...and Turkey Time strikes back ( Read more... )

Today a rock taught me to fly.


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I never did find the Iraqi to chat. Oh well ( Read more... )

Ahhhhh Olympis is amazing! I talked about Turkey's magical side in the last post, before I had even been to Olympis ( Read more... )

I had no idea Turkey was so magical.

I left the dig site a few days ago, almost a week earlier than the site was supposed to close. Ulrike, the grad student that put together the whole field school for us undergrads, and the gang arrived at Çatalhöyük to find this out, and we don't even know why the dig season was shortened so. I'm sure someone ( Read more... )

The main problem with being trusted as a full on archaeologist, is, well, that you often still act like a novice. I've gone through two floors already, just troweled on by as if they didn't even exist. Only when Shahina (In-Field Site Director from Cambridge just like my Stanford/Cambridge prof Ian Hodder) came over and calmly asked, "Um, is ( Read more... )

Catalhoyuk has gone through two phases of excavation, and radically different methodologies have been applied during each phase ( Read more... )

I am an extension of a trowel. The leverage of the shovel, the force of the maddock. I am the power of the wheel barrow. I grunt labor ( Read more... )

...I didn't keep my lunch down, so I spent the afternoon's working time in bed instead. I feel better now, though now I'm not that tired since I slept all day. I hope I can get to sleep soon. In the meantime, though, I'll write to you guys! To bad you won't get this until a week from now when I finally connect to the outside world again ( Read more... )

Turkey's in a vortex of change. They're modernizing, instating new economic policies, cracking down on human rights abuses (in some uber conservative Muslim communities they still publicly execute female alduterors), changing their outlook on international politics in our recently globalized world. Turkey wants into the EU. While these things ( Read more... )