Saturday, December 10, 2011

I just realized that over the course of this blog I posted "Serious Archaeologists drink coffee" three times. Guess where my priorities are (and what apparently I need more of).

Serious Archaeologists are off their nut.
Serious Archaeologists write term papers.

Past titles include

Living Outside the World:

Kubrick’s Bloody Black Box and the Humanity of Constructed Realities

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Past fieldwork includes:
T's M, NM
The Dixon Archaeology Project, NM

Next up: 
More Dixon archaeology, December 2011! I only even try to contain my excitement when I'm in public. 
That's all, folks! At least all the quotes from this past summer, that is. I think I'll keep this blog for myself as a kind of ongoing scrapbook of my archaeological experiences, and I'm sure that come this winter I'll have more material about what serious archaeologists do and how, which I will type up if my fingers don't freeze and snap off in what I can only imagine will be a seriously cold December in New Mexico.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Serious Archaeologists carve sticks.

Er, wands, and duel in the forest.
Serious Archaeologists play the didgeridoo.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Friday, September 23, 2011

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Serious Archaeologists drink gin and tonic for breakfast.
Serious Archaeologists can start a fire with their minds.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Serious Archaeologists set up the T Station on the first try.
Serious Archaeologists start to think EVERYTHING is a lithic.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Serious Archaeologists eat drop bear steak/wear drop bear get the drift.
Serious Archaeologists are broke.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Friday, September 16, 2011

Monday, September 12, 2011

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Monday, September 5, 2011

Friday, September 2, 2011

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Serious Archaeologists bathe in tears of joy at finding artifacts.

(Conversely, Serious Archaeologists don't bathe.)

Monday, August 29, 2011

Monday, July 25, 2011

Friday, July 8, 2011

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Monday, July 4, 2011

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Her hair was like a rope what's woven from the raven's wing
It flowed like river water from her brow
Her eyes were two brown stones that twinkle underneath the water
Her voice moved as quickly as the Hondo...

He saw her and he longed for her, a flower in the desert
His name was gold and silver to the town
To this day who can say if love was written on her heart
All we know is that the flower got cut down.

--from The Ballad of Turley's Bride (a work in progress).
I come from the silence of clapboard houses
from a place that doesn't hurt but doesn't heal
for no soul longs to walk once more the streets of suburbia
no music grows within your heart when you are here
Serious Archaeologists are sexy.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Hand of the Archaeologist

Bakers sift. Archaeologists screen.

(...This girl does both. And knows the effing difference.)
Serious Archaeologists do anything to preserve the wood.

(This one comes from Sev saying "do anything to preserve the wood!" as we extracted a beam from a post hole, which made this very Unserious Archaeologist giggle. Though not as much as when a visitor to the site later asked the hilarious question, "Did you get all that wood out of that hole?" ...Yes. Yes we did.)

Monday, June 27, 2011

Friday, June 24, 2011

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Once, I lived by the river

I wake up to your simple song with each new morning
You sing me sleepward when the nighttime pulls me down...

I miss you, Hondo

So come and wrap your watery arms around me, river
And I'll forget that I ever loved another
You call me sweeter, hold me tighter, pull me under

And I miss your ice embrace within the desert

You're always changing 
in the same soothing formations

Someday steps will follow words and I'll return.
Well good!

Monday, June 20, 2011

"Oh, won't you meet me where the crazy horse catches your eye
where you can't fit any more dirt on me or more stars in the sky

my heart is full of joy sure as my feet are full of spines
for three short sweet weeks when the old mill I called mine"

--from "Meet Me At The Mill," an original song by a Serious Archaeologist [in training].
Serious Archaeologists do abs.
Seriously Important Fact: fresh-from-the-fryer handmade doughnuts only cost 70 cents at Michael's Kitchen. OH BOY!
Serious Archaeologists eat...

homemade fish tacos
homemade pizza
pasta puttanesca
banana bread
peanut butter cookies
carrot cake
chana masala 

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

Serious Archaeologists do not Munsell their poop; however, the thought does occur to them.
Serious Archaeologists are 27.

(Miss you already, April!)

Thursday, June 16, 2011

"Travellers ne'er did lie, though fools at home condemn 'em." (The Tempest, Act III Scene III). Hear, hear!
Serious Archaeologists don't give backtalk.

(Serious English Archaeologists don't give backchat.)

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Archaeologists don't curse like sailors; sailors curse like archaeologists.
Serious Archaeologists absorb their nutrients from the dirt.