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As someone who claims to have officially studied History and Political Science at a reputable University, I tend to shy away from making overly simple generalizations about what are often complicated and diverse groups of people. That being said, every single Moroccan, without exception, likes the following songs: Titanic theme song, Hotel California, and anything by Bryan Adams. The fact that these songs are the representatives of American culture over here raises a few questions. First, considering that both Bryan Adams and Celine Dion are Canadian, do they fail to see the any large difference between the two countries? The answer was pretty easy to come by as one older kid offered the following, "If I could pick any country to live in it would be Canada because it is just as developed as the US without being as violent." I'm sure Smilo has some thoughts on the matter.

A general update on the ping-pong scenario- I no longer suck as much. I actually beat a few kids the other day and only consistently lose to the one or two kids that are really fucking good.

Last Sunday we had a pre-Thanksgiving meal for which I made some pimp ass apple pie. While having it today would be ideal, all PCVs are banned from travelling this week due to the upcoming Muslim holiday of 3id Kbir or Big Feast. This holiday is in commemoration of that time that Abraham was willing to kill his own son but killed a sheep instead after God was all like "Whoa you were, like, really gonna do that!" So how is such a day celebrated? That's right, on Saturday at precisely 10 a.m. every single Muslim family in Morocco will slaughter a sheep (or goat depending on the availability of funds) and proceed to feast on every single part of it for the next few weeks. Details regarding my future meals will follow.

The other day, the director of the place where I "work" pulled me over to explain something to him. He had bought some strange electronic product at the market and wanted to know what it was. Already this was a ridiculous scenario. Despite constantly complaining over lack of funds, he had bought something, something electronic and thus presumably somewhat expensive, without having even the least bit of an understanding as to what it did. As it turns out, he had purchased an old beeper whose functions had been reduced to off, vibrate and display a 5, and alarm tone while displaying a 0. After assuring him that the FCC number and the words "Made in Korea" were not actually English-language instructions on how to use the thing, he shrugged off his mistake and simply threw the beast into a drawer.