Yeah, art's okay

Another day, another class. After having a two-hour conversation on the enlightenment of mankind - while I went over my colors - we headed to what has to be one of the best-kept computer labs with some very new machines in it, which we used to their full capacity playing a 8-bit educational game circa Oregon Trail. For every correct asnwer I was rewarded with an animation of a child with some sort of skin disease - perhaps Pemphagis Bulosa - shooting a basket. Now, despite my lack of ability to understand Hebrew on the fly, I am great at patterns, as was demonstrated in second grade when I finished three levels on Number Munchers multiplication game without know what multiplication was. That blistered kid could have been in the NBA. The game concluded with seals clapping for some reason and I headed for home.

We had a take-home test, which I took on my own and then Naomi and I went over. I had Naomi in tears laughing at my answers. My biggest problem with the class I am in is vocabularly, so when I make guesses they can have comical results. Example: After Dani worked on his homework, he TENTS with his friends. So I've got some memorization ahead.

Naomi had a whole day planned for us, which was a lot of fun. She had lunch all set out when I got home, which was fantastic. We walked to the library in blistering heat, though the thermometer said it was just a little above freezing: 33 degrees. As with all routes Tel Aviv, we took the long way.

Naomi likes museums, but I think she would love a hybrid museum/track that she could just jog by the fine art so that she could get the whole experience into about 20 minutes. This pace couldn't have clashed with mine more. The compromise ended up with us looking at so very so-so art in great detail, when we had recently arrived, and then glancing at the Miros/Picassos/Dalis/Pollocks on our way out. This experience has been noted so that our next trip to a museum will start by hunting down the best stuff first.

We hit up a fantastic book store that had a shelf-bending number of used books. The owner was an American who I think might have lived there as well. I also think he may have read all the books. He had that kind of vibe. We finished the evening at the really cute restaurant called Orna and Ella, which was fantastic. I've also discovered that you can get Hoegarden specialty beers around here - which I didn't know existed - as well as Duvel, for something like $5 a bottle in a restaurant. It's absolutely magical...