  I want to rip my face off. I have a cold, sore throat, and i think that i may be always sick. Maybe I can get a bubble to live in. Dr. St. Lisa, the lovely Greek professor, has an uncertain future at the University. Much love and mojo goes out to her as she states her case as a lingering faculty member here. If Kurt and I had a reason to come out here, to the vast, stinking Maritimes, it was to get an extraordinary puppy, and to spend time with the good St. Lisa.
I have never seen a prof inspire such fervor and loyality among her students; and I'm one lucky wife of goober to have met her. I want to study Cultural Anthropology as a future career. It's a job made for the silly Robyns of this planet. You, as an anthropologist observe a culture, or subculture by livng amongst the culture, or subculture you'd like to study. You ask questions, you observe. Then, you write down your observations, occasionally drawing conclusions.
You get published in academic journals, you might teach. This is THE perfect job for me. I want to observe and live among Drag Queens, Natives, the hiirja in India, the Trobriand Islanders, although the've been done to death; I'd also like to observe practicing voodouns, and ooohhhh, Bedouins. I know it's going to be interesting, and interesting times are a curse, but to be part of so many other people's lives as a recorder is vastly, wonderfully appealing, Of course, a large problem that I'm going to have to come across are language barriers, but i think i'd be ok at learning a language by living among the speakers.
Another drawback is travel; at this point, Lucas travels better than I do, but hey, worrth getting over for this. Now, I have to find out what i have to do to get student loans to fund me, and what i have to do here to help me when i move to the new university offering this program. 
