disdainful (dude, some people have bizarre taste) by others' style & their dedication to photographing themselves with regularity & posting their outfits online for the world to judge. This spring, a representative from online dress company Shabby Apple offered me the opportunity to review a dress of my choosing from the company's website, & though I'm the furthest thing from a fashion blogger, I thought it might be fun to play one for a bit.

On top of that, I dig Shabby Apple's values. The company donates 5% of its net dress sales to Unitus, which supports women's work in India by providing them with microcredit loans. Some of these women's stories are featured on Shabby Apple's website, & I found myself reading through all of them. I heartily approve of fashion with a conscience!

Then came the tough part: dressing myself. I initially chose the Kenya, a camel-colored faux wrap dress that the Shabby Apple rep assured me "looks good on every single person I've ever seen wear it." It seems I was the exception to this rule. I took photos, but they're basically NSFW with all the cleavage spilling out; you do not get to see them. Suffice it to say, I did not look nearly as ethereal as this model:

The Kenya was quickly sent back from whence it came, & I moved on to my second choice, the Da Vinci, from Shabby Apple's new Roamin' Holiday Collection.


This model must be a bazillion feet tall, because this dress came damn near my ankles. And the drop waist, designed to cover stomach baggage, made me look like I was unsuccessfully hiding a pregnancy. Perhaps these are both signs that the dress was too big - but I was too embarrassed to ask for yet another return! Instead, I asked my mom to hem the skirt & shorten it to a wearable, non-Amish length.

Except the material was stretchy & flippy, & My Mom The Master Seamstress perhapppps overestimated the size of my ass, & so my lovely, free dress instead became, um, a tunic of sorts. Definitely not a dress anymore. Definitely not a wearable length. "Try it with leggings!" my mom suggested. So I tried. And... well, that looked stupid, & I oppose the wearing of leggings as pants. But did I mention that I'm wearing it today anyway? I can't pass up free clothes, guys, even if they're of questionable taste when all tailoring is said & done. And sometimes ugly stuff is comfy stuff.

Basically, though my interactions with Shabby Apple were largely positive & both dresses were, in theory, quite nice, my experience confirmed that I would make for a terrible fashion blogger. If I had to photograph myself daily & post it for the blogging world to see, I would probably die of embarrassment & poor photography skills.


I also apparently make for a terrible fashion wearer. Clearly, I cannot dress myself. SOS, Stacey & Clinton. Please send help.

*Thank you to Shabby Apple for providing me the opportunity to review this dress. I'm really sorry I effed it up.
*Credits as follows: Dress-turned-tunic, Shabby Apple/my mom; necklace, Send the Trend; sandals, Steve Madden; leggings, Target; shame, my own
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Grown Men in Great Garb

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

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Remember how much I love brunch? Since giving the District the old heave-ho, my life has been severely lacking in sufficiently delicious brunching. Luckily, there's a reasonable facsimile just down the road. The Golden Egg is the epitome of a local joint - we've only been there twice, & both times, we saw approximately 50% of the same people.

How do I know that? Because some of the customers are characters. And you know what I like to do with characters: PHOTOGRAPH THEM WITHOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE. This guy, in particular, stands out, perhaps because he's a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow, crocheted hat with cat ears. That's right, a grown man in a cat hat. Ain't no shame.
 

There's also the guy dressed in full Scottish gear, his wife in matching tartan duds. I wish this photo more clearly captured the glory of this guy's wardrobe, but alas, Nathan is not as adept at surreptitious photography as is yours truly. Hey, he tried.

The best part of the afternoon was overhearing the Scottishman's wife poking fun at the guy in the cat hat. Honey, your husband is wearing a skirt. I think there's some sort of code binding you to unconditional acceptance of others' clothing choices when you're out in public with him.

And speaking of cats...

I suspect that the Wolf Lady would approve.
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