Reflections & Advice

    These last 5 weeks have gone by so quickly, and I’m just so happy that I got to be here, having the experience of doing archaeology in Turkey. I’ve learned so much about the process of excavation, preservation, and documentation, and I think...

Driving

Driving. Driving or riding in a car in Turkey is an experience everyone should try before they die, whether or not it brings the time of the shucking of the mortal coil closer. It is an exhilarating feeling, to know that at any point in time there is nothing between...

The lengths I will go to dive

During the average dig day, you are often faced with nothing but a lot of dirt in front of you.  This monotonous work often leaves you with the natural desire for human connection, which can lead you through a whole spectrum of conversation with anyone who may be...

Poetry in the Trenches

There once was a trench of three Which was called AC2E There was Anders the bitch And Marja the witch And Liza who liked to go pee Humid Turkish heat Makes our trench very sweaty I need a shower With trowel in hand Clear away the ancient dirt Sweat rolls off my brow I...

Getting there

A man can only take so much. Only so much slogging through contaminated fill, only finding so many topkek wrappers and redbull cans in an otherwise ancient site before he cracks. Luckily, despite engaging in over 3 weeks of both of those things, I have not yet...

Murder ad Cragum (Part 1)

I like my cases like I like my coffee: dark and bitter, with a little grit at the end. So when the dame stepped into my office, I thought she looked promising. Any dick worth his badge (or worth his pay, if he’s in my line of work) could tell she was out for blood....

Peach Cobbler

I am all for summer cookouts. The sizzle of burgers on the grill, the sensation of piping-hot cobbler mixing with freezing vanilla ice cream, the subtle hint of sweet corn in the air – I love it all. This, however, is not a common occurrence in Turkey; in fact, it...

A Libation to the Acropolis

And so it begins, the final ascent, The last couple days to go and repent To gods perched atop the acropolis high Who hold secrets close, though you may pry. They burn you with sun and flog you with heat, Those apocryphal gods who think they’re so neat. And the only...

Wrapping up

Without hesitation I would repeat this experience again. A day hasn’t gone by that I feel a little homesick or worn out, but these negative feelings pale in comparison with positives incurred. For everything I have gained, experience, knowledge, friends,...

Summer Camp for Grown-Ups

I’d like to begin this blog post with the caveat that I am not a “real” adult in any shape or form; I can barely make easy mac for myself, have to coach myself through every phone call that is not to a family member, and answer every question of, “So, what do you want...