What’s up everybody. Amnon decided he hadn’t had enough of me yet, so after the two day cool down period (or is it three day? Timezone stuff is really confusing. Like some people say that I lost 7 hours or whatever, but really those hours were just readjusted to a different part of the day. But then when I’m discussing how many days it’s been since something that happened in America, like the last time I wrote an icnextblog, do I use the 24 hour definition of a day? Or do I use the definition of the day where it’s been a day since the last time it was the time that it is? Same thing with years right? Since years can be different lengths, but we don’t really take years into account when we say things like “a year ago today.” Anyway.) So I think that Amnon wants me to talk about our meeting with Zeev Ben Schachar, which was interesting and something I will probably get to. However, let me start by giving a brief summary to catch our many readers up on what we’ve been up to since Eli’s revolutionary article. Once Amnon actually figured out how to use his own website and posted that, we got on the plane. The plane ride was ok, and the film Holmes and Watson left me entrenched in viewing it, with twist after riveting twist combined with comedic genius and emotional moments that inspired more tears than The Snap™ in Infinity War (Not even concerned about spoilers. I mean seriously, it’s been a year. Hell, it’s been like 2 months since Endgame came out, bout time you see that one too. You know what, screw it: Stark dies), all leading up to one of the most satisfying yet unexpected final acts in film history, save for Wreck it Ralph. Most of us slept for a bit, the food was bad, crying babies, praying jews, drastic temperature changes, yada yada yada. Ok, so then we landed and went through passport control, which was pretty easy. We went onto the bus, and were told we were going to our hotel. Here is a direct transcript of this conversation:
Amnon: Ok, we are going to be on the bus for 20 minutes and then we will be at the hotel, my name is Amnon
Me, internally: Cool; nice quick ride and then some food and then we can just chill for awhile
Me to Rylan, about 30 minutes later: I feel like it’s been more than 20 minutes
Rylan: No
Me: Ok. Well hopefully we will be there soon
This “20 minute drive” took about an hour, and this was never addressed by any of our authority figures, which frankly I resent more than Cubs fans who think their sports lives are so bad just because one of their teams didn’t win for awhile. I mean, seriously, Michael freaking Jordan played in your city for like 15 years. Chill. Also, there is literally another baseball team in your city. “Oh but west side vs. East side!”
Na.
Our minor league hockey team was called the Lake Erie Monsters for most of its existence, and we didn’t have a problem with it. The team did not play in the lake. There are no people who live in that lake. The actual Lake Erie Monster didn’t actually exist. But none of us are like “Cleveland and Lake Erie have a rivalry, I can’t root for those fish.” Welp, my blog is now almost 600 words, and I haven’t gotten to anything of substance yet. Zeev talked about biases and context and borders and he was a good speaker and his kid was named lion and honestly I found his whole presentation very interesting, but I want to catch the end of the Psych episode that Rylan and Max downloaded and are watching behind me right now, so I’m just going to hope that Becca wrote about that and turn in this masterpiece of a blog. Hearing people are comparing it to The Great Gatsby, and that Amnon is similar to Jay, but frankly I would compare him more to Myrtle. Or maybe that golfer girl who cheats that Nick gets set up with. I would also listen to arguments for Klipspringer. The Psych episode they’re watching is the one about aliens, and Shawn’s reveal is incredible. But really, what does James Roday do that isn’t incredible. Alright, I’m gonna go now. See ya.