Actually, our administrator was given the alebazdunku ceremony yesterday along the Oswego River. Not for a deed of valour, or meritorius conduct, but because of his ability to shrug it off when Chris told him he forgot the pasta salad. We celebrated this event by sticking the feather of a Accipiter cooperii or Buteo jamaicensis (in the heat, we forget which) into his hair.
Our administrator is now known as a man of ugaba. If trouble begins to create turmoil among the PBX tribe, he will reinstate peace and order.