In this picture, if you look hard, you'll see it's not actually me--but the grin, the glasses, the all-consuming dorkiness, well that's close enough. And in any case it will be me tomorrow. I'm headed to the Dead Sea, where I hope to experience heat, salt, mud, and redemption. I'd also like to find myself, and God, in that order, since I failed to do so in Jerusalem. I did find women walking backwards, furry-hatted Jews from Chagall paintings, glistening white rock, boomerang-shaped bagels, AK-47's, but no spiritual awakening. I know, so frigid.
I feel that Robin really ought to be be with me in the Dead Sea, because along with an undying love for Tasti-Delight and Gumby-like flexibility, she is also semi-famous--sort of like Paris Hilton in the late 90s--for kind of completely adoring salt. I hope I'm not revealing too much, R...
So: I'm off to the dead, salty and ancient...not so different from dating in New York.