25¢ ICE TEA is communitea project that give space for a spontaneous neighborhood meeting
On a lovely May day, when the sun hung out for a little longer and a slight heat notified us that summer is upon us. I felt the excitement of Spring in the air: people were roaming the street outside my window in dresses and shorts, and I wondered who are my neighbors or those who come to visit this neighborhood. What do they do for fun? What do they do for survival? Do they have plants in their apartments and do they remember to water them? And in case they are only here for a short while, where did they come from and where will they head next?
It is common to bitch about them techies ruining the funk that San Francisco once had, like the good old days when Margaret Kilgallen painted the streets with female characters and words. I could have spend the whole day telling nostalgic stories myself about a history I did not have. My mother, who was raised in south Tel Aviv, where everyone knew their neighbors and their neighbors’ neighbors, would say that the grocery store was two stories below their apartment and my grandmother would yell to Jaco, the store-owner, from her balcony when she needed milk and eggs. When Jaco responded back in yells and hand gestures, she would roll a bucket down that was tied to a rope on her balcony. Jaco would then put the produce she requested in the bucket and then she would roll it back up. The payment was made at the end of the week or as soon as Jaco requested it. There was mostly trust and communion.
Today we could easily say that a neighborhood community is a lost art form. And while I am receiving my roommate’s Blue Apron package left anonymously by the door, I am thinking about what it means to love thy neighbour as thyself.
I decided to set an ice tea stand, similar to the one I set when I was eight years old visiting my grand-parents in NY one summer. Nonetheless, this one was not for the purpose of profit, of course. Anything sold in cents presents a nostalgic America, like the one that was once so great. The stand did not have to-go cups only glasses and customers had no other chance but to stay.
Superwoman Peeing Rainbows / Bonny Nahmias
(a very very short story)
I can’t remember the first time I saw a boy pee but I do remember that it astonished me. I was mesmerized that he could pee standing while his pee came out streaming in the shape of a bow. I envied this ability.
Peeing in a squat or sitting down seemed so boring.
I wanted to pee standing! I wanted to pee not only bows, I wanted to pee RainBows! So, I decided to try it myself.
Everyday at kindergarten when I had to pee I would go to the bathroom and stand in front of the toilet with my pants down pushing my pelvis forward and cheering my pee.. ‘Come pee! Come out! Come in the shape of a bow and the colors of the rainbows.’
I always ended up peeing on myself. Embarrassingly wet, I would walk to the teacher to tell her what just happened, but not in full details. I Would only mention I peed myself. Nonetheless, full of hope I would continue this practice, wishing that this time would be a success and I will be able to pee like a boy.
The outcomes were that my mother had to send an extra pair of panties and pants in my bag to kindergarten every day. The kindergarten teacher and my mother never knew the real reason I peed myself. I believe they diagnosed this phenomena as a delay in my development. It was a secret I kept to myself with the wish that one day I would perform to the whole world my peeing ability; Superwoman peeing rainbows; a one woman show.
On September 1st I start a 30 days residency at One+One+Two in San Francisco. During this residency I will explore and research more places (anywhere around the world) where my project, Let's Stay Connected, can travel to. This project takes place in locations where tangible communication has been broken by modernity, geography, and politics. It is composed by a simple string connecting two cans and creating, what is called, a Tin Can Telephone. It is an old fashion device that is being reintroduced in an age of digital madness.
So far the project has taken place in a few locations in California—including Twin Peaks in San Francisco, where the telephone stretched from peak to peak—and the Middle East, between Israel’s occupied territory and Palestine.
This month I wish to discuss this project with you. As you are reading this, is there a place that comes to mind? Please share it with me.
On August 21st 2017 a celestial phenomena took place.
The moon eclipsed the sun making the sun look like an old devil moon that someone stole from the sky. Planet earth witnessed.
WALK I + II + III
On February 2016 we received a letter from our landlord's attorney, asking that we leave our home and move somewhere else. After a couple of months of negotiation we came to an agreement that we would move out by the end of May 2016. Not sure where we are going next, perhaps we can be homefree for a little while; we decided to start giving a way our plants, which have grown in our apartment for the past five years, and this is how it all begun...
I was not sure about the meaning of it all so I asked I Ching and this is what it said...
37- Thirty Seven
Chia Jen / Family Duties
Warning Air Currents rise and spread the Heathfire:
The Superior Person weighs his words carefully and is consistent in his behavior.
Be as faithful as a good wife.
One in this situation must be keenly aware of his influence on others.
Maintain a healthy respect for the ripple effect of your words and deeds.
To some you serve as a role model.
You either help shape their world or tilt them into chaos.
Show temperance and consideration to all.
clinging to a branch in the forests of Michoacan
the semi circle concrete wall outside the lobby
Will I be a mom?
That place was ours.
A scene from the past. A house in Queens. Everyone speaks Hebrew and some speak English. There is a clown. It is summer.