Jonathan Donahaye


About me

I am 71 years old, married, with one wife, two children, and five grand children. I am an Israeli citizen since 1961.

Tel: 972-3-5040826
Mobile: 972-522-897999

All the world's a stage (with appologies to Bill)

All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts;
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in his nurse's arms;
Then the whining schoolboy with satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.


INFANT: This is me and my bruver as we once was about 60 years ago. Weren't we cute? As far as looks go you won't see anything better on this page. By the way the doll in my hands was filled with sawdust and tasted terrible. Since then it has been downhill all the way. Talk about the rakes progress!!


STUDENT: I seem to have missed out the schoolboy with shining morning face but this is me as a scholar trying to keep shining with my cut-throat razor. The place is Colonsay, "Inner Hebrides" where we were supposed to be doing a grey seal count during college vacation (more like a pub crawl as my blurred memory recalls).


THE LOVER: This was my first attempt at sexual harrasment, but as you can see, I got the cold shoulder. The fountain background looks pretty romantic (somewhere in Italy I think) but all I got was a metallic stare for my pains. Clearly this hugging technique needs improvements.


Lets skip the interim. SOLDIER yes, a little, JUDGE no. Now I'm retired (whoopee) and so I guess I'm in the sixth age. My eyes are still good though I do need some dental care. Married for 40 years and with grandchildren.

I do seem to like hugging other people. In this case the old man has a wasp's nest on his head and this gives away my profession. I'm an entomologist. However one of my hobbies is bird watching and also I did have a craze for parrot breeding - see the shirt!

me eating

FOOD: Grub-up. I do like my food. For forty years I was as thin as a rake and then my physiology began to change and my paunch emerged victorious. This was in India last year. Note the banana leaf plates. Of course I should have been using my right hand, but I'm left handed. (This is my round belly and beard of formal cut).

me in the pillory

PILLORY: I've judged and been judged, and I've done my time, meaning 40 years of work. And now I'm retired and free as a bird. However, its a problem winding down and getting into relaxed mode, but I hope to get my act together in this penultimate age of man.

me painting

THE SIXTH AGE: For the last few years its been pens, and especially Conway Stewarts. I have a large collection, due in no small part to my brother Daniel who is a sniffer-dog, I mean a ferret. Well actually he's a Yabby (= Australian crayfish very adept at stalking its prey). Please forgive the terms - you know what I mean. If there's a Conway Stewart pen in town he will dig it out as if it were a truffle.

THE SEVENTH AGE I think my next project will be temple painting, but I am also into my first hobby and am at present compiling a check-list of Israeli insects together with lots of pictures.

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