What Now?

So the winds are turning cold, birds are flying south, and Beit Canada is filling with new immigrants. It's about time for me to move on. Actually, I may not have a choice soon--I just got a notice from the absorption center that if I don't, they will kick me out. I'm quaking in my sandals.

I finish my JPost internship on Thursday, which means I'm essentially done now but am still hanging out in the office, waiting for the Jordanian Ministry of Antiquities to call me back, which really means looking busy while taking advantage of free internet. I've been spectacularly unmotivated this week; I've only gotten one mediocre story out, and even that should have gone out Friday, except that I was spectacularly hung-over (secondary consequence of a week spent dealing with the Israeli government). Oh, and it being the weekend, no one would return my calls.

If you're interested, the last few stories I've written that I'm at all proud of are here, here, here, and here, with that last being another Daily Texan editorial.

So I finish the internship Thursday, and then God knows what I'll do the next three weeks. I'm thinking a hiking trip in the Golan, maybe chilling in Tel Aviv, traveling across the West Bank by camel, whatever. Something like that. Basically, I have no idea what to do with myself, which, at the moment, feels very nice.

So I'm calling on the three people who read this blog--you know who you are--to tell me what to do with myself for the next three weeks, 'go fuck' being an acceptable but kind of juvenile answer. Come on, it'll be fun. Like a contest. With the added benefit of horrible guilt if I take your advice and it kills me.