Nir Yaniv

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Poison River Station, day 1012

What can I say? I've been doomed. I knew, for a long time, that it was coming, but could not avoid it. And now it is here – a fact, a constant, a statement, a whole new field of dangerous concepts, especially to a delicate and fragile person such as myself. I have bought a …

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Poison River Station, day 1001

And so I find myself, after a long period of writelessness, again with a bit of time on my hands, a time which I've decided to dedicate to writing some of the comings and goings of and around myself. What shall I write about, then? I've no idea. Well, the Pita project suffers from the …

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Poison River Station, day 704

Had a birthday several days ago. Am quite happy with what I got: a beautiful pocket-watch from Keren (now I've to learn how to read a non-digital watch), some money and a blender from my parents. This is the first time in my life that I get any present which has even the slightest connection …

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Poison River Station, day 702

Again – so much is happening, so little time to write about it… * The Universe In A Pita album was completed, at last. About 25 CDs were sold at ICon2001, The Fifth Israeli SF&F Convention. One CD was stolen… * The ICon2001 opening event was hosted by Gidi Gov, to whom I finally managed …

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Poison River Station, day 666

It has been, I admit, a rather long time since I last wrote here. That doesn't mean that nothing happens in the station – far from it. * Keren stuffs me with good food. This comes as a total shock to my system, which is used to rather bad food. It's a big effort, but …

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Poison River Station, day 624

Music. A Girl. Friends. Beach. I need nothing more in the whole world. Just returned from Eilat, having performed there with the Funkapella. Descriptions of happiness are always boring, so I won't. I'm just happy, and have been that way continuously since getting on the bus on the way to Eilat. Music. A Girl. Friends. …

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Poison River Station, day 612

Today saw the last recording session of the Pita Morgana band. Yaron is returning to Boston next week (we'll have one more drums-only recording session before that), and that would be that. During the last several days I've had almost no sleep, trying to quickly write enough songs so that the Pita album will contain …

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Poison River Station, day 602

Boy meets girl. Boy does this or other thing with girl. Boy gets abandoned by girl. Boy proceeds to write tons of funny music. Boy does rehearsals all day. Boy meets another girl. Boy is thanking the lord for the air conditioning. Boy dreams of a new refrigirator. The subject of the fridge is a …

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Poison River Station, day 544

Conclusions: 1. Never trust the Funkapella gang. I go and get the best possible air conditioner, 2.5 horsepower, auto-adjustment, remote-control, beautiful as a new-born electric bass, and they complain that the room's too COLD! Go figure… 2. Never trust the Pita Morgana gang. I go and get… oh, you know what I mean. 3. Never …

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Poison River Station, day 532

AIR CONDITIONER GALORE! Two of'em, actually. At last! Of course, the installation, which was supposed to last three hours, ended after about seven and a half, thus putting the bucket on what was, potentially, at least, an honest working day. The Pita Project: Alas, H. was sent to the US for some reason, thus further …

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