Sunday Bloody Sunday

Through the ups and downs of being here I've come to the conclusion that Sundays are the worst day of the week. No more weekend egging you on, seminars and classes looming in the future. Everyone is in the books, quiet, non-existent. The people who are out and about are walking around with their families, talking about where to get lunch, laughing, talking. Yup, I think Sundays are the worst.

Creation of Knowledge

Yesterday I went out into the Peak District to take pollen cores, see different archaeological features, and do some profile work. Finally I had real grass underneath my feet and the sound of running water in my ears. As I was sludging through a peat bog and hiking up hills and playing in the mud something occurred to me. I've left my family, my friends, the woman I love with all of my heart, and I've spent all of my savings doing so. How and why could I do something as stupid as that? Why do I wake up everyday with an ache in my chest, lonely, tired? I left it all behind because I love archaeology. I love playing in the mud and trudging through fields. No longer will I be a consumer of knowledge. From this day forward I am a creator of knowledge. Today I join the Great Conversation. Will my longing settle...someday. Is it all worth it...only time will tell. One way or another my love of archaeology has been rekindled and I'm ready to see where it takes me.

Flat 4

3:00 AM victory pictures after we finally scared Canadian Mark out of our flat. Introducing Kevin (on the left). I think he's taking to western culture like a duck to water. Man is he good at Berrute, but it's only because he's a Jedi.

International Relations

What do you get when you drop a Columbian and an American into England? A picture of Mt. Zion and The Silver Surfer with a straw hat. Ah the international experience. At least it wasn't raining.

Boredom

It's amazing the things you'll turn to when you're bored. Not even sure how I become bored with four hours of reading everyday. I do know that when I'm bored my mind wanders, and it never sees anything good.

Evil Things

It's easy to feel safe when the Silver Surfer is protecting your flat. Unfortunately I think he's also the one that turned our homebrew cider into vinegar. Se la vi. I mean, if Alfanso can't stop him from making Max's alcoholic apple juice into crap, who can? He's wearing a construction helmet for God's sake!

Holy Old

Some of the rare views of things that aren't pubs.