If I felt like my life was worth writing about, I'd be updating this thing way more than I have been. Actually, I won't even venture to say that I'm updating it now. It's more of a courtesy message, because I can't help but feel guilty that I'm keeping friends and family so in the dark.

I can't stand reading those blog messages that detail people's every boring minute, every trivial purchase, every uneventful venture out of the county (that's county, not country). Unless you can be funny about it, then I'll read it. But I don't have the talent to make a trip to the local Islamic supermarket seem even remotely interesting. Maybe if the cashiers there would do something more entertaining than laugh their asses off whenever I try to speak Turkish with them, I might have some decent material. I'm not even initiating the conversation with them, by the way. They ask me a question, I respond, they laugh. Real nice.

Well anyway, here's a bit of news for ya: I'm going to Israel this Saturday. Some friends are coming from the States to visit me, and we're all gonna go get a look at land-apartheid first hand. Maybe I shouldn't say that. The Israelis may be reading my blog. Anyway, it will be amazing. I'll upload some pictures when I get back and maybe I'll have a story or two. Shalom (that was so cliche, but I couldn't resist).