The world according to Twitter
Every place has its unique sounds. And not unlike a scar, these sounds become part of the fibre of that place. They’re the sounds without which a Place would be just another place with meandering, no-name streets. On Monday I was reminded of Israel’s sounds and how hard they are to drown out once heard. [...]
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A kippah with a silver lining
He owns three kippot. A black one. Velvety, with thick gold edging. A kippah you could imagine grabbing you by the hands as you waltz the night away in a teak Blue Danube-filled ballroom. An old-fashioned gentleman of a kippah that’ll open doors for you and take you for a spin in his Roles Royce. [...]
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Because he was born a Jew
Was. For times gone by. For things covered in a dust that only memory can clean. For things that are no more. Difficult to swallow. It’ll choke instead of rolling off your tongue. And ambush you when you least expect it. A little word which has great power. Was. Seon Hyman. His name was Seon [...]
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Twitter Therapy
“What are you doing?” That’s the simple, no-fuss question Twitter asks. And it seems that despite Twitter’s 140 character limit, users are only too willing to share everything and anything. From the deeply personal to the seemingly inane, there is no holding back. Call it emotional vomit. Or maybe exhibitionism 2.0 for those who don’t [...]
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The world according to Twitter
Every place has its unique sounds. And not unlike a scar, these sounds become part of the fibre of that place. They’re the sounds without which a Place would be just another place with meandering, no-name streets. On Monday I was reminded of Israel’s sounds and how hard they are to drown out once heard. [...]
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A kippah with a silver lining
He owns three kippot. A black one. Velvety, with thick gold edging. A kippah you could imagine grabbing you by the hands as you waltz the night away in a teak Blue Danube-filled ballroom. An old-fashioned gentleman of a kippah that’ll open doors for you and take you for a spin in his Roles Royce. [...]
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Twitter Therapy
“What are you doing?” That’s the simple, no-fuss question Twitter asks. And it seems that despite Twitter’s 140 character limit, users are only too willing to share everything and anything. From the deeply personal to the seemingly inane, there is no holding back. Call it emotional vomit. Or maybe exhibitionism 2.0 for those who don’t [...]
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Why Israel?
Because I am a Jew. What that meant, my 9 year old self was not too sure. But it was that simple. Because I was a Jew I had to sit somewhere else. I had to find new friends to spend break time with. I had to grow up and learn about Anti-Semitism. And all [...]
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The world according to Twitter
Every place has its unique sounds. And not unlike a scar, these sounds become part of the fibre of that place. They’re the sounds without which a Place would be just another place with meandering, no-name streets. On Monday I was reminded of Israel’s sounds and how hard they are to drown out once heard. [...]
A kippah with a silver lining
He owns three kippot. A black one. Velvety, with thick gold edging. A kippah you could imagine grabbing you by the hands as you waltz the night away in a teak Blue Danube-filled ballroom. An old-fashioned gentleman of a kippah that’ll open doors for you and take you for a spin in his Roles Royce. [...]
Because he was born a Jew
Was. For times gone by. For things covered in a dust that only memory can clean. For things that are no more. Difficult to swallow. It’ll choke instead of rolling off your tongue. And ambush you when you least expect it. A little word which has great power. Was. Seon Hyman. His name was Seon [...]
Twitter Therapy
“What are you doing?” That’s the simple, no-fuss question Twitter asks. And it seems that despite Twitter’s 140 character limit, users are only too willing to share everything and anything. From the deeply personal to the seemingly inane, there is no holding back. Call it emotional vomit. Or maybe exhibitionism 2.0 for those who don’t [...]
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