The other evening it got so cold that when I got home the classical radio station was playing the entirety of The Nutcracker Suite, or as literally translated into Hebrew " Suitat M'fatzeach HaEgozim" (The Suite Of He That Cracks The Nuts, in my too-literal translation of the Hebrew).
A Tale of Two Festivals: Jerusalem's Wine Festival begins the summer and its Beer Festival brings it a slow close. I got there early to avoid paying the entrance fee and to make it feel like a Happy Hour back in DC. Some of the beers from last year were notably absent, including the one brewed by Palestinians and one that claims to use nitrous oxide. We stuck with the local microbreweries with such names as Dancing Camel, Golda and Herzl. This was a much younger and more Hebrew-sepaking crowd than the wine festival, albeit with the same amount of parents pushing their babies around in strollers amidst the drunkards.
Anyways, back to my hermitic lifestyle, writing four papers that aren't due until the end of the month, but I want to get them all done before my flight to the States in 1.5 weeks (yikes!).