The Dirt Diaries

If an interviewer asked me about my archaeological experiences I would start off by mentioning that it’s not as Indiana Jones makes it out to be. As cool as we would look in leather jackets, they would quickly be ruined by soil and the sharp edges of metal...

Rams or Elephants, it’s All in the Details

I find myself being a lot more conscious of smaller details in the unit as we’ve gone further down, such as noting soil changes and color shifts through the dirt on what’s hopefully pottery. With more contextual layers, I’ve also found myself trying...

You are not adequately scared brother

This week, I was told by a professor working on the site that I was not adequately scared of the work I was doing and that being more scared would make me a better archeologist. Between her fear and PHD, she was still unable to distinguish between consumer goods and...

Wall Fall, All the Way Down

More and more, as I look around, I start to see fallen rocks. Spending time doing archaeological work draws one’s attention to things that aren’t the way they once were, like buildings that stood proudly centuries ago but now sag and slump, their stones strewn across...

Writing from Far Away

Although I tragically was unable to see the progress the rest of my team made in the final two days of the week, hearing more about the plaster surface that we reached on Wednesday was very interesting. I think that by seeing layers like this– ones that could...

A Raunchy Mosaic

The further down we go, the more I find I am ruined by dirt. Everywhere I go I am looking at the dirt. I am thinking of the different colors, how to level it by removing rocks, wondering if that was ceramic or just schist. I close my eyes and I see our unit. On a much...