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1994-03-27
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They look angry. What will you do?>
I'd recognize the tribe as the long-lost Commiecoms, who gave up
individual possession and display of wealth, rejected
materialistic culture, especially television, loaded up their
outriggers and sailed off into the sunset sometime ago.
Realizing their anger was directed at my beads, I'd take them
off and cast them into the ocean, never to be found. Then I'd
cap the Chivas, take a swig, and pass the bottle. They'd grin,
go get bottles of their potent island rum, paint my face with
tribal emblems, roast a pig, and have a party. In the morning,
they'd show me the collective's wordprocessing center, art
center, photolab, etc. and tell me afternoons were mine to play
there. Mornings had to be spent working in fields, diving for
pearls to trade for art supplies, etc. I'd put on a loloth,
join the tribe, and learn to surf.