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| Tomorrow night, homies. My whole Anthropology Department at Saint Mary's College is going to go see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! (I won't even go into that I just saw that horrendous special "documentary" on the Mysteries of the Crystal Skull on SciFi. But for serious, whomever wrote that should be getting some sort of Conspiracy Theory Winner award at connecting aliens, Atlantis, Area 51, the red rocks of the southwest - oooooo they are RED and therefore so mysteriously powerful - the face on Mars, government coverups, NASA coverups, the robot skull on the Moon, the Nazca lines in Peru, The Ancient Advanced Human/Alien Civilization That Came to Ruin Theory, computer chips, New Age-y people walking in a labyrinth to "activate" the skull's power, and generally disinheriting and disempowering the native peoples of their ability to be taken seriously when they say - and the anthro/archy specialists confirm their belief in - that their ancestors had the technology to make this skull. Way to White Man/ Western Culture the Other, SciFi Channel. *fist of victory*)
Boo-ya! At the archaeology party on Saturday Alex suggested we go in archaeology gear! I'm like: "REAL archy gear or HOLLYWOOD archy gear? Cause I don't own thigh holsters or a whip." Hahahahahhahahahaha....well, it's funny to me....
Needless to say the tight-knit Anthro Department here has been cracking constant jokes and circulating many funny documents on Dr. Jones and his apparent complete lack of archaeologist-ness-ness. Cause I SO got into archaeology/anthro because I knew I would be digging up the Ark of the Covenant or combating nazis communists. As my brother and I crack the joke every time now regarding the "excitement" of archaeology: "Grid 548...........................................................nothing."
Then, ya'know, the Nazis Communists come and kick over our site datum, thus ruining all our data.
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| Fort Ross...has worn me out.
My archaeology field school class is attempting to locate the Russian windmill at Fort Ross. Fort Ross was the southernmost expansion of the Russian American Company, whose primary trade and profit was pelts of sea mammals. They needed a climate where they could grow/raise food so their Alaskan outposts could continue clubbing baby seals, and so sent an expedition down the North American coast. They ended up at the coast North of San Francisco, and proceeded to suck at agriculture. The Spanish hated them - as every European power in that time felt as paranoid as someone playing the board-game Risk - and built some missions north of the bay to kinda hint that California was theirs. And then they proceeded to ask Fort Ross if their fine metalsmiths could cast the mission bells. *rolls eyes*
Lots of photos; behind the cut it is image-heavy.
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| Postmodernism kills my brain ded.
After the last day of Anthropological Theory, where we plunged into a two-hour discussion blitz of postmodern theory, I feel mentally drained. Like, numb. If you don't know what postmodernism is, let me break it down for you, Supernatural-style:
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