Short Stories to Come…

Tennessee

Biking from Santa Cruz to La during El Niño

Trim Camp

Catholic School

Brazil

Berlin

Life as a Sailing Lunchlady on the TSGB

Fern Flat – life in the woods

 

Story Time–How I accidentally went to Palestine.

Once upon a time…I accidentally went to Palestine. It was in the Spring of 2014.

I went with a program called Birthright. They paid for my tickets to and from Israel and provided a 10-day tour of the country, giving me the option to extend my stay beyond the scheduled program at my own expense, which of course I elected to do, since I was in no hurry to return to my job as a sushi waitress back in Capitola village.

This would be my first solo travel experience. I thought up a little plan to WWOOF around the country after the birthright program, to learn about how they farm in the desert. I knew very little about Israel and thought it was all desert.

2.5 months later…after spontaneously travelling to Jordan to see the historic town of Petra, I found myself on a bus on my way back to Israel…or so I thought.

Wait what? This bus is going to Palestine?!

Come to find, the bus was heading to Palestine. Its confusing, though, because some people don’t call where I went Palestine. They call it Israel. Some are more precise and call it the West Bank, which is a territory under Israeli control for the most part.  I’ll hash out the details as I understand them with you later. Some people even say Palestine does not exist. Technically, I don’t think it does anymore. When the state of Israel was created in 1948, maps changed and what was formerly know as the British Mandate of Palestine became Israel. Here’s a map courtesy of

Motives and Justifications: A Critique of Fromkin’s Analysis of British Support for Zionism

showing the progression in the last century. For the record, I call where I went Palestine and I think its just plain rude when people deny its existence. It reminds me in a way of the Native Americans in the US. More on that later too. palestineisrael

It sure wasn’t like the Israel I had experienced in the 2.5 months leading up to my accidental arrival in this controversial land. The people spoke Arabic. Muslim prayers blared from loudspeakers a few times a day. People said “inshallah” all the time. Israeli soldiers could be found a checkpoints both on the road and in towns, screening pedestrians and drivers and either allowing them access to the other side of the checkpoints, or not.

I had one experience of being harassed by Israeli soldiers when I was walking into a Jewish settlement in a Palestinian town. Well, the soldiers weren’t harassing me, but my tour guide, a 17 year old Palestinian kid.

Anyway, my point is, since going to Israel with the birthright organization, I have been confused about the Israeli-Palestine relationship. People I met on both sides of the wall were wonderful, and there was a real sense of comraderie especially among the Israeli people, probably because they had all gone through the mandatory military training experience at some point, basically, the whole country is militarized, pretty much everyone is or has been a soldier, which lends itself to a very familial vibe. But, I wonder, for being so nice and brotherly with each other, how can they each be so hostile to their neighbors?

 

 

The Monkey Lung Cancer Awareness Association (MLCAA)

Every year, it is possible that many monkeys are diagnosed with lung cancer, especially in the entertainment industry. Helping to raise awareness for this heartbreaking affliction, MLCAA provides financial and psychological support for monkeys suffering from lung cancer and tobacco addiction.

monkey lung cancer awareness

 

Note: this is a joke, possibly with some truth

Just a thought about batteries

Wouldn’t it be cool if when you bought a battery, or any electronic, the packaging told you where you could discard your product once you’re all done with it. I mean, they have it on beverage containers. I think it would be great if all electronics had that cash redemption value, so you could bring it back to the store, get a couple bucks (or more, depending on the product), and be on your merry way. Then you’re happy, because you got some money back, and the worlds happy because those electronics can be used again…and not mistakenly put in a landfill, or in a rural stream, or shipped back to China or Africa and put in a landfill there.

 

Thats all, thanks for hearin me out.

The EU has something called Extended Producer Responsibility. You may have seen the “green dot” symbol..(the one in the middle)

.green dot

which is used in European product packaging, but can also be seen on packaging in the US. You buy something and it has this dot to show that the manufacturer has paid some to take responsibility for the disposal costs. That’s nice, isn’t it. Share the burden. Don’t just put the burden of figuring out how to dispose of things to the consumer. Thats how it is in the US today.

 

Why I started this blog and my intentions

Hello out there,

I have thought about starting a blog for some time now and just decided to give it a try, to see what happens.

I am not a very big fan of technology, or being on the computer, but alas, it is a good way to reach many people and share ideas.

This blog is a platform to share short stories of life’s experiences. I will also share creative projects and develop ideas to promote ape conservation through electronic waste recycling and tap dancing, somehow.

If you have any questions or comments, feel free to ask on here.

Best,

Kelly