One thing I noticed about Tel Aviv in the past few days is that even though it is the biggest city in Israel, it has the same vibe as a place like Evanston, Illinois. By that I mean that there is a very short list of places people go out to.

Since I am still new to the city, I let other people decide on locations so I can see what there is to do here. On Thursday I went out to a dance club called Lima Lima in the southern part of the city. It was a good time. Then on Friday I went out with another group of people...and wound up at Lima Lima. This Wednesday there is a birthday party there as well. I am thinking of just going there for the other nights this week to see how many nights out of seven I can show up there. Maybe I'll even get a discount. Tonight's a Russian party there.

In other news, I made guava jam a few days ago. I am going through it like water, it is so good. This is how you make it: Take two kilos (4.4 lbs) of guavas, peel them, and cut them into small pieces. Then boil the pieces until they are soft, and push them through a sieve. Measure out the goop that comes out and for each cup of guava pulp, use just under a cup of sugar. Boil this until when you put a blob on a plate, it isn't runny.

Finally, I had some more sightings of Israelis in kefiyyas. There is an anarchist cafe, Salon Mazal, tucked into a side street off King George in downtown Tel Aviv. I went there on a Friday afternoon. Ironically, the store was celebrating a day of no consumerism (funny since they are inherently supposed to sell you stuff). There was free vegan food that smelled of burned grains and lots of of people were silkscreening t-shirts. Upstairs was a free market of clothing and CD singles. I could have taken this chance to get some sweaters, since I wear the same three shirts 90 percent of the time, but I passed it up to take photos.