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- (Reading Light) Reading Light , also known as Tel Kudadi Light, Hayarkon Light and Tel Aviv Light, is an inactive lighthouse in Tel Aviv, Israel. It is located near the beach on the north side of the Yarkon River Estuary, on the foot of the Tel Aviv south breakwater.
- (of a jump or a start in a running race) Performed from rest or an upright position, without a run-up or the use of starting blocks
- social or financial or professional status or reputation; "of equal standing"; "a member in good standing"
- Remaining in force or use; permanent
- an ordered listing of scores or results showing the relative positions of competitors (individuals or teams) in a sporting event
- standing(a): having a supporting base; "a standing lamp"
- (of water) Stagnant or still
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- a structure consisting of a room or set of rooms at a single position along a vertical scale; "what level is the office on?"
- A level area or space used or designed for a particular activity
- The lower surface of a room, on which one may walk
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We were watching the fireworks on TV. Sam, me, her family, her cousins--all of us were cramped into Jun and Wayver’s apartment in Prince Edward. It was the first time that summer that everyone was there. Even Aunt Miriam, who I was scared to talk to because she always saw right through us.
I sat next to you on the sofa with Bibi sprawled across your lap. He had been scrambling around the apartment all afternoon and now he was tired. His tiny body raised and lifted under your hand.
Franny said we could have watched the fireworks from her office building in Tsim Sha Tsui. A few of her coworkers were there and had asked her to join them.
“What? Why didn’t you tell us? I wish you hadn’t told us now,” I said.
“I didn’t know you were into fireworks! I’m sorry!” she said.
We would have been on eye level with the explosions happening over Victoria Harbor.
From the mahjong table by the window, Jun picked up the remote and turned up the volume up. The sub-woofer shook the walls and the pops and crackles traveled across the speakers mounted in the corners of the living room. Jun had put thousands of dollars into it and was proud of what it was producing for us. Each component had its own special use. One for CDs, one of records, one for movies, the one for fireworks.
“In the winter, when it’s raining all day and cold, I come home, sit on the sofa, right here,” he patted the cushion that was directly in line between the two large front speakers, “And close my eyes. It makes you feel warm, like the the singer’s in the room with you.” He blew the smoke out from his cigarette and grinned.
Wayver responding by saying he already spent too much on that “whole mess” underneath the TV. Now that the baby was on the way, they were thinking of selling most of the equipment.
I closed my eyes; we could have all been there too. The aftershocks sounded like the smack of the pillows Sam threw at me in the morning.
“It’s just like the 4th of July,” I said.
“I know. But those were little fireworks,” Sam said.
“Sorry. Most Americans light little fireworks like that.”
“No, I like those. They were pretty. We don’t have those kinds of little fireworks here.”
“They let you light fireworks on the street?” Franny asked.
“Yeah they do. Most of the time, we just do that in front of our house. Only on the 4th of July though,” I said.
The players at the mahjong table had been going at it all day. When we arrived early that morning, Franny and her fiance, Ivan, were still sleeping in their blankets, spread out on the smooth tile floor. The men--Ivan, Jun, Uncle Chen, and Sam’s father played mahjong--as soon as the women left for the salon.
I stayed at the apartment and read the South China Morning Post, got online to read about the boxing match I missed out on the night before and other news from California. I didn’t play and with Sam gone, I was left to myself.
Forest fires were the headline and the Sierras were burning up a few hours away from my home. None of it mattered. This was the second month that I was here and the idea that I had a home in California began to feel more and more strange.
The staccato taps of the mahjong tiles cut through the fireworks show. Once in a while, Jun would look over at us, exhale from a cigarette and smile. He smoked Lucky Strikes just like Sam’s father and it felt as if his only smiles were from under plumes of smoke.
He paid half-attention to the fireworks while shuffling the tiles around.
We left Jun’s place when the event was over. It was eleven or ten by then. I forget. Sam’s father led us through Prince Edward, past the the 7-Eleven’s, the Circle-K’s, the buildings with the neon lights hanging over the windows, past a demolished building, to a small restaurant on a quiet street. Local family style food--black beans and bitter-melon, winter-melon soup with lotus roots, braised pork.
We didn’t talk much and ate while the Four Heavenly kings performed together on the TV in the corner.“It’s a special day for my parents,” Sam said as we were leaving the place.
Later, she would try to correct herself by telling me, “No, it’s a special day for Hong Kong”, but I am certain she said what she said.
It was raining outside. The kind of rain with thick drops that left ripples all over the sidewalk that you could almost hear. We stood under the construction awning in front of the restaurant and called for a cab. The four of us stood there and watched the rain. Besides typhoon days, it was the hardest it had ever rained that July. Puddles were cresting over the curb.
When the cab arrived, it drove slow and parked on the street so that we did not have to step through the water to get inside.
Sam’s father popped upon an umbrella and held it over his wife. He then glanced at me. I opened my umbrella for Sam and led her to the open cab door. She was half in when a gust of wind came underneath my umbrella and pushed it inside out.
I struggled to fix it. Sam sighed.
She was always fix
Last night I finished reading a book.
After reading a book I always feel empty but satisfied. Or maybe I feel full and unsatisfied.
...It's hard to explain.
I want to tell you about my day. And I kind of want you to read this.
Today I went to Meijer to mail a package. The library was closed.
I got into my car and drove. I fell into this thought, struggling to concentrate on the road in front of me. I saw flashing lights and heard sirens. Someone got in an accident. There was glass, shining on the dark pavement. It was everywhere. I drove a different way to get to my destination faster.
What do we do about accidents? We try to avoid them.
We are careful and cautious. Always following the rules to avoid disaster. But the thing is sometimes we can not control the situation. No matter how careful or cautious we are, even if we know the rule and follow them. Sometimes we make mistakes. We fall. We shatter.
And we have no control. We fail.
I was looking for a parking spot. And I saw a couple chasing each other. Hugging and laughing once they got to the door they were holding each other. My heart froze and I thought.
I don't have that.
I got a parking spot and I walked toward the door. This feeling came over me. As if no person or thing could step on me or hurt me. It was as if I was no longer the dirt on the ground or a pebble beneath a shoe. I felt as though I had become something beautiful. A star in the dark sky or a intricately, vulnerable flower. Like I stopped existing and started living.
Standing in line to mail my package I started thinking. (Thinking, it seems to be the only thing that I do) It is something that happens and when that moment comes. It's a moment when reality freezes and I only exist in that single second, that one thought. I am consumed by this unbearable inspiration. When this happens sometimes I wonder what people think when they see me. I wonder if they think I look peaceful as I stand still, motionless as if I am no longer here.
I leave reality.
I walked around the store very aware of everything around me. The boy who kept on looking at me and my keys clipped to my jeans. I heard the sound of my keys hitting each other, sounding like bells. The sound of a woman heels hitting the floor. Everything was so apparent to me.
We are friends. Most likely we are friends. And I can be completely honest when I say... You don't know me. Very few of you know me at all. And I don't know you. (I'm glad we are good enough friends for me to say that, though friends typically wouldn't say such a thing) We share intimate secrets blanketed in words and photos that we fear telling the rest of the world. Which is why we are connected.
And what I want to tell you is very important.
It is very, very important to remember as you live your life.
And I want to share it with you because I'm in the midst of discovery.
So I need you to listen and read very, very carefully so you understand the exact point I need you to receive and understand.
Carry this with you and never forget. Ever.
You are undefinable. The place you live, your job, your past, your future, an issue, imperfection, the way you look, the way you talk, the way you are, none of those things define you.
Because you cannot be defined. There is no people dictionary that has your name and a short definition of who you are.
Nothing can define you. Okay? NOTHING can define you.
You can do anything you want to do.
You can be anything you want to be.
You can achieve any and all of your dreams.
And most of all.
You can conquer any struggle or imperfection.
Because no person or thing can define you.
You just have to realize that and it will set you free.
I hope some of this makes sense. I'm really struggling with placing any of these thoughts and feelings into words.
You are a treasure.
Undefinable and beautiful.
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The most versatile light in a new high-tech finish that's easy to grip and perfectly complements all your digital tools. Ideal for e-Readers, laptop computers, PDAs and keyboards. This flexible reading light has a fully articulated neck that can be aimed wherever you need light. The two bright LEDs cast a broad, even pool of light that's easy to aim, and the neck holds them just where you want. Perfect for stylish reading in bed, travel, study, and of course digital books and e-readers. Two sets of batteries included.
The LightWedge Flex Neck Reading Light has a fully articulated neck so you can point light exactly where you need it. Its slim design and rubberized finish make this light easy to clip onto most surfaces. The light uses two LEDs and provides up to 30 hours of steady light. The head fits into the clip base to form a secure loop for easier storage. This model takes two CR2032 batteries (included).
Flex Neck Reading Light
At a Glance:
Provides 30 hours of bright, steady light
Flexible metal gooseneck lets you aim light where you need it
Slim clip easily attaches to books, e-readers, maps, and more
Head fits into base for storage or travel
Comes with two CR2032 batteries
Flexible metal gooseneck puts light where you need it. View larger.
Two LEDs Provide 30 Hours of Steady Light
The Flex Neck Reading Light provides 30 hours of bright light. It has a fully articulated neck that you can aim in any direction. Its two bright LEDs cast a broad, even pool of light, and the flexible neck holds the head in position. The light takes two CR2032 batteries (included).
Versatile, Portable Design
The slim clip design makes this light useful for books, e-readers, laptop computers, PDAs, and just about any other surface. Its rubberized finish is easy to hold and offers better grip when clipped onto a surface. For added convenience, the head fits into the clip to form a compact loop for storage or travel.
LightWedge, LLC designs, manufactures, and markets innovative reading accessories including lights, magnifiers and e-reader accessories. Its products blend leading technologies and cutting-edge styles to make reading easier and more enjoyable.
What's in the Box
Reading light and two CR2032 batteries.
Versatile clip easily attaches
to a variety of objects.
Head fits into the clip to form a
compact loop for storage or travel.
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