Asaf Zamir – Chief Technology Officer and Cloud Consultant

For those of you who religiously follow my blog (and I know some of you do), you might've noticed it's been over a month (!) since my last update. The reason is quite simple: We moved to Dublin! Moving to a new country is quite time consuming. Luckily we're quite...

With two new Albums from my favorite bands in one month, (well, not calendar month, but whatever) I spent most of my weekly doings with 21 songs. 10 songs from The Strokes’ new album, Angles. 11 songs from the Foo Fighters new album, Wasting Light.

What if there are whole universes just in front of us, but we don't have the right senses to know it? Every invention that we ever made, our entire science is based on our senses, and what we learned of the world with them. But what if there's more? what...

Selective perfectionism is an oxymoron. It defies the actual definition of perfectionism. What kind of perfect is it if it's only partially perfect? A walk in the meadow takes it away. Only for it to come back later, twice as strong. A none planed life is a wasted life. A...

A yellow light has been blinking for the past 20 minutes. You ignore it, you know that you can make it. But while approaching to the end, the light turns red, you’re out. Relief Honestly, you feel relieved, the past 20 minutes have been the worst time of your life....

Spring The surge of life runs into me. Something I have never felt before. Young, passionate, unexplainable feeling of love. Like a Storm, you electrify my life. Drawn into a complete new world, while somehow still feeling at home. Fall A Storm rises, the likes of which I have never...

Back from another meaningless day at the office. You are tempted to just sit back and relax. After probably working the same job for over a year (2 years? 20?), nothing is new to you, hardly even need to use your brain in the mindless little dictatorship you call work....

The soft sounds of some sort of a mix with New-Age and Jazz soothes you so. Like a hot bath for your ears, you sink to the sounds, the harmony of the sax, playing as one with the keyboard, Melts your thoughts away. Making you float, like a bubble, Isolated...

A Man alone in space, Mistake, drifting away from his ship, from his home. Unable to come back, he remembers what he learned. As a young boy at high school, you have to push something to the other direction in order to get back to the ship. He reaches for...

You forgot who fired first. It seems that you are already caught up in it, and you have to fight, but why are you fighting ? You don’t remember anymore, wanting to hurt her as much as possible, regretting every bullet as soon as it leaves the barrel.