Journalism in the age of blogs is a funny thing.
I knew I need to write something on what was happening in Sderot for Pajamas Media, and started work on the usual thumbsucking analysis based on what I'd seen in the Israeli media - I doing any on-the-scene reporting, considering that the usual Kassam hour was first thing in the morning and it was already afternoon, and besides, I had carpools to run.
Then, by chance, I touched base with Lisa, who was just coming back from Sderot for her journalism job, and she said, "Oh, you know, Rinat was right there this morning and a Kassam fell right next to her. Thank god she's OK."
So I picked up the phone and spoke to Rinat, who relayed her harrowing story, gave me permission to use her photos and video, and there you have it, Sitting Ducks in Sderot.
The blogosphere really is quite a team of reporters....
Holy moly, Kassam rockets just hit a high school in Sderot as the poor kids were trying to take a "Bagrut" examination -- the all-important final matriculation tests at the end of high school.
This is ridiculous.
OK, I've decided once more to stop neglecting this poor little blog....hope it holds this time, and that, thanks to RSS feeds, there's someone out there listening.
Just returned from a fabulous week in New York, sans husband and kids, just me. As I've been telling everyone, I could have been sleeping on a park bench and I would have been happy. (I wasn't)
After I came back, I finally published a piece that I'd been working on for a while and made me feel very John Le Carre. Iran is one scary, crazy, and fascinating country and culture. Once you get involved in what is going on there, it tends to suck you in.
I don't even dream of even being able to go there someday, but it would sure be interesting.