The Incomplete Post

In a post originally written on 5/15/12, but left incomplete...

It has been a long time since I have taken the time to actualize my thoughts to a page. I will not take the time, space, or the audacity to apologize or justify the absence of words. I merely wish to recount the meaningful events that have transpired since last I have written.

I suppose to occurrences may generate some excitement from the keywords, but I feel obligated to say state that everything is fine. I am well, and there has been no major disturbance of daily life.

This first event happened perhaps three weeks ago. And I only realized afterword (the first part) how terrible I was. It is, or at least should be, common knowledge that Israelis speak with their body. In fact all people do, Israelis and other certain groups just have a habit of being a bit less subtle. So in one particular conversation I suppose I mimicked that form of communication. It was a table in the middle of the cafeteria and we were discussing, at the particular moment, being either scared to death or to have such euphoria that it killed you.

Temporarily oblivious to my location, and the inappropriateness of it all, I proceeded stand up, slip down and fall to the floor. My friends at the table were perhaps amused, but what was the most interesting is that in a very common spot, almost no one made any indication of being phased. I say no one because one distraught lady from the other side quickly made her way over and was asking me if I was alright as I stood back up.

While certainly there are those who will take this as anti-Israeli ammunition, I feel compelled to point out the sociological experiment “The Bystander Effect” <http://youtu.be/OSsPfbup0ac>. Very similar. And for the stronger of stomach, point out the terrible atrocities that happened in other locations, such as New York <http://youtu.be/tGaJrgi_SpE> and China <http://youtu.be/WMsbsgLJ8O4>. Please note that these are terribly depressing links, and are likely best avoided.

So that event is, in reality, nothing special. The only reason I bring this up is what transpired the following week. I bike to school every morning. While I realize it is nicer to walk (and if I had not done so, I would not have seen the Hoopoes in the past), the time I save by biking is key. I travel along the same path pretty much every day. While varying it up would be nice, I usually only do that on the way home.

Anyway, on the way to school is a particular super market at a corner. This is only significant because on one day at about 10 am they were apparently getting a delivery of something. I was biking that morning to turn in one of my final papers at the campus workroom. I didn’t see the truck until I arrived at the corner where I make the turn, forcing me into a wider arc to head down the road. I also failed to notice the oil in the intersection. Needless to draw out, I ended up losing control of my bike and falling. I hit the ground and rolled half over, sliding into a car on the far side of the road. To be honest, it was really exciting. I got up quite quickly, but as I stood there were five men already coming quickly to make sure I was ok, one with a phone in hand, I assume to call for an ambulance if need be. Obviously one was not needed. I was a little scratched, but nothing terrible. I was more concerned about my lap top in my backpack