To study the Yanamamo Tribe, “The Man Called Bee” (shown in video) adapted the clothing of his hosts. He conspicuously brandished his chosen weapon in a formal greeting. To gain the trust of the indigenous, he surrendered his soul to a potent ceremonial hallucinogen.
We watched him in Cultural Anthropology 101.
As I study the tribe at our remote community college, I’ve followed Bee’s example. Clothing: cheap relaxed-fit jeans, fleeces, thick-soled boots or sneakers. For my weapon: I brandish an iPhone 4 as is the custom here. The ceremonial drug arrived unexpectedly with my rental textbooks: two promotional-sized cans of Red Bull. We danced and brayed.
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