Comments on: About the Naboo Tribe http://www.eastsidepatch.com Take a walk on the East Side Fri, 30 Jul 2010 02:10:38 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: ESP http://www.eastsidepatch.com/the-naboo-tribe/comment-page-1/#comment-454 ESP Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:03:29 +0000 http://www.eastsidepatch.com/?page_id=3104#comment-454 Hi Nickeeeboo. I had no idea that you became acquainted with with these little tribal people in the jungles of the far east, or that one saved your life, after you saved hers. What a romantic tale of a love that could never be, of pocket dwelling and assurance in the face of diversity. I cannot imagine your pain when you had to say goodbye to her, with the "words"... nic,nic-waboo. Have you ever been in touch again, perhaps you could find her by air-dropping thousands of tiny letters addressed to the BittyBoo tribal leader all over the general area you made first contact? Just a thought. Fascinating to read more detail about the global distribution of these small tribes, I am really looking forward to reading your up-coming book "A nick nicky click among the Bittys". I am sure it will be a New York Times best seller. Ssssh Bob, you are giving away my macro technique, yes the Naboo do a trade with me, they dart the insect...I take the macro shot...they get to eat the proteined-laden creature, hey, we all win. Very funny on the side bar postings, just why did I create these pages again? I want to thank you Bob for taking the time to give us all a little more information on these tribes, I am sure it will be valuable for at least one anthropology student at some point in the future...perhaps. :-) Your friend fnar-fnar-smook (my real name) Hi Nickeeeboo.

I had no idea that you became acquainted with with these little tribal people in the jungles of the far east, or that one saved your life, after you saved hers. What a romantic tale of a love that could never be, of pocket dwelling and assurance in the face of diversity. I cannot imagine your pain when you had to say goodbye to her, with the “words”… nic,nic-waboo. Have you ever been in touch again, perhaps you could find her by air-dropping thousands of tiny letters addressed to the BittyBoo tribal leader all over the general area you made first contact? Just a thought.

Fascinating to read more detail about the global distribution of these small tribes, I am really looking forward to reading your up-coming book “A nick nicky click among the Bittys”. I am sure it will be a New York Times best seller.

Ssssh Bob, you are giving away my macro technique, yes the Naboo do a trade with me, they dart the insect…I take the macro shot…they get to eat the proteined-laden creature, hey, we all win.
Very funny on the side bar postings, just why did I create these pages again?

I want to thank you Bob for taking the time to give us all a little more information on these tribes, I am sure it will be valuable for at least one anthropology student at some point in the future…perhaps. :-)

Your friend fnar-fnar-smook
(my real name)

]]> By: Bob Pool http://www.eastsidepatch.com/the-naboo-tribe/comment-page-1/#comment-452 Bob Pool Wed, 25 Nov 2009 05:51:01 +0000 http://www.eastsidepatch.com/?page_id=3104#comment-452 I must admit that I had an advantage in my versing skills with the Naboo. While serving my country in the jungles of the far east, I noticed deaths with no visable signs of trauma. It was a mystery until, while crawling on my belly like a reptile, I noticed a very small being with a wound in it's side. As we were under fire, I stuck it in my pocket and forgot about it until after the action had subsided. When I remembered, I reached in my pocket and pulled it out, only to discover that it was almost healed. It had eaten all the candy that was in my pocket, and as I would find out later, sugar was a medicine to these tiny people. It was a tiny female of the BittyBoo tribe. She was very thankful for saving her and insisted on staying with me for months. Her senses were totally remarkable and I credit her with my survival there as she always knew when trouble was ahead. I slowly came to understand a lot of her little clicks, nicks and clacks. Over the months together there was certainly a bond established, maybe even love. I met several other tribe members and learned of their history. There are many of the Boo tribes around the world. I'm sure you remember reading in National Geographic about the diminutive people they found in New Guinea. They thought they were the smallest of the peoples of the world. In actuality, at three feet tall, they were the biggest of the Boo peoples. They let their selves be known and it cost them their lives at the hands of the nick nicky clicks. If the Boo weren't so small I'm sure they would rule the world instead of the nick nicky clicks.[that's big people] So with their diminutive size they have taken the road of not being seen. And although there are differences in language between tribes, there are also similarities as well. So you see I had a definite advantage in my communications. I finally left her close to where I had found her. There were tears my friend, by both of us, on that day. But it could never be. Our cultures are just too different and of course there is that, dare I say it, size problem. So I know why you see every tiny bug and get those incredible photos. The NaBoo alert you to their presense, and I suspect, dart them for you so they will be still as the Sony moves in for the shot. Have no fear, I do not intend on telling anyone of your method and as you know no one reads these side bar postings. Your friend Bob [or as I was called, lo those many moons ago, Nickeeeboo] I must admit that I had an advantage in my versing skills with the Naboo. While serving my country in the jungles of the far east, I noticed deaths with no visable signs of trauma. It was a mystery until, while crawling on my belly like a reptile, I noticed a very small being with a wound in it’s side. As we were under fire, I stuck it in my pocket and forgot about it until after the action had subsided. When I remembered, I reached in my pocket and pulled it out, only to discover that it was almost healed. It had eaten all the candy that was in my pocket, and as I would find out later, sugar was a medicine to these tiny people. It was a tiny female of the BittyBoo tribe. She was very thankful for saving her and insisted on staying with me for months. Her senses were totally remarkable and I credit her with my survival there as she always knew when trouble was ahead. I slowly came to understand a lot of her little clicks, nicks and clacks.

Over the months together there was certainly a bond established, maybe even love. I met several other tribe members and learned of their history. There are many of the Boo tribes around the world. I’m sure you remember reading in National Geographic about the diminutive people they found in New Guinea. They thought they were the smallest of the peoples of the world. In actuality, at three feet tall, they were the biggest of the Boo peoples. They let their selves be known and it cost them their lives at the hands of the nick nicky clicks. If the Boo weren’t so small I’m sure they would rule the world instead of the nick nicky clicks.[that's big people] So with their diminutive size they have taken the road of not being seen. And although there are differences in language between tribes, there are also similarities as well. So you see I had a definite advantage in my communications.

I finally left her close to where I had found her. There were tears my friend, by both of us, on that day. But it could never be. Our cultures are just too different and of course there is that, dare I say it, size problem. So I know why you see every tiny bug and get those incredible photos. The NaBoo alert you to their presense, and I suspect, dart them for you so they will be still as the Sony moves in for the shot. Have no fear, I do not intend on telling anyone of your method and as you know no one reads these side bar postings. Your friend Bob [or as I was called, lo those many moons ago, Nickeeeboo]

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