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stoneware POTTERY
EIN HOD village
and silly thingszenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.comBlogger1396125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-14945935297567684922023-02-19T12:25:00.002+02:002023-02-19T12:34:53.965+02:00After 50 years working in clay<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1R593gQlClc_BXkXmWTPxszPaTFdUJuSCNi0CeU_BS_WSQW9uameiQyPkk4DN5GKmLVX16F28z2mYuFaKbVKPETluoD0m86suo36Yqat-6AuYT2H6me6JGz6QmVqTQJ7EKgfpAUNTnBJjycy9_ELRy0v_jeKw82ORCXn2cJYbTM7abE22q7QvQjv/s684/plate.png" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="666" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1R593gQlClc_BXkXmWTPxszPaTFdUJuSCNi0CeU_BS_WSQW9uameiQyPkk4DN5GKmLVX16F28z2mYuFaKbVKPETluoD0m86suo36Yqat-6AuYT2H6me6JGz6QmVqTQJ7EKgfpAUNTnBJjycy9_ELRy0v_jeKw82ORCXn2cJYbTM7abE22q7QvQjv/s320/plate.png"/></a></div>
<a href="https://vimeo.com/34598951" target="_blank">Naomi Verchovsky: Ein Hod Potter (video)</a>
אחרי 50 שנות עבודה בחימר ,אני מציגה תערוכה יחיד ראשונה לכבוד יום הולדתי ה70, שנחגג יחד עם החגיגות ה70 להקמת עין הוד.
ההשקה בתאריך 24.2 בשעה 12:00 בגלריה המרכזית בעין הוד.
נעמי ורכובסקי
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After 50 years working in clay,I am having my first solo exhibit to celebrate my 70 th birthday together with the founding of Ein Hod: "Glazescapes".
Friday 24 February 12:00 Main, Gallery Ein Hod.
Naomi Verchovsky
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במשך שלוש שנים שהתה אסתר הרטוג, במאית הולנדית-ישראלית, בקרב קהילת המתנחלים של חברון - בניסיון להבין את מניעיהם ולגלות את אורח חייהם מבפנים. בחברון ישנה קהילה יהודית של כ-800 מתיישבים, המאובטחים ומופרדים על ידי צה"ל מכ-120,000 הפלסטינים החיים בעיר. הרטוג מראיינת כמה מתנחלים מקומיים הפורשים בפניה באדיבות את התוכנית המשיחית של התיישבותם במקום. במקביל היא גם עוקבת אחרי ילדיהם המשוטטים ברחובות ולומדת להכיר את החיילים שהוצבו במקום. ההתבוננות הסבלנית בחיים היהודיים בחברון - ובהתנהלות היומיומית של המשטר הצבאי שמאפשר אותם - חושפת מציאות הזויה, ומצליחה לחדור אל מעבר לייצוגים התקשורתיים המוכרים של מתנחלי חברון.</div>
zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-56895293978756644002013-03-11T22:55:00.000+02:002013-03-11T22:55:37.239+02:00Lighting a match under the 32 volumes of the Encyclopædia Britannica<iframe width="640" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cuakjcMGneI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
In my defence, this was more of a cremation than a burning at the stake. The books were already dead, terminally rotted after years of neglect. If I had committed a crime, it was to let them get into this sorry state, not finally to put them out of their misery
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Handmade stoneware pottery made in Vietnam the way it has been done for centuries. Craftmanship and high firing in wood buring tunnel kilns creates these impressive oversized vessels.
The kingdom of Champa ( or nagara Campa in Cham and Cambodian inscriptions, ; Chăm Pa in Vietnamese, 占城 Chiêm Thành in Hán Việt and Zhàn chéng in Chinese records) was a Hindu and Buddhist kingdom that controlled what is now Vietnam from approximately the 7th century through to 1832.
The Cham people are the successor of this kingdom. They speak Cham, a Malayo-Polynesian language.
See more at www.champaceramics.com
zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-6654510051394427022013-01-03T19:51:00.001+02:002013-01-03T19:59:37.685+02:00The Art of Mandur فن مندور <iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="480" mozallowfullscreen="mozallowfullscreen" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/56637146?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="webkitallowfullscreen" width="640"></iframe><i>The man who works in pottery is called fakharani (after the word fokhkhar, meaning pottery). An experienced fakharani knows what shapes are in demand and in which season. He must be able to produce the shape of jars used during birth celebrations, the incense burner over which the mother has to step in subu, the celebration held on the seventh day after the birth of a baby. He can fashion jars that look like horses and roosters. And he can make fruit basins embellished with human faces. Fakharanis often keep the secrets of the trade in the family. To be a fakharani you have to come from a pottery making family. If you remember the old drinking jar, called zir, you’ll see that it has a conic bottom, which means that to keep it upright it has to sit on a metal contraption that is circular at the top. The design allows for better cooling and cleansing of the water, and has been also used by the Greeks and the Romans. </i><br />
The artist Mohammad Mandur, who works mainly in pottery, says that pottery aesthetics improved remarkably in Roman times, and that Coptic monks modified the motifs to suit their beliefs, as did the Muslims later on. Mandur is a great admirer of Fatimid pottery, especially the pieces given a metallic glaze. He says that pieces that came from the Ayyubid and Mamluk periods were of exquisite quality, but things began to deteriorate under the Ottomans. zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-64415469251850148482012-12-24T08:24:00.001+02:002012-12-24T08:24:33.816+02:00Die Verwandlung (The Metamorphosis) by Franz Kafka: Good, Softcover, $4,997.00 at Alibris Marketplace<a href="http://www.alibris.com/booksearch.detail?invid=11514321213&query=Die+Verwandlung&qsort=pr&page=1#.UNf1EGIDZzI.blogger">Die Verwandlung (The Metamorphosis) by Franz Kafka: Good, Softcover, $4,997.00 at Alibris Marketplace</a>zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-79682907910653354962012-12-08T18:23:00.002+02:002012-12-08T18:23:55.657+02:00The booksellers love books<br />
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Alas, second-hand bookshops are closing daily, driven out of business by the combination of a general decline in reading, the internet and that most characteristic of all modern British institutions, the charity shop. Booksellers tell me that 90 per cent of their overheads arise from their shops, and 90 per cent of their sales from the internet. Except for the true antiquarian dealers, whose customers are aficionados of the first state and the misprint on page 287, second-hand bookshops make less and less economic sense. <br />
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Second-hand booksellers are not in it for the money, of course: it is probably easier to make a good living on social security. The booksellers love books, though not necessarily their purchasers, and in their way are learned men. When they have been in the trade for many years they know everything about books except, possibly, their content. Possessed of astonishing memories, they say things like “I haven’t seen another copy since 1978”. Some of them seem destined to be mummified among their books like the silverfish, and probably cannot conceive of a better way to die. <br />
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A ceramic relief by artist <a href="http://reviews.ebay.com/Chava-Samuel-The-Great-Mother-of-Israeli-Ceramics?ugid=10000000050493513">Chava Samuel</a> was found recently during the renovation of Independence Hall on Rothschild Boulevard in Tel Aviv, the historic building where David Ben-Gurion declared the establishment of the State of Israel in May 1948. The relief had been concealed behind a board for decades. <br />
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The piece had presumably been installed in the entrance to the hall in the fall of 1948. The relief features a seven-branched menorah and a Hebrew inscription: "In this building the establishment of the State of Israel was declared on the 5th of Iyyar 5708, 14.5.48."<br />
Samuel, who was born in Essen, Germany in 1904, was one of the pioneers of Israeli ceramics. She came to Israel in 1934 and opened the first ceramics studio of its kind in the Jewish community of Jerusalem. She later opened a workshop in Rishon Letzion as well. <br />
A number of her works were installed in public buildings. These include Zodiac Relief at the Kesem Cinema in Tel Aviv, where the first sessions of the Israeli Knesset were held, and ceramic walls in a number of locations, including one in the Yad Lebanim memorial in Rishon Letzion and another in the cellar of the Carmel Mizrahi winery in the same city, as well as one in the community center of Moshav Sitria. Samuel died in 1989. <br />
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<em>I grew up in a converted white clapboard church in the center of a small New England town to a family of artists and anthropologists. One side nurtured artistic creation, while the other explored, among other things, the function of art in society. My interest in clay is an intersection of these two sides, art and its function, both holy and humble. For three years, I apprenticed in the workshops of North Carolina potters Matt Jones and Mark Hewitt. Their work combines traditions, from the Anglo-Oriental school of Leach, Hamada, and Cardew to the folk pottery of the south-eastern United States and many places between. In their workshops I learned to love these simple pots; adorned or bare, quiet and strong, they make their place comfortably at the table or hearth and speak to the thousands of years of pots before them. </em><br />
<a href="http://eastforkpottery.com/about/">read more...</a>zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-25118573548731902472012-10-22T09:11:00.002+02:002012-10-22T09:11:45.241+02:00Fish@... in Saloniki<object width="640" height="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLvf5uTsA8I?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PLvf5uTsA8I?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="480" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object>zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-31830662454318192372012-09-26T09:58:00.000+02:002012-09-26T10:08:30.383+02:00Feel Earth <!-- This version of the embed code is no longer supported. Learn more: https://vimeo.com/help/faq/embedding --><object height="360" width="640"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=49053772&force_embed=1&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00adef&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=49053772&force_embed=1&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=00adef&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="360"></embed></object><b>What it Means to Throw Clay and feel Earth Come Alive </b><br />
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There is life in this clay as I wedge before day, when morning is just but a gleam<br />
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Its life’s hard to feel, when it’s not on a wheel, but my fingers are gentle and clean<br />
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So any heartbeat, that lies in the deep, is like waves that crash on the shore<br />
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And as I, wedge my clay, in the dawn before day, I will help this life to grow more<br />
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Slump in my chair, and brush back my hair, before lifting the first ball to me<br />
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A five-pound no more, but size is no chore, for a master with hands that can see<br />
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And its smack on the bat is loud as a crack, hunch over the faint little heart<br />
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With a sponge in my grip the water turns to slip, a push of the wheel now I start<br />
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At once it’s alive, it beating will thrive, I can feel my own heart speed the wheel<br />
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Off-center a bit, but its life has been lit, it’s alive and it moves with my feel<br />
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So I dive with the earth, and help to give birth, to a pot which this clay will now form<br />
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Be proud where you end, I tell my dear friend, but it trembles and shakes with reform<br />
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The clay moves not you, my words whisper true, as the form writhes in my grip<br />
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I cast up and down, the slip forms a crown, on its head which comes off in a strip<br />
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As my hands move in, its beating grows din, to center this clay is the devil<br />
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But I remember my phrase, and my hand does not raise, ‘til it’s round and perfectly level<br />
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My hands go to center, my fingertips enter, and I open the clay to a torus<br />
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I can tell that it’s scared with its insides so flared, my fingers move together in chorus<br />
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Sing now my dear! I implore you drop fear, my hands guide your way as you rise<br />
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Your form grows with majesty as you spin in front of me, you breathe ‘neath my hands with your cries<br />
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But suddenly I stop as you reach your full top, and I place my hands on your base<br />
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I listen and feel with the spins of the wheel, but I realize some thing’s out of place<br />
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For deep in your wall an air pocket’s small, a death wish for pots of all size<br />
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You don’t feel it that much, but it hurts when I touch, I fear this will be your demise<br />
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And it pains me so, when the wheel does slow, and gaze at your fabulous lines<br />
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You were princely, a king, your figure could sing, yet none of your grace undermines<br />
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The dawn crept near when I shed a tear, and pulled out a long coiled thread<br />
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Around fingers of life, I wrapped thread like a knife, and cut you from the bat so you’re dead<br />
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Severed and broken, your body a token, of clay that could breathe and laugh<br />
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And I look at the thread which claimed you instead, and sighing I cut you in half<br />
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There in your wall, I see a bubble, that’s all, what brought you down from your top<br />
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Cannot be, it’s not fair, I feel the despair, as I throw your two halves in the slop<br />
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But dawn has a way, of clearing dismay, and as the sun rose so did I<br />
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I felt through my feet, a breathing in beat, coming from the earth and the sky<br />
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It breathed both in time, to clay’s heart and mine, and I saw myself split like the pot<br />
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But my breathing lived on, though my body was gone, for the heart and the soul don’t get caught<br />
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The sunlight now broke from cracking night’s cloak, like gold ships from the sea I saw light<br />
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The majesty I saw put in contrast the flaw, in the pot thrown at dawn after night<br />
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Yes the form it was great, but that did not make, the clay who it was ‘neath my hands<br />
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It was beating and breath, not cause of death, which defined my dear friend in my plans<br />
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So again let us throw! I shout all aglow, We will make such a form never seen!<br />
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Clay on the bat, loud as a crack, I drip you in water ‘till you gleam<br />
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And this time I touch, not one beat as such, but the breath of the earth and the sky<br />
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I pull and there’s life, give beauty with knife, I’m a potter, with clay I can fly<br />
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<b style="background-color: white;">Bookseller, Bookseller</b><span style="background-color: white;">, why do you weep?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Because I must sell my
books far too cheap.</span></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">Bookseller, Bookseller</b><span style="background-color: white;">, why do you grin?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Because
an old lady is just coming in.</span></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">Bookseller, Bookseller</b><span style="background-color: white;">, why all this
joy?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Because she requires a nice book for a boy.</span></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">Bookseller,
Bookseller</b><span style="background-color: white;">, why do you cough?</span></div>
</b><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Ahem! Well, the discount forgot to come
off.</span></div>
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<b><div style="text-align: center;">
<b style="background-color: white;">Bookseller, Bookseller</b><span style="background-color: white;">, why are you gay?</span></div>
</b><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Because it's my best of
business to-day.</span></div>
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<b style="background-color: white;">Bookseller, Bookseller</b><span style="background-color: white;">, why are you mad?</span></div>
</b><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Because the
half-sovereign I changed her is bad</span></div>
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This rather rare children's book of poetry and lithographic illustrations
relating to various kinds of employment - some quite unusual - was first
published in Fleet St in London in 1900. Text by JJ Bell. Illustrations by C
Robinson.<br />via <a href="http://bibliodyssey.blogspot.co.il/2012/07/jack-of-all-trades.html">BibliOdyssey</a>zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-25096629796841145692012-06-23T11:30:00.000+02:002012-06-23T11:30:16.507+02:00Ligo,Jani and Skandinieki<object height="455" width="555"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXJpIBocNys&hl=en">
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The annual celebration of the summer solstice, known as Jani is generally viewed as the most important Latvian holiday. Jani is celebrated on June 23 and 24. The traditions and rituals associated with the celebration of Jani are deeply rooted in ancient Latvian folklore and continue to have deep symbolic meaning for the celebrants. Participants gather flowers, grasses and oak leaves which are used to make wreaths and decorate the farmstead, house and farm animals. Jani night activities include the singing of special Jani songs (Ligo songs) around a ceremonial bonfire. Home-brewed beer and a special Jani caraway seed cheese are an essential part of this colourful holiday ritual.<br />
<a href="http://latviansonline.com/index.php/reviews/article/2380/">Skandinieki</a> is a collective of singers and instrumentalists (a total of 23 are credited on this recording) that marked its 27th anniversary last November. The core of Skandinieki is the Stalts family. Dāvis, Helmi, Julgī, Marga and Ričards Stalts perform on their new CD(<a href="http://www.upe.lv/english/ltmk17.asp">Dzied un spēle Skandinieki</a>) Of note is that the Stalts are of Liv descent. Though their numbers have fallen through the years, the Livs are still alive and well in Latvia<br />
Today there are only about 300 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Livonian_language">Livonians</a>, most of whom have become Latvianised. Approximately 70 of them understand Livonian partially, maybe ten speak it as their mother tongue. <br />
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SEEKING TO confuse the paparazzi who were not among the invited guests, supermodel <a href="http://www.heavy.com/action/girls/2011/08/the-20-hottest-photos-of-esti-ginzburg/">Esti Ginzberg</a> and property developer <a href="http://www.haaretz.com/print-edition/business/adi-keizman-trying-his-hand-in-real-estate-again-1.284229">Adi Keizman</a> sent out wedding invitations that listed the venue as a villa in Zichron Yaacov. Only on the night before the wedding did guests receive notice of the correct address, which was in the courtyard of the home of fashion photographer <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owC6f5YvTqQ">Ron Kedmi</a>, who lives in the Ein Hod Artists’ Village. It was Ginzberg’s first wedding and Keizman’s third. At the time that he and Ginzberg started keeping company around two years ago, he was still married to <a href="http://www.haaretz.com/business/social-protest-high-coffee-costs-depress-strauss-profit-1.421177">Ofra Strauss</a>, who chairs the Straus Group. Strauss was previously married for 18 years to <a href="http://whitecityresidence.blogspot.co.il/2012/05/renovation-spree-continues-in-tel-aviv.html">Dan Lahat</a>, son of former Tel Aviv mayor <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shlomo_Lahat">Shlomo Lahat</a>. Her name has since been romantically linked with that of Middle East envoy <a href="http://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-4127145,00.html">Tony Blair,</a> with whom she enjoys a close friendship. Both Strauss and Blair have denied that their relationship is more than platonic, but neither the Hebrew nor the British media have accepted the denials. Keisman, who is more than a decade younger than Strauss, is 16 years older than his 22 year old bride. <a href="http://www.jpost.com/Features/InThespotlight/Article.aspx?id=273644">via JP</a>zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-45506129077236798752012-06-04T20:47:00.001+02:002012-06-04T20:47:53.463+02:00Jugs Full of Secrets<br />
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Archaeologists in the eastern Mediterranean region have been unearthing spherical jugs, used by the ancients for storing and trading oil, wine, and other valuable commodities. Because we're used to the metric system, which defines units of volume based on the cube, modern archaeologists believed that the merchants of antiquity could only approximately assess the capacity of these round jugs, says Prof. Itzhak Benenson of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_747747435">Tel Aviv University's Department of Geography.</a><br />
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The Hamer tribe is an indigenous group of people in Africa. Their home is in the beautiful Omo Valley located in the south-western parts of Ethiopia. They are a semi-nomadic, pastoral people, numbering about 42 000.zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-15147597533520756872012-05-23T05:50:00.003+02:002012-05-23T05:50:29.348+02:00Saw yourself ? Get Tagged ! j.viewz<object width="640" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xexJ25fZ8vc?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xexJ25fZ8vc?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object>
2000 photos, 300 fans (no computer fakery..)
Saw yourself? Get Tagged (and free mp3): http://goo.gl/u2bTw
Taken from the album rivers and homes: http://www.jviewz.com
Directed by Shelly Carmel, Eran Amir, Jonathan Dagan.
DOP: Hunter Baker | Editing: Elan Golod | Styling: Karin Elgai
Production: Matt Leiderman (USA) | Eran Amir (Israel)
Color Correction: Jonathan Dagan | Color Correction (Photos): Yair Cohen
Post: COPA Network | AC: Sam Pyra, Peter Steusloff, Taylor Baker
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Jazz on a Summer's Day</strong></span></div><blockquote><i>Features one of the rare film appearances of two of the greatest jazz artists of all times: New Orleans-born trumpeter Louis Armstrong and Texas-born trombonist Jack Teagarden. When Armstrong formed his six-piece All Stars in 1946 Jack, who was white, was asked to join. The obvious affection these two great performers felt for each other's singing, clowning and playing is particularly evident in their classic performance of "Old Rocking Chair." After Armstrong was invited to return his home town after many years away, he insisted Teagarden join him on the stage. The city refused to let a white man and a Negro play together. Armstrong vowed never to return to New Orleans and kept his word until the day he died</i>. </blockquote><br />
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</div>"Louis Armstrong and his band kitted out in matching blazers with Mother of Pearl buttons. Anita O'Day in her marvelous hat and white gloves. Thelonious Monk and his bamboo sunglasses. In the audience there's the beautiful girl in the red sweater chewing gum. Ascots. Bermuda shorts. Straw hats. Capri pants. And young couples having some real fun. I felt like crying."</blockquote><br />
<blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHH_Bq8KG0w/S9FyMLs5DfI/AAAAAAAAUm0/6fITVJbCs9M/s1600/jazz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GHH_Bq8KG0w/S9FyMLs5DfI/AAAAAAAAUm0/6fITVJbCs9M/s320/jazz.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div>"<em>I caught this film about 10 years ag</em><em>o while idly flipping around the cable minefield. It had already started as I began to watch, so I didn't know anything about it till it was over. Like you, I was mesmerized. And suddenly clued in to the magic of my parents' heyday. This was their milieu - jazz, cocktails, effortless style, genuine optimism. All the moments you site in the film are priceless. The juxtaposition of the America's Cup trials, crowd shots and epic performances is very unique and more than holds up today. It was very near the end of an era. The end of jazz as more or less mainstream entertainment. The end of an era of populist panache. The end of optimism. This film filled in a lot of gaps for me. It gave me a window into the world of my parents, at a time when they were just becoming my parents. I've been urging people to see it ever since - and everyone who does see seems sincerely grateful. I wish I'd been able to see the restored print at Lincoln Center. That must have been a treat.</em> "</blockquote><span style="color: blue;">Cast (in credits order) </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Jimmy Giuffre ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Thelonious Monk ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Henry Grimes ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Sonny Stitt ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Sal Salvador ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Anita O'Day ... Herself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">George Shearing ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Dinah Washington ... Herself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Gerry Mulligan ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Big Maybelle ... Herself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Chuck Berry ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Chico Hamilton ... Himself </span><br />
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</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Louis Armstrong ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Jack Teagarden ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Mahalia Jackson ... Herself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">rest of cast listed alphabetically: </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">David Baily ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Danny Barcelona ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Bob Brookmeyer ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Buck Clayton ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Willis Conover ... Interviewer </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Bill Crow ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Eric Dolphy ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Eli's Chosen Six ... Themselves </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Art Farmer ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Harold Gaylon ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Nathan Gershman ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Terry Gibbs ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Urbie Green ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Jim Hall ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Peanuts Hucko ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Jo Jones ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Ray Mosca ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Armando Peraza ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Max Roach ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Rudy Rutherford ... Himself </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Martin Williams ... Jazz Critic in Audience </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Patricia Bosworth ... Disgruntled redhead in audience (uncredited) </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Directors:Aram Avakian</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Bert Stern</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Writers:Albert D'Annibale (writer)</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Arnold Perl (writer)</span>zenohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260240269638309638noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807467061406089842.post-55344493651377692092012-05-13T09:31:00.003+02:002012-05-13T09:32:54.675+02:00Sex-Libris of Franz von Bayros<object height="480" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SyOFKQ-cuo?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0">
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