by Ian Henley | Aug 11, 2015 | Research Blog
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...
by ronnholm | Aug 11, 2015 | Research Blog
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...
by cologne | Aug 11, 2015 | Research Blog
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...
by burkhart | Aug 10, 2015 | Research Blog
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....
by mumfor1 | Aug 10, 2015 | Research Blog
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...
by Eleanor Fuelling | Aug 9, 2015 | Research Blog
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...
