Topic: Today
This site has bounced up and down. When i’m able to write daily, i’ve gotten a large number of viewers, but as i’m away, the numbers once again drop to just a few regulars, which i still appreciate. Anyways…here’s just a normal post that i’m not looking to be thought-provoking, as i still like to use xanga just to share things at random.
Woke up this morning at 4am in the staff lounge after falling asleep watching “The Rock.” Today was my day off, and last night I decided not to stay overnight at a hotel with a group of staff, because I couldn’t justify spending money on a hotel room when I could stay here for free, even though I have done that on other days off. I just decided that I need to restrain myself at times from wasteful spending. Today, some people were going into the nearest city of Binghamton, and it again took a lot of restraint for me to decide to just stay here at camp, and not spend any unecessary money, when I could get food for free here.
As it turned out, not spending money resulted in me still having an amazing day. With a mixed group of people, Joe from Wales, (Dr.) Phil from Sweden, Naor from Israel, Naama from Israel, and Sarah from England, we set off for a hike for the afternoon. The storm clouds fortunately passed, and we began hiking not far from camp, but into areas that in my previous 6 years as a camper and a counselor here, I had never ventured into. We went through corn fields, ran naked through fields of tall grass (that was a good laugh) hopped through barbed wire fences and through private farms, built a small camp fire, cooked dough on sticks and added delicious Nutella (a chocolate sauce for those of you who haven’t tried its deliciousness), and then we created our own hike back, balancing ourselves across fallen trees, slipping on our faces, taking bites out of sour apples from trees, making seagul sounds from blowing through grass held between our thumbs. At one point, we walked for about 5min. in complete silence, before anyone realized it. “It’s so quiet,” said Joe. “It was!” I yelled back, and we both started laughing.
We came back and lay in the sun by the lake for a while, before catching a quick bite of chili at the dining hall. We went down to the Cow Palace, the ice cream shop down the road. I was completely stuffed, but couldn’t resist buying an oreo ice cream shake, and figured it would be easier to consume than ice cream (drinking, versus using a spoon).
My day off is nearly over. Today will be our last Friday at camp. I love Friday’s at camp. We get our laundry back, and it’s always exciting to see how much clothing actually comes back, as well as to see whether or not my stuff comes back cleaner or dirtier than when it left. It’s also one of my favorite days because, being a Jewish camp, we celebrate Shabbat. I’m not a religious person, but Shabbat is a tradition I only celebrate when I am at a camp, and it’s a tradition that even my non-Jewish and foreign friends at camp all love. We dress up a little nicer, have nicer food at dinner, the counselors dish out all the food which makes me feel like a father, then we conclude the meal with about 20minutes of all out singing and dancing, which is a site you’ll never see outside of camp. After that we have 45min. or so of Israeli dancing which is always good for a laugh. Then we generally relax, the staff gets together for some food, or goes to the staff lounge, which has started to suck a bit because most people just gather around the tv and you miss out on the opportunity to just sit and chat.
On a side note, I really enjoyed the 2hr. block of tv I watched last night on HBO. Starting with the Ali G show, which I find to be hilarious, then Def Comedy Jam, which is just a line-up of people getting up in front of an audience and just speaking, some of it doesn’t even sound like poetry, but everything has its own rhythm to it, and many of the poets have an amazing passion and strong opinions about society. My South African friends were pretty impressed by the show, as well as the Bill Maher show, which shows off some intense social debates. These are the things that remind me that America is a pretty sweet place to live in. Anyways…the poetry thing had a real underground feel to it, and, after speaking with my Israeli friend Alon, who writes for a magazine in Israel called the “Left Bank,” a left-wing magazine, I’ve really become thirsty to meet more people who are part of the underground culture of America. The poets, the writers, the free-thinkers, the fun-seekers, the adventure-seekers, the trouble-makers.
Anyways…it’s 12:27, have to sign in before 12:30. Tom. is Friday!!! And Sat. night is Campstock, where I will be singing Blind Melon’s, “No Rain,” in front of camp, my singing debut. Then, most likely, Sat. night will begin Color War, 3 days of intense fun, hard work, and laughs, as the camp gets split into 2 teams, red and blue, and goes all out competing in all sorts of activities. Another camp thing that can’t be experienced through writing, only experience.
g’night
-dan