When I was told what this was I was a little disturbed. Here's the concept. A relative dies. You want to remember them. So, you take their skull and put it on a little carved body. They are now with your forever. Sounds a little weird? They do this in certain parts of Indonesia. In a strange way it makes a little sense.
About Me
- RollingOkie
- My grandparents were born in the Indian Territory/Oklahoma. My parents were born in Oklahoma, as was I, my wife, my children and my grandchildren. I was an irresponsbile teenager (it was the 60's, what can I say?) but managed to mature a little. I attend the University of Oklahoma and got a BA in History and went to work for a Fortune 500 company where I was unhappy. Eventually, I went back to OU for my MBA and PhD in MIS (ABD). I became a contract programmer because I programmed much better than I published. I also became a VAR for a firm selling accounting software written in a comupter language called dBase for the 8088 processor. I stayed at it and in the first years of the new millenium I decided I needed a change. I figured that if I was ever going to to do all those things I said that I wanted to do, I'd better get going. In 2005 I sold my house and business and went to truck driving school. I now drive a Big Rig - mine - and I try not to work more than 6 months a year. I make an effort to spend at least 3 months a year outside of the U.S. I'm married. My wife and I have 6 kids and 9 grandchildren. Maybe that's why I like to travel so much.