tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883838845379463302024-03-13T13:56:46.551-07:00It's RitualKristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02952509506561916822noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188383884537946330.post-2060256999167179472013-05-26T15:25:00.000-07:002013-05-26T15:25:37.004-07:00Mean Swings and Big BeardsLike all great pantheons that arose from Indo-European religions, Norse religion is fairly... well, how does one say 'awesome' without downplaying it? 'Awesome' is so over used... Grand? Magnificent? Striking? Impressively, mind-blowingly, stupendous? Yes... I think the latter will do just fine.<br />
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When one says, 'Greek Mythology' or 'Roman Mythology', there's not one person I know who wouldn't be able to name at least a few gods from either. After all, we have movies that have been derived from the mythologies. Albeit, they're usually terrible, but fun nonetheless. (I'm looking at you, <i>Clash of the Titans</i>). We love them, we learn about them from infancy, and we are endlessly fascinated by the myth, legend, and lore that surrounds them. With the rise in popularity of the Marvel superhero/demi-god Thor, I'm willingly adding in Norse Mythology in with Greek and Roman. A bold move, I know, but I'm willing to bank on the evidence that I'm about to present. (Or at least the limited knowledge I have of Norse Mythology. I'll be the first to admit, I don't know everything.)<br />
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Alright, for this post, I am going to mainly focus on Thor and Odin. "Why?" You might ask, after all, there are plenty of gods and goddesses to chose from, along with giants, valkyries, norns, dwarves, dísir, elves... why just Thor and Odin, eh? "Don't question me." I might reply.<br />
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Thor, a god ruling the sky, dictating thunderbolts, wind, rainstorms, sunshine, and crops. *Yawn* Sounds fairly typical for a post Indo-European pantheon God. Well, not only was he considered as mighty as his father Odin, but in some cases even more powerful and more important. (according to Adam of Bremen's descriptions of Old Uppsala). Thor is from the dynasty of the aesir, and had the job of protecting cosmic order. Now, I don't know about you, but cosmic order sounds fairly large. I mean, I've managed a pet store, and that could be hard. COSMIC order. Thor had a fairly heavy burden. Although- the myths never really define what that all means. So, after all, cosmic order could just be making sure the planets are going in circles... while traveling in larger circles... like they do. But I like the former better.<br />
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Thor also battled with giants and the world serpent. Though technically this battle with the world serpent endangered all human life... so, uh, way to go there, buddy. With so many towns and people named after him (with the prefix Tor), he was obviously in the spotlight quite a bit in Viking Age Scandinavia.<br />
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Check out that beard. I mean, seriously, that beard makes goats jealous.</div>
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But Odin... Thor may have a mean swing, battle giants, serpents, and be in charge of weather, but Odin has magic. That's right. Let me type that again. Odin has magic. Or, more technically, Odin has seidur. (it translates to magic. It says so in textbooks. Don't worry yourself on the facts here, just trust me. MAGIC). To any nerd who happens to like anything Norse- a god who is said to also control magic is fairly awesome. (wait- no... moving, wondrous, astonishing...). Let me elaborate. Odin can predict fate, inflict death or misfortunes, deprive people of their strength and wit - then give it to another, and if that were not fearsome enough, Odin can transform himself into an animal and travel to far off places while his 'body slept'. Uh, take a minute and read that again. I'll wait... Got it? Odin works with circumpolar shamanism. He can travel by letting his spirit leave his body, and enter another's. Its like Skyping- but AWESOME. (that word is seriously far too easy to use). Odin also has pets- two ravens: Huginn and Muninn (meaning thought and memory), as well as an eight-legged horse, Sleipnir, or sliding one. His ravens are thought to be used as an extension of himself. Which- if you think about it- if Odin was your god, every darned time you saw a raven, god was watching you. That'd be quite distressing, especially because ravens are, well, not sparse in Scandinavia.<br />
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And what about said eight-legged horse? Oh, Sleipnir is also known as 'shamanic horse par excellence'. If I, one day, gain a title that miraculous, I have succeeded. Don't know that definition? Don't understand it? Let me be more clear: Shaman's means of transport between worlds. Alright- I don't know about you, but I don't care if he has eight-legs- that horse can give Shadowfax a run for his money. (Did Rohan use money? Was it just gold? I'm fairly sure they traded in horses.)<br />
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Anyone NOT intimidated by that? Giant spear notwithstanding, that horse looks irate. </div>
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Also- seidur (magic, remember?) was predominantly practiced by women. It was considered shameful for men to practice it. So why did Odin? No idea. <i>It's ritual?</i><br />
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Thor and Odin: Fairly supreme gods. Have I made my point yet? If not- uh, read it again. I guess.<br />
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More to discuss later- when I've... learned more.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02952509506561916822noreply@blogger.com0Boise, ID, USA43.6187102 -116.2146068000000143.434730200000004 -116.53733030000001 43.8026902 -115.89188330000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188383884537946330.post-86069427206340094682012-10-14T12:20:00.002-07:002012-10-14T12:20:43.035-07:00The Road Goes Ever On and On.
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I
am a firm believer in perspective. Perspective is everything. It is a concept
centered on critical thinking. I have always been in awe of our capacity for
compassion and understanding… our humanity. We have such a unique way of
thinking, where we can approach a problem from so many different angles that we
can find out a better solution to everything. This is where perspective becomes
a predominate player in the game of life. We’ve all heard the cliché <i>glass half empty or glass half full</i> that
has been ingrained into our minds to the point of it being completely
meaningless. </div>
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This
past week I visited Range Creek again, which of course is always an excellent
idea. The healing power of that place is extraordinary. No cell service, no
technology, the spiritual feeling of past human lives being lived and now gone,
the quiet, and the brilliant starlight places a calming warmth on the soul. It
is a place to pause from our chaotic lives and reconnect with something more
important than the hustle and bustle of a modern first world life. A place to
wake when the sun rises, and retire when the sun sets; it is so natural that
one tends to forget all their worries. A certain haven for an anthropologist
and more so an archaeologist. You can sit in the canyon and a plethora of
questions infiltrate your mind and demand all the knowledge you’ve learned to
be put on the front lines. A battle to reconstruct the past flows across your
mind; with your mental resources becoming the fighting force in a world of
innumerable variables. Who could resist such an overwhelming outreach to
connect with people who have been gone for over a thousand years?</div>
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My
perspective on the canyon was a key player in what was to come on the last
night of our stay. I say ‘our’ because I visited Range Creek with a few friends
from the archaeological field school held over the summer. Two gentlemen and
another lady were present in our group. I was scheduled to work an opening
shift on the following morning, so my lady friend and I decided to part ways with
the men and abandon the canyon around 5pm. </div>
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In the words of Gimli –<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial;"> </span><span style="background: white; color: #222222;">"</span>I have taken my worst wound<span style="color: #222222;"> <span style="background: white;">at this</span> </span>parting<span style="background: white; color: #222222;">, having looked my</span><span style="color: #222222;"> </span>last<span style="color: #222222;"> <span style="background: white;">upon that which is fairest.</span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;">” </span>Of course I didn’t want to leave, who would?</div>
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I wanted nothing more than
to call into work (if we had service of course), and say that Range Creek is
much more fun than working, so I wont be coming in. But I had decided to be
responsible and work like an adult, justified by my weekend of pure euphoria in
the canyon. Having decided this, we were escorted by the gentlemen to the gate.
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They
had unlocked the gate for us, and told us the combination to the second gate,
which was about a ten second drive away. And like a good comedy film we
couldn’t get the gate open. Worrying that the guys had already driven way, I
sprinted back to the first gate yelling their names. Like an even better comedy
film, they were gone. Let me emphasize again, we had no cell service. We’re
still in the canyon. My friend and I tried many things, but could not get the
gate to work. We decided to walk back to the ranch to get help and just stay
the night. The ranch is 13 miles away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We
stuffed our packs with our sleeping bags, headlamps, the water we had left, and
the bag of peanuts we had left. My friend was irritated and grumpy almost the
entire four hour walk back to the ranch, whereas I was quite chipper. I enjoyed
the intimate experience with the canyon. Getting to know the canyon by foot,
getting to partake of the incredible beauty, the smell of dirt and desert hung
in the air, and the archaeological theories buzzing in and out of my mind, I
can say I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Not to mention I knew I wouldn’t be
able to make it to work. I can say that the walk was breathtaking. I would do
it again for sure. But the latter half of the walk was dark, and we had only
one working headlamp at that time. A wee bit frustrating, sure, but still a
gorgeous place! <o:p></o:p></div>
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And
then I fell in the creek… Slightly less amazing. I remember the last two miles
being miserable. My hips were stiff, my feet were in pain (I only use
barefoot shoes, which probably didn’t help with all the sharp rocks), and my
knees were stiff. We were limping and dragging our feet, and we were both in
sour moods. But my perspective had not been changed, even though my spirits
were low. I was still so blown away by this canyon that I couldn’t help but
LOVE the walk. When we finally entered the ranch I was back to laughing and
being of good cheer. Why? I no longer was in pain! I didn’t have to continue to
walk! My friend on the other hand was bitter and angry. The perspectives were
simple- my glass was full of opportunity and cheer. Hers was a glass of
resigned bitterness and inconvenience. </div>
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I
do not say this in disregard to her, because I adore her greatly. But just a
simple perspective changed an attitude for four hours, and I believe my walk,
although being the exact same as hers, was far more enjoyable. </div>
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The
task is simple: Life is full of adventure, beauty, and opportunity, but that
does not mean it has to be dulled by adversity and trial.</div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Originally,
evolutionary decisions were thought to have been made to benefit the species as
a whole, and not the individual itself.
After a study of reproductive ecology by David Lack, it became apparent
that there are distinguishing decisions made between individual and group
interests concerning reproduction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> A
study of the langurs has illustrated the individual reproductive decision
making well. Langur males will commit infanticide on those infants who are not
their own when taking over a brood. Once thought to be random acts of violence
have now been concluded as a decision made by the male individual, not on
behalf of the species, but on behalf of himself. Once the female’s unweaned
offspring has been killed, the female will become sexually receptive sooner,
thus the new male will have a higher chance at reproducing his own offspring.
The violent manner in which this is executed also has to do with the
short-lived reproductive life of the male. Males are only in control of their
brood for a few years, thus if he can get his females to be sexually receptive
sooner, the more offspring he will have and the higher chance his offspring
have at surviving to reproductive age. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> The
female langur also makes a reproductive choice concerning her as an individual
rather than for the good of the species. The female could fight off the male
who is trying to kill her infant, but with sexual dimorphism and the male’s
relentlessness stacked against her, she is not left many options. The female
could wait to solicit a kinder male, but her offspring would be at a
disadvantage against the more aggressive competition. Again, the decision is
made in favor of the individual’s offspring surviving to reproductive age, and
not the survival of the species as a whole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> Brian
Bertram studied the reproductive behavior in lions and produced two
observations. While the male lions behave as the male langurs, committing
infanticide when they take over a pride, thus a reproductive decision based on
the individual, the lionesses have made reproductive decisions that have
enabled the cubs to more successfully mature. The lionesses will all have a
synchronous oestrus, thus the adaptive advantage is having more cubs survive.
Lionesses have communal suckling, and raise young together, thus when all
females are lactating the synchronously born are cared for more easily. Male
cubs are also evicted from the pride and survive better if they have a
companion, yet to have a companion the cubs need to be the same age. These
reproductive advantages are for the interest of the group, rather than the
specific individual, such as from the male lion’s decisions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> There
is a distinguishing importance when defining whether the observation is
actually in the interest of the group or the interest of the individual. How
one observes the study will depend on how it is recorded and understood. For
instance, the female langurs could be considered as ‘bad’ mothers, or as Hrdy
as stated, ‘less intelligent’ when it comes to making critical decisions for
the group’s well being, but when viewed as making reproductive decisions from
the interest of herself as an individual, the female langur is making the best
reproductive choice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02952509506561916822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188383884537946330.post-59157804490543705012012-08-19T21:11:00.002-07:002012-08-19T21:35:19.508-07:00I call you 'Sexy'.After a whole summer of soaking up copious amounts of vitamin D, I must say that returning to life as I knew it is... well, difficult. It seems as if this summer has been to my life as the Easter Annals were to the calendar system, thus saying that my life is now measured in Pre Range Creek and Post Range Creek. But before I go careening off into my adventures in time and space, I feel like a touch of information is due.<br />
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Range Creek... An archaeological field school. This is a canyon located in east central Utah, near a more famous Nine Mile Canyon and Desolation Canyon. Range Creek Canyon is a hidden gem in the archaeological world. It's the last of the Time Lords, it's the Darcy among men, it's the Elder Wand to- well, you get it. It is portrayed as a large canyon that houses pristine archaeological sites - untouched by the crushing hand of development. While I cannot say that this is entirely true, it certainly is one of the most pristine sites on the planet. It was once inhabited by the people associated with the Fremont Culture, a Native American peoples. Now, keep in mind that 'Fremont' does <i>not</i> mean one tribe or even one nation, but rather a set of peoples with like characteristics. For example, 'Fremont' pottery is typically plain gray ware, thus where you find plain gray ware there can be an argument made that it is a 'Fremont' site.<br />
In the canyon, the structures to be found are pit houses and granaries. Pit houses, well, the non brain dead can assume that they are indeed PIT - HOUSES. Literally a pit... with a house... around it...<br />
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Here's a picture. In case you're brain dead.<br />
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As for granaries, they are storage units. Usually storing corn, but other food stuffs can be stored within as well. Within Range Creek they are notoriously found perched precariously on cliff ledges and are difficult to access - unless you're Spiderman. But if you are Spiderman, there really is no need for you in Range Creek. Not a whole lot of crime in these parts. Seriously. Stay in the cities.<br />
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Anyway, granaries are found in many different conditions; bits of mortar are left, or even left completely intact - with 1000yr + old timber still in place.<br />
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1000yr old timber. On a cliff. Engineering at its finest.<br />
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Hold on, wait. I don't intend to give a large pre-history lesson - it cant be called history, there is no written record - because if a lesson is wanted, there are other places for that. Like school. Or internet. Just open a tab. Search. Easy.<br />
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My original purpose was to say how positively fantastic this field school was. Two months of sleeping in a tent, rising with the sun, hiking all day, excavating, holding precious artifacts from a time long past... More than enough to make me swoon and realize that archaeology is my one true love. Such a simple life that was led this summer. No bills to worry about, no car to gas, no worldly news, no social networking and internet to clog up the day... just simple living. Realizing that this is only the field season and not everyday life when I returned was and is frustrating. Drowning in an environment where the brain's cogs are constantly in motion, a never ending exciting adventure, connecting to a people long dead, learning what daily life could have been like where no written record exists... then to return to a city life? Sleeping in beds, paying bills, having the brain slow to what seems the speed of Jayne's while eyeing a companion is just quite rubbish.<br />
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In short, I think - to refresh the mind and calm the soul - a connection to a more evolutionary life is best, for me at least. I have never slept so well as I have in my tent, I have never awoken so easily and rested as I did with the sun bearing over the mountains, and I have never felt so fulfilled as I have with my brain being constantly challenged. I wish the bliss I felt this summer on everyone. I hope everyone finds their passion, their TARDIS, their escape from reality to a passion that they cannot consume enough of.<br />
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Keep Calm. Find Your Passion.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02952509506561916822noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188383884537946330.post-40861794028015545162012-05-25T01:48:00.001-07:002012-05-25T01:49:40.327-07:00A Towel Would HelpThere are some instances when I have mentally checked out of a conversation. This is usually due to a reaction my brain is having that I believe can be counted as a survival mechanism, after all, being an anthropologist means this whole 'survival of the fittest' theory is an easy excuse. Then again, it might be because I am a terrible and conceited person and any topic that does not spike my interest is thereby deemed unimportant. Luckily this does not happen often.<br />
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Unfortunately, during these tiny expeditions my mind makes while someone else is droning on about- well I wouldn't know, would I? Anyway, this is moot, because I find that what goes on during these times are absolutely silly. For instance, while a customer cornered me at my ever so lovely job, said person proceeded to tell me the entire history of her cat's affection for bird watching and how it related to the economy (how it jumped from the former to the latter is an unknown variable). While this would have been interesting in a condensed sentence long enough to be Twitter-post acceptable, it was not however, an appropriate form of entertainment according to my brain.<br />
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My mind thus proceeded to take me on a marvelous journey, you know, the hero's tale. Although, because it was not an actual scripted film, it was not to be compared to such adventures as Frodo and Sam had, but more along the lines of The Phantom Menace, with more Jar-Jar.<br />
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My only concerns about these sudden fantastic trips that my brain decides to book willy nilly is that I have no idea how to recover from them and jump back into a normal conversation. I assume, like most, that you smile and nod.<br />
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Apparently there are too many flaws with my understanding of the awkward social interaction. Nonetheless, here's a pretty picture to make this post seem even more unremarkable.<br />
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Trees! Yay!Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02952509506561916822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188383884537946330.post-18063236231010094162012-05-20T19:18:00.000-07:002012-05-20T22:31:52.811-07:00Coprolites, Middens, and DebitageAh, getting an education. Nothing really can puff some one's ego to the point of peacocking like learning. I know I love learning. I think learning is quite beautiful. The more I know about the world around me the more I want to know. The more questions I have. It's a sick cycle, like cocaine, but I get to keep my nose. Noses are great.<br />
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The problem, one that I see, is that once one starts to learn a dangerous thing happens: said pupil realizes that others they know do not know what has just been learned. Let the false flaunting begin!<br />
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Everyone knows someone who's like this, and everyone has been like this. For example, someone sees the new Avengers movie and suddenly is an expert on Thor and Loki's relationship, proudly flaunting that Thor and Loki are ACTUALLY from Norse mythology. As this person's victim you sit there, maybe smiling and nodding occasionally until their moment is over. They've mentally added another feather to their wonderful peacock plumage whist thinking they've taken one from yours. They KNOW about Thor and Loki, and you don't.<br />
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Although we all hate being in situations like these, with 'new' knowledge being forced down our throats, we are all so guilty. Tsk! Tsk! I don't enjoy these moments by any means, but I tolerate them because learning is pretty freaking awesome. Your mind, being the sponge it is, soaks it up and gets hammered on new information. The problem I have with it is that knowledge, or higher education, is behind closed doors. Sure, I am paying to get my degree from a good University, and I am thoroughly enjoying my time there; but as much as I hate to say it: I am paying for that darned slip of paper that says, 'Kristina knows stuff'.<br />
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Education should be available to anyone who wants it. That slip of paper that I am sure I will hang on my wall one day will only help me get a job. My 'confirmed' knowledge is no better than the student of independent study, pouring over books and getting the same amount of education outside of a university. In all, that independent student is probably better than me, because the good Lord knows I'll bum around on Facebook and Pinterest with my free time.<br />
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Anyway, my point being that those in higher education should really get off their cute little boxes and stop trying to impress people with their big words. Whether we're talking an undergrad to a high schooler, a grad student to an undergrad, it doesn't matter. Take the time to explain to your audience what you mean, let them learn. You're here to teach, not to impress. Let knowledge be freely given and give your ego a break.<br />
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Then again- coprolites, midden, and debitage sound so much cooler than poop, trash, and sharp-edged waste.</div>
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Richard Klein, I'm looking at you... Your book is a kick in the parietals.</div>
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<br /></div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02952509506561916822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2188383884537946330.post-59448962461991251112012-05-20T00:46:00.003-07:002012-08-27T09:43:39.492-07:00Anthropology: Like 'Story Time', But With TestsArchaeology: The touchy-feely part of history. Because everything is infinitely more interesting when you pull it up out of the dirt after decades, centuries, or a millennium of not being graced with a loving stroke from a human hand until YOU get to touch it. Touch. Feel. Connect. Mild stupor.<br />
Although Archaeology will eventually turn from attracting this sort of scientist, one's who never listen to the 'don't touch' signs, it will at least last long enough in this phase for some more destructive digging. Cheers! Which is great, you know, because that's what I like. Get your hands dirty and take a look at our human past.<br />
I stand by my opinion: Archaeology is ridiculously interesting.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02952509506561916822noreply@blogger.com1