Anyway, I’ve made pasta like 6-7 times so far and I’m steadily improving. I decided that the ranking of a true pasta-fu master should be measured by the thickness of the pasta. At first I could only reach level 3 before the pasta sheets got all sticky and crumply and much screaming was heard in Bloch street, Tel Aviv.

But now finally I am proud to say I am a level 5 master! The pasty, much like silk, flows through my hands, behaving like a well-behaved kitten, and producing the most angelic of pastas. Yesterday we made pasta (there would have been pictures but Shachar was a bit sick so I was rushed) and I dried it on our weird Israeli-style laundry drying device.

Huzzah!

Somehow I got to organize the Tel-Aviv walk, so far I have 20+ participants registered, and I hope to fill it (50) by the time of the walk. Our Tel-Aviv walk will take place in the afternoon, hopefully including the sunset, in the south of Tel-Aviv. I still don’t have a final route for the walk, its been hectic so I haven’t been able to tour the locales.

So go ahead and register, be supportive of photography, Tel-Aviv, yourself and me! Did I mention that you might stand to win some cool prizes?

So now I walk into a desert of no sci-fi shows, in my canteen only a two seasons of Startrek: Enterprise which is like taking sugar water into the desert with you.

(sniff)

The last two months have kind of rushed by, Shachar has been growing daily, and other than that… not a lot.

In a month and a half I’m off to Boston to work for the summer which should be an experience.

Without words