funtobealive

do you remember my father from the move out entry a few weeks ago?
funtobe was very delighted today to see a photo of his old man in todays “Haaretz” newspaper. since funtobe is not in israel at the moment he could only see it online, but he was told by a few medium size israeli birds that it was in the printed edition as well. statistically speaking it is very unlikely that in a huge metropolis such as Tel Aviv the Haaretz photographer would catch exactly my father. even if i ignore the Tel Aviv metropolitan on its million and a half people, and concentrate only on Tel Aviv city on its 400,000 population it is still unlikely. especially that the photo was taken in the middle of the great rain storm that was taking place yesterday, and my father looks exactly the same- calm and out of it, as if he is taking a stroll on the beach on a sunny day. here is a little piece of info that shads on the statistics some other light- my dear father decided that he will move out of his old place in a new moving method called “one part at the time”. he is walking there 30 times a day always taking with himself something small. the photo was taken right under his new place- something that changes the odds completely.

if you wish to see it for yourself- here is the link:

http://www.haaretz.co.il/hasite/pages/ShArtPE.jhtml?itemNo=806214&contrassID=2&subContrassID=21&sbSubContrassID=0

I really understand better the jews throughout history. you probably know the feeling of not being invited to a big party that everybody goes to.  in the case of this particular  party  i don’t want to be invited. celebrating the birth of a so called messiah
2000 years ago is not really my cup of gluewien. especially when it comes in a disguise of “let’s buy as much as we can” or “show me the present” celebration.  however- the feeling of being left aside, even to a cynical funtobe such as myself is somewhat disturbing. I can only imagine how it felt to the jews in europe during the centuries. ok- so we have hanuka as a substitute, but when one really compares it is not on the same level as Xmas. let’s take the miracles for example: the fucking hanuka ordeal is about a jar of oil. wow, how exiting- oil!  if i were to put it in 21st context it is actually quite important- the oil i mean, such a miracle could have been very helpful for israel today. on the christian side -the jesus dude was waking on water and healing people,  and doing all those  impressive things. i can go on and on- but my point is that i really gained respect for the jewish people for staying jews when on the surface the oder religion seems much more appealing.  i wish you all a funtobe holidays

taxi drivers are really the same all over the world the apply to the same annoying rules and we are expected to obey. the other day i had an interesting accident with one. i arrived with a train to a small station in Germany. i was just walking with my small trolly suitcase between 2 taxis standing in the station, when my suitcase pumped the back end of one of the Mercedes taxis. the driver came out of the car immediately screaming that i destroyed his car with my suitcase! he was really treating the incident as if it were a normal car accident. you can probably imagine it takes more than a small suitcase in order to damage a mercedes c class… i just stood there with my mouth open, i couldn’t believe the driver really expected me to pay for a damage clearly not caused by me. naturally all the other drivers came out of there cars and things got a bit to intense. than he suggested to call the police and i said- be my guest, knowing every normal policeman will understand how ridicules the situation is, and indeed the driver backed off and instead of calling the police started to curse and scream. things like- “you should shove this base ( he meant my cello ), up your gay ass..” and believe me it sounds better auf Deutsch.
the reason i was at this village was for playing a Xmas baroque concert. the concert was ok, but i had a little surprise in the end. part of the program was a choir and for the grand finale they wanted t sing a Xmas carol with everybody together. so i “the little jewish boy” funtobe, found my self in the middle of the alter right in the first row singing in german a chaotic Xmas carol. my grandfather rolled many times in his grave last night.

yesterday i had the “honor” listening to a baroque cello lesson that was just before my lesson. the poor girl was so helpless and untalented that i felt really bad for my dear teacher. and that made me think isn’t it the teachers job to tell the poor girl that she will do her self and the world a big favor by stopping the torturing the poor instrument ( and her very few listeners ). as a matter of fact- the sooner the better. i don’t know how old she is, but she is in a graduate program, which brings another question- how come someone so untalented get accepted to Europe’s biggest music school, to add on top of it- i can’t imagine this girl as even a decent modern cellist, but she decided never the less to study an even harder version of the cello, ” ho, i can’t cook an egg- than maybe i should try to back a hole chicken!” but this is really not my problem and is too far away from my original theme. this poor girl is going to be stuck with a profession she sucks at and difficulty can’t make a living in, and probably too old to learn something new. i wish my dear teacher would have been more honest with her. on the other hand I’m not sure what i would do if i were in this situation. and a funny thing that happened today- i was rehearsing with a harpsichordist today and i happened to mention the famous juilliard school of music. the guy had no idea what so ever what or were is Juilliard! and he has been around the music world for a while, won a few competitions as an organist, played concerts all over europe, and never heard the name Juilliard before! i think there is hope for the world.