Jonathan Field - Maker of Random Stuff

Andile is back in town for Easter holidays! After some more repair work at Enyanyeni I pick her up and we all meet at Raza’s for his home made chicken tikka. Damn it’s delicious, and we all chat with him as we eat with our hands. Afterwards he lets us into the kitchen to wash our hands — it’s not bad, but it wouldn’t pass inspection back home. I’m beginning to think that dirt must taste pretty good.

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It’s a simple day with two simple missions: find a cord to hook my iPod up to the car, and drop by the Enyanyeni school to fix up a couple more office PC’s. The iPod cord is just a two-ended headphone plug, but I’ve got no luck at the three places I drop by in the morning. I was hoping to have it for my drive out to the school, but time marches on and so I drive out tuneless.

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So my rental car has a broken CD player. And I just can’t put up with that. It’s not that I even spend all that much time in the car — you can drive from one end of Dundee to the other in less time than it takes to listen to “Spirit In The Sky” — but once in a while I do a bit of a drive and I miss my music.

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I’ve got no Red Vines, no Mr. Pibb, and no Chronic (…les of anything), but that’s not going to stop me from chilling out.

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So it seems that often when one volunteers to help, the specifics of the helping tend not to be so dramatic and glamorous. Like the Korean lady Grace that I met on the 22nd: she left behind a career in bioengineering to wash dishes and run bible study at a South African mission. The things that need doing are often fairly mundane. In that vein, I spend all day in my room fixing PCs.

Of course I’m not giving up a bioengineering career, but hey, it’s a sacrifice to give up my ten hours per day of pointless internet surfing back home!

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I’m going to let some of the less sensitive posts go public because… why not? Some posts will still be friends only, though. Generally the more interesting stuff.

If you want to read the private stuff, just sign up at LiveJournal and friend me.