Nothing to Declare

Indeed. Right now I am silently trundling through the Green Lane in the airport of life. And, much like the time I looked the Customs man in the eye at Ben Gurion and assured him I was not bringing forbidden produce into the country while trying not to bely the fact that several dried bunches of Latvian Birch twigs (for my Russian friend to hit his family with in the sauna, or something) were tucked away inside my suitcase between my tracksuit bottoms and souvenir fleecy hat, of course I have what to declare. Somewhere, there are many rants, insights, funny asides, tucked away between the chaos inside the suitcase of my crazy life. I just can't get it to open at the moment.

Meantime, I could still write for writing's sake. I mean, it's not like we're short of news to comment on around here. Plenty of depressing Gaza/West Bank -related fodder to mull over. Hmm, or I could write about how great it is that Benny Sela (the serial rapist mentioned in the last post) has been captured but how it doesn't mean that women are now safe, anywhere. But that would be depressing. And we're trying to avoid that.

So instead maybe I could write about how grateful I am to those who have lent me their West Wing DVDs, and how watching them makes me wistful for the reality they portray in place of the current one we're all "enjoying" (Rowan Atkinson "Live At Belfast"-esque emphasis). But that might make me focus too much on today's leadership of this country and of this world, and we'll be back to being depressed.

Ok let's try and find something cheery! I could try to find amusement in the fact that someone somewhere came to this blog searching for "Frum Porno" - I have the referrals list to prove it, and everything! Well, I hope they found what they were looking for- the mind, literally, boggles.

Or how about a MEME? Well, I could even try my hand at the Been-There-Done-That one which I first saw over at Liza's. But sadly it is a little too revealing for my keep-it-impersonal blog policy. However, if I was to do it, I would definitely be tagging Resident Traveller, Mark, Hipster and Beerli to fill it out...

Anyway- you get the point. I have nothing to declare. Nada. Zilch. Nowt. Bear with me, I might emerge from this soon. But if I'm not, please know, it's not the Blogosphere, it's me.