The title of my blog is, after all, "Ode to a Jammie". Well Jammie, now I loathe thee more than ever. Today I schlepped my lovely bag of health food up the equivalent of 6 flights of stairs in 27 degrees (mid-80s) to get to the upper Jammie stop. As I get to the top I see a shuttle that says "Liesbeek Gardens". I think "hallelujah". I'm hot and I'm tired and I have a headache; life couldn't be better. I get on and take a seat..... the bus goes to FORREST HILL. I hate Forrest Hill. Every damn shuttle goes to Forrest Hill and none of them go to my res. EVERYONE gets off at Forrest Hill. Everyone except for me. Apparently the sign on the front of the bus said Liesbeek, but the sign on the side said Forrest Hill. It gets worse. The guy takes me back to lower campus and we pass a Liesbeek shuttle that is leaving. The nice driver asks the other one to stop and let me on, and as I go to hop on he drives away becasue the COPS are behind him trying to get them to move. The Jammie drives away. Then I wait another 15 minutes for a Liesbeek shuttle amongst all the drunk people getting ready for the Springbock rugby finals tomorrow. I know...my life is so hard. It's a love-hate struggle for me and the Jammie. I depend on it, but it's not always good to me...
Speaking of rugby... TOMORROW = EPIC HISTORY. The Rugby FINALS. England vs. South Africa. Colonizer vs. Former Colony. This is important. I don't know anything about rugby except that it's violent, but I am going to the pub tomorrow and rooting for South Africa to cut England. We need this. This is UBUNTU (unity-- i am you and you are me--it's a complicated concept)! I've been told that last time when they won in 1995, people stormed Main Road and they had to shut it down for the night. I'm going to be there! I'm going to storm Main Road if we win! Oh I cannot wait.
On a more practical note, I had an epiphany this week. There is this wonderful gift shop in the National Gallery. This woman who sells baskets, jewelry, cards, etc all made by community projects all over Southern Africa. Here's my plan: buy from community art projects which directly benefit the artists (often women) who really deserve and need the money and sell them at home and at the 5Cs, and give the proceeds to charities in Africa!!! Bomb plan, right?! I've found my calling. I'll sell at the Scripps craft fair and at the WU maybe? Get ready people!
That's about it. I have a lot of work over the next two weeks. UCT is not joke man. It's hectic, as they would say. I just want to be done and rent a car! I can taste the freedom!
Also, everyone wish my mom a Happy 50th Birthday on Saturday. Her email is dianneloeb@hotmail.com Thanks!
Love, Katy
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