Since I am in Israel, I have a hard time remembering people’s name. At first it was because I was hearing those forenames for the first time but now, it is mostly because they kind of all sound the same to me. When I express this opinion to Israelis, they don’t really understand and although I claimed that it is possible to link an incredible number of first names to each other by changing a single letter at a time, they didn’t believe me. baby-names

So I tried to demonstrate my point. I must confess I went a little bit nerdy on this one… But if you consider that graph theory is one of my favorite topic lately, you shouldn’t be that surprised. Anyway, I have been able to establish a link between the names Yariv and Dalit in 26 steps!

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Here is how to read the graph: start from ‘Or’, then follow one of the lines that lead to a slightly different name, with the letter added (e.g. Mor) or changed (e.g. Oz) in red. This way you can join any name on the graph to any other one and if you feel like it, you can even calculate its Levenshtein distance (thank you Michael F. for the suggestion) and see how related two names are.

N.B: Before you start telling me that I cheated and there are more than one mutation each time, remember that in Hebrew, vowels don’t really count as letter- there are not even written generally – so can be easily changed for an other one. Also, since there is one letter for the sound ‘sh’, it doesn’t count as two.

If your name is missing from the graph and you think you see how it could connect, let me know, I will be happy to add it!

Post 50.

Lists are your favourite type of article so for the fiftieth post, here are two:

Why I will never really be an Israeli:

  1. I didn’t grow up here.
  2. I will never lose my accent.
  3. I (hopefully) will never lose the French touch in my style.
  4. I didn’t go to the army.
  5. I didn’t go to the mandatory post-army trip to India or South America.
  6. I am not talking about leaving this country all the time.
  7. I don’t shout at people (most of the time at least).
  8. On my ID, it says my origin is the airport.
  9. I cannot eat a crude onion or bite a piece of garlic.
  10. I was not raised by an Israeli mother (and that makes a HUGE difference).newgirsl30

Why I will never really be not-Israeli anymore:

  1. I can’t imagine wearing heels on a daily basis.
  2. I can’t stand French tourists.
  3. I learnt to tell someone that I was first in the line and proceed like they don’t exist.
  4. I negotiate all the time and became pretty good at this.
  5. I never leave the house before the time of the meeting anymore.
  6. I would probably die of sun deficiency if I had more than a month per year without it.
  7. I kind of consider flip-flop as actual shoes.
  8. I am PTSDed from war.
  9. More than half-an-hour far is too far.
  10. I love it here and would miss it anywhere else.