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So last night, I went to a fetish party.

This is not something I normally do, but what the hell. A buddy of mine had offered to act as my mobile shield wall/native guide, and while you can accuse me of many, many things, lack of curiosity is not among them. The reasons I wanted to be an anthropologist were not all related to having seen Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom five hundred times.

And it was interesting. Not terribly well-populated, and admittedly there is only so much amusement I can derive from watching drunken frat boys electrocute various bits of their anatomy, but...interesting.  (Personally, electricity is of no erotic interest to me whatsoever--after that nerve conduction test a few years back, I can't even hear a bug zapper without twitching. Still, whatever floats your goat...) I suspect I am not enough of a voyeur to find such things really interesting, but like anything, it's probably more fun if you know more people.

This morning, I got up, entirely too early given how late I was out, and went to the flea market. Since my Fiestaware was the only survivor of my move, I took it as a sign and picked up an assortment, plus a couple of earthenware bowls that appealled to me.  And a duck decoy. I suspect I should resign myself to collecting duck decoys--I bought one a year or so back on a whim before I realized just how much I liked it, and have been keeping an idle eye out for them ever since. Mind you, this is not particularly a point in my life--living in a friend's house, everything I own in boxes, income severely curtailed--when I need to be buying duck decoys, but I run across them so rarely, and I have learned, like all collectors, to buy it when you see it, damnit.

So now my personal effects in my temporary base of operations consist of one suitcase of clothes, a radio, a stack of used books, a barong sculpture, a laptop and a duck decoy.  Because you gotta have the essentials, right?

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Yes, sadly anthropology is rather lacking in the whips and fedora's department. I am an archaeologist and I am still waiting for a situation where I can shout. " That belongs in a museum!" Don't think its ever gonna happen but I still hold out hope.

Oh, you're just not archaeologizing in the right places. Every couple of years I join an expedition where we are routinely surveying around 1000 year old pottery, alters, stone tools, and skeletons. The Indiana Jones Factor is extremely high.


If your'e an antropolgist at a fetish party, I guess there'll be lots of oppertunities to use a whip....

Have you ever considered shouthing " That belongs in a museum!" totally at random?
"look, we found a broken piece of pottery" "That belongs in a museum!" "oh, my bad, it was just a weirdly shpaed rock" "That belnogs in a museum!" "Uhmm, you sure?" "well, a geological museum, maybe..."

I suppose it's kinda dissapointing you haven't found an anchient temple with working traps yet...

an archaeology grad student says...

Just go looking at the antiquities auctions on ebay. Trust me, you'll find the moment.

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