I'm surrounded by debris and debating the merits of bringing trashy romance novels (of the True Blood sort) or archaeological texts to the field. I've settled on both (plus some Neil Gaiman and Nabokov) and so my carry-on is a rather strange mélange, especially since I've stuck the field microscopes in there, too. June 30th will see me head out to the field, Chicago to Paris, Paris to Abidjan, Abidjan to Cotonou. I'll be in Benin for two months
This is how prep for the field looks like, well for me anyhow--a complete disaster. Reminder to self: never simultaneously go to the field and move to yet another city. It brings new meaning to the word chaos.
I should get back to packing so let me sign off with the greatest archaeology-related article I've seen:
Archaeologists Discover Remnants Of Legendary Party Out By Train Tracks
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Who we are & what we do.
The idea for this blog came about a year ago when three of us were stranded in a rather isolated corner of Utah, 30 miles from the Colorado border and 50 miles from Wyoming. Summer was meandering along and we realized we had great stories to tell and no one to tell them to (drunk bears, rednecks with shotguns, old cars riddled with bullet holes--these were all part of our every day work routine).
There's been a shift in archaeology and those who choose careers in it. What used to be a completely male-dominated field has slowly been changing, universities across the country seeing more women than men in each graduating class of archaeologists. That summer, we found ourselves part of a completely female crew, headed entirely by males. It seemed the perfect illustration of the way the field is evolving. At times, though, it 's like we're still in a man's world, like we shouldn't brandish pick axes or haul wheelbarrows of dirt. We're here to dispel a few of those myths.
It's summer again now, which means we're packing up our Marshalltown trowels and khaki pants and heading back into the field. We'll be spanning three continents these next few months and representing both CRM and academic projects. So here's to hoping we can convey what it's like to live this unconventional and highly nomadic existence we've chosen for ourselves. And to proving that the Golden Marshalltown can just as easily be wielded by a woman.
There's been a shift in archaeology and those who choose careers in it. What used to be a completely male-dominated field has slowly been changing, universities across the country seeing more women than men in each graduating class of archaeologists. That summer, we found ourselves part of a completely female crew, headed entirely by males. It seemed the perfect illustration of the way the field is evolving. At times, though, it 's like we're still in a man's world, like we shouldn't brandish pick axes or haul wheelbarrows of dirt. We're here to dispel a few of those myths.
It's summer again now, which means we're packing up our Marshalltown trowels and khaki pants and heading back into the field. We'll be spanning three continents these next few months and representing both CRM and academic projects. So here's to hoping we can convey what it's like to live this unconventional and highly nomadic existence we've chosen for ourselves. And to proving that the Golden Marshalltown can just as easily be wielded by a woman.
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