i realized that in my previous grandiose blog posts, i’ve failed to mention the everyday, mundane activities that take up most hours of my day. so here are the details that i’ve glazed over, and the things i’ll probably remember/miss the most.
waking up isn’t so much a chore as it is for my roommate. having freshened up, i hang a left out of the apartment, another left down levinski, a right onto har tsiyon to wait for the 51 Dan bus. there’s a corner store whose awning provides some shade to wait under. long gone are the days when mom & pop would wait at the bus stop with me; usually a few old men keep me company, sitting and drinking red tuborg, breathing slowly through a cigarette. i’m indifferent towards their presence.
my morning activities at the office consist of checking Assistly–the helpdesk software chosen to streamline and make our customer service process as efficient and manageable as possible. after responding to a somewhat large volume of confused customers, it’s usually about lunchtime. someone taps me on the shoulder, asks where we should go. my response is always hummus, though my stomach usually is saying no.
yotam is the person at onavo i converse with most frequently. i think this has something to do with our shared affinity for culture. whether he’s dropboxing me BBC documentaries, or i’m sending him a DM with an article, our interest in music, food, various intersections, design, brings us together.
after lunch, it’s always a cup of joe. at first i made quite a few cappuccinos, but lately i’ve switched to espresso only. with caffeine in hand, work resumes. dvir usually has some random task that supplements any support related issues–testing data use on different twitter clients or photo-sharing apps, aggregating all the operator-related issues, etc.. at about 6:30 or whenever dvir leaves, i put my headphones in (not the big Grado’s that friends from home are used to seeing, they broke finally broke–sad) and head for the bus stop.
sometimes the evening activities include exercise, with a run to the sea, or soccer in the field just south of our apartment. the former is independent, relaxing, and the latter is communal, exciting. a run is made beautiful by watching the sunset on the mediterranean, and a soccer match is made fun by playing with refugees from Africa. both activities have their merits.
and then the night begins, of which little needs to be said.


