Kat, I've decided my shadowy speciality is non-mainstream gender identities and sexual orientations. Because, compared to your average Jamaican university student, my mind has got a lot of that stuff in it. My sister was feeling a bit nervous at the end of the stay about having my help, but I only marked the five about that topic, and steered clear about what I consider more typically anthropological subjects, since what do I know about the Kayapo, or culturally illicit income in East Africa, or agency vs structure? Well, actually, I have some opinions about agency vs structure, but I think they're informed by being very privileged, so I should just keep them to myself.
Every now and again I keep getting password reset emails for the gmail address ita.hackerfb. Its alternate backup address is itaitaita, and I have the account ita.ita.ita, so I get them. Which is a big d'oh on the part of this oh-so-crafty hacker person.
Sadly, for my overly curious self, they don't actually have any emails in that address. Just a history of web searches, all of which have to do with...tada...hacking facebook.
But now I've coopted the email address and changed their security question, so they can't have it back. So there.
Yeah, I'm petty, but they're stupid.
Yeah, I'm petty, but they're stupid.
Also? They're remarkably easily hacked.
I kind of love ita ! right now. But there is no point at which I didn't.
Ok, people. My workshop roommate has just - I can't even. Email venting that ... oi. I had such a different experience than she did. And I spent a lot of time trying to help her. And I need to stop helping her now. Because I am about two replies from becoming the target of her frustration.
Sox, step away from the Other People's Drama. It'll just get you all stinky and gooey.
Sox, was that the workshop with my friend from Dallas?
That's disturbing, David. Is there an ongoing investigation?
I don't know, but I don't think so. They had the body. Certainly he would've been the prime suspect if they suspected anything. This happened back in May.
It's also weird because her daughter, who was a young adult, just graduated from college, had moved back in with her mother and this guy.
Gabby related some of his notions which included a hierarchy that had God at the top, man second, then two or three other categories (I don't know what. Llamas? Real Estate Agencies?), and then women somewhere down in the middle. Creepy.
The service was strange too because none of her family was there and it was mostly filled by people from his pentecostal church. (She was an Hispanic-American Catholic, so not her church.)
But surely an autopsy would've turned up something like her being roofied or drugged. And you'd think she'd have the usually bruises and broken fingernails of somebody fighting for her life.
My guess is that he had a friend with him to help, and they forced her down under the water with a large cushion so she would've be bruised.
It's very disturbing. I am certain in my bones that her death wasn't an accident.
Sox, was that the workshop with my friend from Dallas?
He went last year - and yes.
Sox, step away from the Other People's Drama. It'll just get you all stinky and gooey.
I am trying. This is a heinous mess.
ETA - Cashmere's friend from Dallas is made of awesome, btw.
Here's her obit.
That's a really old picture from the 80s.
His church was affiliated as part of the Assemblies of God megachurch.
This morning Perkins snorkeled while I sunbathed and read, and then we went to a rum tasting and had mahi mahi banh mi for lunch. Autocorrect wanted that to be banjos.
