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Lifelike

Life is what you make of it …or paint of it!

(updated: 27 April 2024)

I saw my late maternal grandmother, Ina Rose at the Tel Aviv Hilton in November 2009 with my mum. I recorded an interview with her during the morning of the 25th. I saw her again that night after TechAviv after a lift back there from Boris Nadion.

In our discussion, she describes her meeting with Albert Einstein in the USA sometime between 1945-1947. It was her being an artist that sparked Einstein’s interest to meet her.

During the war, Ini was freed from an internment camp and ended up hiding in Toulouse, France. There she learned French and followed the painting style of French Impressionism. Ini went to the USA after the war to meet her mother and sister.

[ Einstein ’46 | Ina’s WWII story | Australian naturalization ’56 | Marriage to Frederick ’47 in Melbourne ]

Ini mentions Fred (my grandfather) and Toulouse in her 2000 postcard to Luke and I below:

They met in Toulouse and even spoke French to each other at home in Australia as the norm. My mother, Jacqueline, speaks French very well to this day. I learned it for 3 years but struggled with it, unfortunately.

Anyway, my immediate family actually lived in an apartment down in the dip of Washington Street (but before I was born) before we moved up the hill to #38 that was sold in 2006.

  • pic 2 – 2006
  • pic 3, 4 – early 2000’s (shirt Hard Yakka)

Continuing, Ini’s second home in Melbourne overlooked the sea in Alimart Court (she actually named it after her children), Brighton, where she lived for many decades.

I have fond memories of going there a lot as a child.

It was filled with her art and that was her main line of work for many years.

She held a couple of exhibitions over the years, one even well into her nineties.

The last time I saw her was in July 2013 back at the Hilton (below left) and to her, Israel was fantastic and that was a great realization. She had gone to Germany a few years prior and that really stirred up negative memories.

Also, the first and only time I met her mother, Elizabeth Kaplan was in January 1986, in Boca Raton, Florida.

Elizabeth had a concentration camp number tattooed on her forearm and survived it by being enslaved as a translator for the Nazis. Also, that trip also took us to Disney World and EPCOT in Orlando, which was a very fortunate experience to have.

17 years later in 2003 I reconnected with the late Stewart Springfield again in New York City who was Elizabeth’s grandson from Ina’s sister Rita, and a really nice guy – at least he was to me. He was walking with a limp but I didn’t ask him about it.

Wait, isn’t that VP Kamala Harris schmoozing Hillary Clinton behind me? That’s not a photoshop either.

In the 80s he sent us a box of sunglasses for no charge.

In 1986, Stewart told me that his mum was listed in the phone book as “R Springfield” and ended up getting a lot of phone calls from female fans looking for Rick Springfield and he ended up hanging the phone up on a few.

Stewart’s mother was Rita. (blue pocket below, and striped shirt)

But ladies were checking Stewart out anyhow down at the beach when I went down there with him in Florida, and he popped off his shirt too. Later in the day he showed us cable TV and we settled on WWF.

Anyway, at Venice Beach on Superbowl day, (26 January 1986) some sort of street comedian pulled me out in front of a crowd and said I looked like Dan Quayle (“Who was that?” I thought) and then people cracked up laughing because I was Australian. I was an instant hit.

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The wild thing was that as a result, Andrew saw me and came over and said hello, and he was in the extended family (below, red tie.)

The four of us only had 2 nights in LA waiting for a connecting flight and the Challenger shuttle blew up around the time we were leaving the country although I’m still somewhat perplexed as to the final sequence of cities eventually reached.

I remember it being really cold in Florida and being told to “put on layers,” and that the weather ended up taking its toll on Challenger.

Also, on a later trip to Vail and Copper Mountain, at Westin and Club Med, someone pulled out a dollar bill and showed me the “All Seeing Eye” and warned me about it, yet I didn’t really get the gist of all his fear.

It was a lot for a young guy to take in. Also, another guy Max was ranting about how Def Leppard was the best band ever. In the dining room I met a manager from Chrysalis Records, he asked me “What bands do you like?” I told him “Huey Lewis and the News” and a couple of others. He went beserk. He rattled off some other names and I said I knew them. He also mentioned Was (Not Was.) He was so stoked he ended up sending a box of 30 CDs back to Melbourne for us to play on our new CD player including the entire Huey collection up until Small World, David Sanborn, The Proclaimers, Vinnie Vincent and The Pursuit of Happiness. Very generous and cool guy – a lot of kind people in the USA – great with box shipping too! It could’ve also been guerilla marketing. I also met some guys making a ski movie in the lounge and they wanted me to intro “Teton Gravity Research” or something very hard for me to remember and I kept messing up as they filmed me. Was TGR even a thing back then – it couldn’t have been that!? I might’ve ended up on a bloopers reel. Wait, more likely the US skiing was still on the 1986 trip and the Chrysalis guy we met in India in 1989, or else the CDs were sent much later in time.

Anyhow, back to Venice Beach – the fellow that took us to Venice Beach was an African-American guy who was waiting around the airport working as a city guide: quite a random encounter. I don’t remember much of Venice Beach except for Muscle Beach.

But I also remember a large T-shirt shop with on-the-spot printing which was new to me. It was wall-to-wall with different t-shirt images. I may have even encountered Sky Ferreira’s future dad there – did his shop exist then? Was he old enough? I think there were a number of t-shirt shops in a row. Our tour guide’s name was Michael – I remember because I personally knew another Michael at the time and of course MJ. Strange stuff. I have my old passport somewhere so I Don’t Forget.

So, a couple of years prior to Ini’s passing in 2015, she made this toast after relocating homes – but her art (and husband) came with her!

My mother now paints, and I’m starting to get restless hands myself!

  • pic 1 – ~’92
  • pic 2 – ’93, grandfathers Fred and Oskar
  • pic 3 – ~mid ’00’s after leaving Brighton

 

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✓ 5 days ago

Alessandro Michele: Masculinity & Eroticism of Nature (2020)

I don't want to be bored. That's the most important thing. Rules are very dangerous - can put you in a very bad, you know, position. And you will be bored. (1:00:00)

 

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✓ 3 years ago

Israel Revisited – from exile to exodus (part 1/2)

In Australia, they say you should either be earning or learning. I chose yearning.

(also see: 2005: Up Periscope! and part 2)

In January 2005, I went for a drive to South Australia. I don’t fully know why I went – I just did.

I was only gone for a few days as I had a terrible sleeping arrangement in the back of my vehicle – but I had the taste of freedom that I yearned for – both physical and mental.

A couple of months later, I started a Monash law degree (to be my second degree) but I soon dropped out. Law camp was fun, but when it was time to start studying, I couldn’t focus at all. Also, one of the heads of Mannix College bid me farewell after I worked for the college on their IT setup and as an IT tutor:

Interestingly, from 2000 through graduation in 2001 (with Information Systems,) and until that point, I had been researching and writing about spiritual, esoteric and religious concepts at home (including Kundalini) out of my own volition.

Choosing to study law as a second degree was my attempt at decompartmentalizing my mind: and it failed.

So a few weeks later in March, I headed north from Melbourne and made Port Macquarie by about 10pm. The following day I kept driving as planned, eventually through Burleigh Heads where Yumi Stynes from Channel V was walking around asking people about their experiences with G-spots. I declined to answer and the guys in front of me straight out ignored her.

I made Surfers Paradise in good time and in the back of my mind I was thinking “what am I doing?” and I realised I was on holiday – some type of working holiday quest – and it felt great. I would never go back to the old way of planning my life in a cold, deliberate fashion – and I don’t think I could if I tried. It’s about holydays, not holidays.

Moreover, there was an IT recession at the time and work and investors (for GrooveTip) were hard for me to find. I was actually planning to live in Surfers, but like with my trip to South Australia – I just couldn’t get comfortable so pretty soon I headed back to Melbourne through Newcastle and Canberra.

However, when I passed through Byron Bay, the most amazing thing happened as I was almost asleep – a voice from deep within me cut through my awareness and said “GO TO ISRAEL” !!!

People back in Melbourne were surprised to see me and it felt awkward, but at least I had a way forward: to keep decompartmentalizing my mind… in Israel!

And in a more academic sense if:

In the classical literature of Kashmir Shaivism kundalini is described in three different manifestations. The first of these is as the universal energy or para-kundalini. The second of these is as the energizing function of the body-mind complex or prana-kundalini. The third of these is as consciousness or shakti-kundalini which simultaneously subsumes and intermediates between these two. Ultimately these three forms are the same but understanding these three different forms will help to understand the different manifestations of kundalini. ~ Kurt Keutzer 2002

… then perhaps I am (and was) just seeking to maximize Shakti?

I recorded a monologue in Jerusalem in early 2007 at Yeshiva Ohr Somayach detailing my life leading up to my arrival in Israel, that is, this exact story.


✓ 3 years ago