Actually, no, it was worth it.
If anyone is in Cape Town ever, Reverie is worth it.
Lowkey dizziness from too much work and too little sleep for three nights in a row so what am I doing going for dinner alone at night to Observatory area instead of working ?
Also, it goes without saying, but seriously Xhosa people are so beautiful.
And I love the s.a. accents.
One overlooked benefit of being here and working so much is being blissfully unaware about what the US “president” has been up to.
I always forget how somehow freer you feel when you leave the country.
Only when talking to my German friend do I realize how we get so used to living in a constant state of low level anxiety, and don’t even notice it!
Oh, they all did ask me about it. And yes, as I expected, mentioning Zuma makes conversation immediately turn away from the faraway Orange One to the very real anxieties they have here. This country, despite its beauty, is even more f.cked up than ours, and what’s worse is that no one seems hopeful (except maybe getting rid of their own corrupt egomaniac in 2019).
Holy places are dark places. It is life and strength, not knowledge and words, that we get in them. Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood.
C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces (via floriental)
This is what Tumblr ads look like in this part of the world.
If anyone thinks U.S. race relations are complicated…
I also heard interesting perspective from the client’s sysadmin (who is “Malay”) who invited me to a cookout on Thursday!
Is it racist and terrible to say that I really like Xhosa names of some people at this client?
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