I’m back working my way through African masks, knives, fetishes, gold weights, divination tools, and fertility dolls. Matching up receipts with objects (several mysteries here). Taking photos. Putting records in my database. Matching photos with records. It’s a safari through west and central Africa, but the path meanders. The trouble is that I can’t seem to standardize my work process. I can’t get the old assembly line going. Every item is different – demands camera and lighting adjustments. It is both tedious and fascinating. If I turn on the radio I begin to feel grimy with politics and the day’s scandals. If I turn on drumming or chanting music, after a while I get a little weirded out. I think I better finish this job this weekend.