“The old porch by which we entered, black, pocked like a skimming ladle, was uneven and deeply hollowed at the edges (like the font to which it led us), as if the gentle brushing of the country-women’s cloaks as they entered the church and of their timid fingers taking holy water could, repeated over centuries, [...]
http://www.blm.gov/ca/media/flash/fb/curse.html
This flash animation is just downright bizarre.
1) Stereotypical representations of “rednecks” and Native Americans, check.
2) GPS is evil, check.
3) Weird disappearance of Native Americans, check.
4) Spiritual possession of park rangers, check.
5) Is that a moon crater in the foreground?
Maybe my “Berkeley” hat is on too tight, but yeesh!
That’s the tentative title for my session at WAC (the World Archaeological Congress). It’s more suited for TAG, and I was intending to have a TAG session, way back when, but got busy and didn’t get around to it. Maybe next year. Maybe I’ll save the title and go with my original: Art, Archaeology and [...]
Oof, gotta take a break from negotiating the “visual turn” in text. Sometimes I wish I could just make a film to show at my orals this spring. Anyway, I was chatting with a friend about the recent virtual worlds conference in San Francisco about the world of Second Life and other recreated [...]
It was a dark and rainy day at the Presidio.
Perfect for making mudbricks, right?
Our mix was made from the backdirt from the Cabrillo College excavations over the summer, water, and some dried grass. We left out the sand, as the dirt is already very sandy. Ideally we would have dug down to subsoil [...]
I was carrying supplies back up the mountain
when I heard it, the laughter of children,
so strange in that starkness.
Pushed past the brush and scrub willow
and saw a ruined farmhouse and girls
in ragged clothes. They had rigged a swing
and were playing as though they were happy,
as if they did not know any better.
Having no way [...]
I attended a Project Archaeology workshop on Saturday and Sunday (10+ hours each day, including commute!) to train to become a local facilitator. This means that I will be certified to train local teachers on how to bring archaeology into their curriculum. This has become increasingly difficult with all the standards that were [...]
“Amid the doomsday chaos, among toppled wrecks of old City Line ferries, will stretch vast fields of bottle caps and seaweed. Adorning the mossy masts of American transatlantic lines that ran aground when the last of the water receded overnight, we shall find skeletons of Celts and Ligurians, their mouths gaping open in deference [...]
