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Peruvian Jesus Born to Virgin Mary on Christmas ‘08

I would say that this raises the armageddon meter considerably…of course, it could also be the result of way too much planning…

LIMA (Reuters) – Virgin Mary, a 20-year-old Peruvian woman, gave birth to a baby boy on Christmas day and named him Jesus, Peru’s state news agency said on Friday.

The baby’s father, Adolfo Jorge Huamani, 24, is a carpenter. Religious Peruvians compared him to Joseph the Carpenter in the Bible.

“Two thousand years later the story of Bethlehem is relived,” read the headline about the birth in El Comercio, the main newspaper in Peru, a predominantly Catholic country.

The mother, Virgen Maria Huarcaya, delivered the 7.7 pound (3.5 kg) boy, Jesus Emanuel, in the early hours of Christmas at the central maternity hospital in Lima, the capital.

“A few days ago we had decided to name my son after a professional soccer player,” the father said. “But thanks to a happy coincidence this is how things ended up.”

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My Christmas Suggestions

Toy Tattoo Gun – For that little guy with inky ambition
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And for the person who has everything or wants nothing…nothing.

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An odd sort of life I lead…hairy ears and all.

Last night I went to the 50th birthday party of a friend and mentor. It was a very nice time. Of course, today is the day I officially become homeless again (though not friendless and so not without a place to hang my very nice hat) and so that is a bit odd. It’s been a long time since I didn’t have a place of my own. Four years…seems like a long time anyway. So that was on my mind while I was talking with a few people and one of them mentioned that he recently was talking with Marshall Sahlins, and I realized that the book I’ve been reading on the toilet lately is by the same Marshall Sahlins. That was odd (and I’ve just realized that he and I share the same horrid birthday of December 27 from his wiki page). Then, in the midst of a fantastic spoken word performance in honor of the birthday girls first half century and what she knows, it hit me that the four year old child that had been taking pictures of the back of my head and closeups of my hairy ears is the niece of soon to be President Obama and that her mother, sitting on the couch next to me, is the sister of the President to be.

All of this struck me as very funny when combined with my imminent (or perhaps I should say emminent) homeless-ness and the advent of my next vagabonding adventures.

I wonder if President Obama will get a chance to see the closeups of my hairy ears. Maybe he will be struck by them. In any event, by posting this, I am hopefully making sure that he will be able to identify the man who wears those ears.

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Anthropologists descend on San Francisco

If you don’t like being observed, San Francisco is definitely the wrong place to be this week. Thousands (I think but I didn’t count) of anthropologists from allover the world are here for the American Anthropological Association’s annual conference. Actually you may not have much to worry about, we are mostly watching each other, but you can be sure that there is somebody doing a study on the study of people who are studying the people that study people. All shapes, sizes, and varieties of people at the conference. My adviser pointed out that the one’s in suits are looking for work usually but I’m in a suit and I don’t want a job. He also pointed out that lots of middle aged anthropologists like to attach something tribal to their otherwise normal dress..he is right. Not me though. I’m just a guy that is curious about people and wanted to meet his baby niece. I did…she’s a cutie. Somehow she must have gotten all of my DNA but hopefully not the balding gene although at the moment she is bald, mostly. Also got to see my good buddy from way back in the usmc days and was reminded of an infamous Christmas night in a dirty old strip bar when a crazy fight happened ‘inside, outside, everywhere’.