So it turns out I may have misspoke when I wrapped things up, this week saw a little more archaeology for me (well a lot of it in a short amount of time). I got called to help on a CRM gig up here in Wisconsin, which I'll be using to tell stories for the next few days I imagine.
However, before all that I'd like to tell you a little story, well maybe it's an anecdote.
Many people, upon finding out they're talking with an archaeologist, get interested and share their stories and experiences (often in the realm of "my grandpa found XYZ on his farm back on the day"). It is what it is, and I have no complaints about it.
However.
When you hear the phrase "I have a theory" escape their lips there are only two possibilities.
Possibility 1:
Be ready to be impressed, a truism is coming.
Possibility 2:
Be ready to swallow your tongue, the batshit insane is coming.
Yesterday, it was the second option that awaited me. So three of us (Katie, Seth, and I) stayed late at the local bar before heading home (we'd been excavating right out front there), and rather enjoyed ourselves. Driving through the town we were staying at (some 15 miles north) we decided to stop for some dinner. It all went well, the food was good enough, and we were ready to head out when our checks came and the waitress asked us if we were working on the highways project (we were covered in dirt still). It's an area of small towns, so everyone knows what's going on (even things we aren't allowed to talk about). She pinned us in conversation for what had to have been an hour, we couldn't leave...she had our checks! And she talked on and on...about how she was personal friends with Stephen Hawking, the great times she had at Star Trek conventions, etc. etc. She was a little braggy on those points, but still at the edge of toleration.
But, she has a theory.
We're all star seed. Aliens were responsible for all the things that were done in the past (pyramids, Rome, etc etc.) in her words "something had to be the spark of civilization," and something about how god had to have a backup plan so there have to be aliens out there (not sure what that really had to do with star seed). To be honest I don't remember all the examples and proof she had because I was looking very intently at the medical tape on my thumb and twitching, trying not to scream. I nodded a couple of times just wanting her to go. away. Seth at one point had had enough and he finally said something to the effect of "that kind of thinking just doesn't do service to how smart people are, and that they couldn't do those things." Anyhow, that didn't have much of an effect other than to slightly steer the conversation back towards racist anecdote this, Jews that, and on...and on...and on.
I wish I had a theory that people would get so excited about...you know, only uhm. True?
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!
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!
Friday, August 14, 2009
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I love the idea of aliens being God's back-up plan! If that's the case, maybe it's us that are God's backup plan for the aliens. That's right. I just blew your mind.
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