i'm sitting around my parents flat in netanya waiting for the bus to arrive. it stops outside the front door. martin and jakob have left about 2 hours ago to go shopping in tel aviv and i am to meet them later but just as i am about to leave the phone rings, it's my cousin eagle who is in the hood and offers me a ride to tel aviv. so i jump in the car and we head off on our small road trip stopping in herzalya for a coffee. fuck! why do all the towns here have such difficult names? maybe this is why i like tel aviv so much, it just rolls of the tongue, easy.
eagle and i talk about his mayan studies and what he thinks is going on, much the same kinda stuff as i, we enjoy our chats, they are stimulating and provocative, challenging existing constructs and our own meta programs. we both want to video our talks but this requires practical skills and i'm fucking a lost cause.