two more

I found a very strange photo among my photos. I took it. I find the composition amusing. But absolutely don’t remember, what can it be?

I like when something that looks like art pops up from unexpected places. Like a mirror effect on my web camera — for days I’m absolutely ensorcelled by it’s accidental symmetry.

interesting, what was it? My guess — kind of protest against plastic surgery…

Yesterday I had a lesson, the subject was preferences, «I like», «I don’t like», «I’m good in» etc.
So I asked Yukiko, how to say «I love you» in Japanese. I asked it before, but didn’t remember what she said, and that’s why:
 — We don’t say «I love you», — she said, — we use only «I like you». «I love you» is old-fashion. Nobody uses it, except of old people. Or soap-operas on TV. It’s an exaggeration.

I was puzzled.

 — But if you want to tell somebody that you love him, what do you say?
 — «I like you». Or «I like you a lot».
 — Using the same verb as you say «I like this book»?
 — Yes.
 — Hm, but, Yukiko… How do you distinguish in Japanese someone you only like and someone you really love?
 — You can tell him: «I want to take care of you, please, come to live with me».
 — Hehe! And what happened to all the vocabulary for relationship between «I like you» and «Come to live with me»? And if you don’t have a place to live together? How you express love?
 — Lena, — said Yukiko, — in Japan we don’t talk about love, because it’s something expressed with actions. The other side has to feel it from you. If he needs words from you, you’re doing something wrong.

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wow.

Last Purim, a happy holiday in Israel when everybody dresses up with costumes, my daughter was a Little Red Hood (I think she has started a new fashion in Tel Aviv, most of the girls were dressed as queen Esther or Fairy, or Princess):



and I was hm… I don’t know, a Queen of Ugly Monkeys, perhaps :)

Couple a days ago I’ve visited a «Everything for 1$» shop at the central bus station. I love these shops, because alone with tons of garbage they sell interesting stuff, and sometimes even real «diamonds». This time I didn’t find any diamonds, but was really entertained by a cemetery of disproportional, fat, full of cellulite spidermen.