Adam is staying with a jewish psychologist and interior designer in Lynne's nice neighborhood for his homestay. They had dinner on their varanda last night. Adam's room has the same oversized white chair that Megan's apartment has. He invited Lindsay and I to Shul and friday night dinner. It was comfortable and pleasant and raised a lot of questions that I expressed in a letter to Meg:

"Capetown is beautiful. No matter where you are in the city, you have a view of Table Mountain, which is definitely a natural wonder of the world. The history here is so recent and it makes me cry when I realize that the oppression countered by civil rights is so relevant and applicable everywhere in the world. Whether it is because of caste, wealth, occupation, education, age, race, nationality, or religion, it is hard to find a discrimination free place. It was evident in the conversation I had with the kind and generous upper-class family that had me for dinner last night. They talked about the unfairness of reverse racism and colored gangs in the townships. The families who hosted us in the townships lost their homes and children in a struggle for the right to even walk on the same sidewalk as whites. At the same time, our Muslim host families have always been discriminated against (our ride home from dinner commented on the shadiness of the neighborhood.) and now lack the benefits blacks receive.
Why these attitudes and their inconsiderate manifestations? I find that group mentality is always traced back to individual actions, which are simultaneously influenced by society...so, where does the responsibility lie? The government? the media? the individual? Maybe a complicated amalgam of all of the above. Maybe that's just the reality of culture and nature and to battle it is hopeless. At the same time, culture is always fluid and dynamic and changing over time, right? So why not change for the better? Maybe I'm surrounded by struggling optimists...And on a selfish note, how do these questions relate to what my thesis is supposed to be about? Maybe the wind has pointed it in a new direction...maybe not."

Tonight is live drumming. Last night, Gianna and co. got home at 5am. I vicarously lived through her recount in the morning, and can still function today. I bought a cheap camera and film so that I don't have to worry about getting it stolen. Rashida's bro is having a baby.
To party in S.Africa is to Joly.