Welcome to Undead Naked Archaeology

Alright, a quick introduction, scroll down for actual posts:

This is where I'll update what I'm up to in the field, post pictures, or just vent about how much I hate poison ivy.

Why Undead Naked Archaeology? It's pretty simple really...I like zombies. But also, archaeologists have a bunch of striking similarities to zombies.

We often are dressed in tattered/worn clothing. We frequently smell bad. I in particular tend to speak in grunts (especially in the morning). Often as the heat scrambles our brains we shamble about muttering incoherently. We crave delicious brains. We also swarm like zombies...in a phase I archaeology project we're scattered widely, low density (just like a stage I zombie outbreak). When something shows up...we go to phase II. Denser...and with more of us. Again, like a zombie outbreak reaching stage II. Finally, as we find "stuff" supervisors and technicians alike come out of the woodwork to absolutely flood the field with zombies. I mean archaeologists. Mmm stage/phase III.

As for the "naked" part...well it just sounds cool...that's all. "Undead Naked Archaeology" sounds like those lame "co-ed naked xyx" shirts. So I'm kind of making fun of myself...I do that sometimes.

Posts below!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Ohio's rivers are flammable...never forget that

No pictures today, sorry...

I was mucking around in creeks, rivers, and random watersheds today in Butler County in my eternal quest to find clay sources. Well, during the course of this I kind of sort of fell into this random creek. Not totally head over heels of course, just a turned ankle, and my legs wet to my knees (and arms up to my elbows as a scrambled out).

Normally this wouldn't be too much of a problem. After all, it's summer, I dried out quickly, and who wouldn't want a nice refreshing plunge into aqua pura while working outside?

I should set the scene for you...and I mean no offense to anyone who lives in Butler County, or its county seat (Hamilton). However, this was the filthiest stretch of water that I've ever seen (not just the Miami proper, but the tributaries too). When the water catches in a little rock pile it foams this disgusting yellow color in places. There is so much trash in this thing that I could probably have build myself a raft and canoed down the length (minus a portage over the dam).

I found this lovely little park nestled just above the dam, you know...one of those quaint parks right next to the historic downtown area. Only...this was somehow different. The smell emanating from this park is worse than anything I've smelled in various parts of Milwaukee, Chicago, or Columbus (I'm talking alleys and stuff...not parks). Along the various party pads (areas cleared of weeds and littered with trash, ashes, etc.) I found a pair of men's underwear...large men's underwear. Skidmarks? You betcha! Thank god I didn't fall in right around there...I'd have gone straight to a hospital if I had.

People are just disgusting...I'll never understand the compulsion to just toss your shit in the water, as if that just makes it all go away (until you get dysentery from the water that is).

As I write this it's getting worse, the aches are starting. Bedtime I guess. (Let's take wagers on what strange disease I'll get this year...I'll start the bidding at...uhm...well I guess I shouldn't be allowed to guess, I have an advantage as I know all my minor symptoms).
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