Maybe the Kibbutz could sponsor them?

Chase isn't anybody's fireworks sugar daddy, so if we want some big boom-bap in the sky next year, we're going to have to pool some local dough. I like the Microsoft and Amazon suggestions, but I think it's a golden opportunity for the Ravenna Kibbutz to put itself on the map by saving the day. All we'd need is $500,000.

More snow

As usual, Blogger is taking forever to upload my pictures, and I lack patience. But here are a few taken around the Kibbutz. Click on 'em to make 'em bigger.

Nights like this are why I joined the Ravenna Kibbutz

Doesn't get much more idyllic than that.

In other news, the man who so selflessly served his country so many years ago has found another way to do so, while conveniently making his opponent seem -- to the uninformed, at least -- like he's fiddling while Rome burns. Well played, Johnny Mac.

And while we're on politics: Yesterday at six o'clock I listened to Dubya talk for 15 minutes about the financial crisis. And as an NPR commentator noted after the speech, for the first time in about eight years, the man seemed to know what he was talking about. "The first MBA president," the NPR guy said. Against all odds, I think I may actually have learned something from George W. Bush. I never thought I'd see the day.

"Love is Noise"

The new Verve song is... good!



In other news, I've made my second post to the Moishe House blog.

What's happened in the last two weeks

A lot:

• Angela visited for about a week. We had a wonderful time, though her stay was far too short. (Among our activities: watching The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, which was actually pretty decent, and the X-Files movie, which really wasn't.)


• I watched Ginger Snaps, which instantly became my favorite werewolf movie, only partly by virtue of being the only werewolf movie I've ever seen (except Wolf, but let's really not talk about that). Ginger Snaps is viewable in its entirety (in pieces, appropriately enough) on blessed YouTube.


• The Kibbutz served an amazing Israeli Shabbat dinner -- one of the best Middle Eastern meals I've ever eaten.


• I experienced a revitalizing facial, courtesy of Kibbutz regular Olga. Hot towels on the face are always good.


• I drove Huma to the airport for her California trip.


• I moved.


• I went blackberry picking with Joel and Tamar, and the Kibbutz subsequently served a blackberry-themed potluck that included blackberry pie, muffins, and ice cream.


• Push, the queer feminist zine that Reed used to work on, had its farewell party at Hugo House. The event was lovely; the cake was exquisite.


• I went on my first-ever Costco run with Tamar. We bought a lot of cranberry juice.


• I made my first post to the Moishe House blog.


• I watched Obama give his acceptance speech in a Belltown bar packed with extremely excited Democrats. (Obama was in Denver; I was in the Belltown bar. Just to be clear.)


• I went to Bumbershoot and enjoyed Band of Horses even more than I thought I would. That Ben Bridwell is a card.
  

Upcoming: a Labor Day swim, Death Cab at Bumbershoot, an interview at a temp agency, and a performance by Mike Daisey at Town Hall.

Kibbutz resident Tamar Libicki unwittingly guest-DJed this post

She recommends the music, I post it. Symbiotic relationship, minus actual symbiosis.


The Darkness, "I Believe in a Thing Called Love"


Herman Düne, "I Wish That I Could See You Soon"