<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:40:23.120-03:30</updated><category term='E.B. Tylor'/><title type='text'>The Snarky Archaeologist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-6086535513105290318</id><published>2010-05-07T11:58:00.016-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:45:50.671-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bird Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is International Migratory Bird Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seventy-five percent of all migratory birds in the US use the Gulf as a corridor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.treehugger.com/20100426-gulf-oil-slick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.treehugger.com/20100426-gulf-oil-slick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/05/you-are-underestimating-how-deadly-bp-gulf-oil-spill-will-be.php"&gt;treehugger&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over 2 weeks ago and just 52 miles southeast of Venice, Louisiana (less than the distance from Toronto to Barrie ON, or St.John's to Cupids NL), the BP Deepwater Horizon oil rig &lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/05/bp-gulf-oil-spill-timeline.php"&gt;exploded, burned, then sank&lt;/a&gt;. It has been leaking almost 800,000 litres of crude daily since then. The site is located near Chandeleur Sound, host to the Breton National Wildlife Refuge and the Delta National Wildlife Refuge. This region is home to "more than 400 species including whales, egrets, herons, otters, American alligators, bottlenose dolphins and millions of migratory birds. This is also a critical location and time for nesting and spawning of many species, including bluefin tuna, sea turtles and brown pelicans." (via &lt;a href="http://www.nwf.org/Wildlife/Wildlife-Conservation/Threats-to-Wildlife/Oil-Spill/On-the-Ground.aspx"&gt;National Wildlife Foundation&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4582145096_4f27a8d32f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4582145096_4f27a8d32f_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short-term efforts come in the form of wildlife experts and volunteers. The real scale and long-term impact of this disaster will only be known by history, as was the case with the popular comparison, the Exxon Valdez spill. One week after the BP incident, speculations were that it may take months to clean this up, and &lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/04/oil-rig-explosion-sinking-oil-slick-spill-on-fire.php"&gt;potentially damaging methods&lt;/a&gt; are already being used out of desperation. There may be hope in some innovative science and &lt;a href="http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/04/anatomy-of-an-oil-spill-cleanup.php"&gt;lessons learned from the past&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/photos/images/2010/may10/oil_above_sm/oil_above15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 491px; height: 323px;" src="http://media.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/photos/images/2010/may10/oil_above_sm/oil_above15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Rush Limbaugh thinks theres no reason to panic.&lt;br /&gt;"You do survive these things. I'm not advocating don't care about it hitting the shore or coast and whatever you can do to keep it out of there is fine and dandy, but the ocean will take care of this on its own if it was left alone and was left out there. It's natural. It's as natural as the ocean water is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, he also thinks "hardcore environmentalist wackos" blew up the rig on purpose in protest of more drilling.&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/limbaugh-environmentalists-square-off-blame-oil-leak/story?id=10542582"&gt;ABC&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/photos/images/2010/may10/oil_above_sm/oil_above13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 491px; height: 327px;" src="http://media.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/photos/images/2010/may10/oil_above_sm/oil_above13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more images &lt;a href="http://www.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/photos/2010/05/aerial-images-of-the-oil-spill.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-6086535513105290318?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6086535513105290318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=6086535513105290318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/6086535513105290318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/6086535513105290318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-bird-day.html' title='Happy Bird Day'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4582145096_4f27a8d32f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-6927712373814438703</id><published>2010-02-16T10:50:00.003-03:30</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:23:22.189-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Rough and Tumblr: Historiography and the Permanence of Autobiography in the Blogosphere</title><content type='html'>Sooo, although I tried to be more frequent in my posts, my &lt;a href="http://e-bee.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; blog was much more accessible and user-friendly for what I want to do. I need the simplistic layout, the suggestions for formatting posts for either photos, quotes, music, links, just text, etc. Since my thoughts are usually fragmented its where I can accomplish my more successful "blogging"- although its usually its just other peoples ideas recreated as mine. This blog is a blog at heart, and most days I just dont have a heart to talk about about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only strange thing about tumblr is that I never know if people are watching or not. Its like sneaking out in the middle of the night to do graffiti. Eventually someone MUST see it, but you can never really know. Another funny thing about it is when people start "following" me. Sure it shows up that so-and-so now follows me, but why?! One guy from St. John's started following my blog and he posts frequently about his thesis and designs and basically its linked to his twitter feed. Random blog connections always fascinate me- it takes so little to feel gratified in being in the blog world on the small scale as long as you get the occasional comment or follower. But I watched Julie and Julia the other night and as Julie says, for every one person that comments there must be....hundreds, at least, that dont...right? Well, I'm not sure if I'm getting hundreds who view only, but its true. People in real life have told me that they've looked in before. And I think how many blogs I follow but have never commented because what do I say? I don't know the person, they don't want advice, just praise to make it worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any anthropologists are studying the blog culture in this way- expanding social circles, the obvious link to voyeurism, the nature of the relationships people form through blogging...there must be. It's fascinating. Being a long-distance friend in real life makes it very easy to understand the community of blog friends. Some of my friends I only get updated on through reading their blogs. (I guess thats why Facebook was so successful, but thats another story). I reread my whole &lt;a href="http://sixteenthcup.livejournal.com/"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt; account not long ago, and although I never post to it, I keep it just to keep following those people who do. I started using it in July 2004!! Now that was a successful blog for me at the time. I had a lot to share back then and there were people that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt;. It hold significant meaning for me as a historical document of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing I believe attracts people to blogging. Permanence of thought and existence, reassurance that they are leaving some tangible mark on the world and for the world. It's really a revelation in history-making. I envy the future historians who might access ye olde blogosphere and realize what a gold mine of society it is. As an archaeologist I might never get the opportunity to be witness to the actual thoughts and ideologies that make people people. Despite efforts in modern archaeological theory, I don't believe this can ever happen to such an extent. The evidence left behind even to create an archaeological record makes this impossible, it's never one individual portraying themselves. Even in history, historiography represents sure one individual authour, but they are writing about others. It gives a glimpse into the position of the authour and their personal history, but only through true autobiography can a person portray their own history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be motivation enough to keep blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/sixteenthcup/pic/00006qst"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1000px; height: 180px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/sixteenthcup/pic/00006qst" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-6927712373814438703?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/6927712373814438703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=6927712373814438703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/6927712373814438703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/6927712373814438703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2010/02/rough-and-tumblr-historiography-and.html' title='Rough and Tumblr: Historiography and the Permanence of Autobiography in the Blogosphere'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-130261410405959553</id><published>2010-01-22T21:17:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:23:52.715-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Solace, my game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boniver.org/downloads.php"&gt;Bon Iver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5887763&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5887763&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5887763"&gt;Bon Iver - The Wolves (Act I and II)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/runangel"&gt;runangel&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-130261410405959553?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/130261410405959553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=130261410405959553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/130261410405959553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/130261410405959553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2010/01/solace-my-game.html' title='Solace, my game'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-8028204024206793575</id><published>2010-01-13T21:39:00.014-03:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:15:14.031-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Remind Me the Reason I Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S056FXypUnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a3X5dPZ5Qhw/s1600-h/0000qpr8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S056FXypUnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a3X5dPZ5Qhw/s400/0000qpr8.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426408833732399730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remind me why I can't spend more time in a canoe and why I can't slow down the time when I get the opportunity.People always ask me why I came to St. John's from Toronto and every time I have a hard time answering them. I shrug the questions off by saying I have family here, or I heard great things about my supervisor (which are both true)...but there must be SOMETHING that pulled me here from halfway across the country. Maybe it was the romantic vision of reconnecting with my heritage, since my grandmother was born and grew up in this province, same with my closest relatives. Maybe it was the idea of living with the ocean in my window. Maybe it was that I would be halfway across the country. Every few years I get the pull inside my chest to uproot myself and live somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S056grt2QEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vp3uZApzbOc/s1600-h/SOES+Reunion+Canoe+Trip+July+27th+-+Aug+2nd+2007+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S056grt2QEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vp3uZApzbOc/s320/SOES+Reunion+Canoe+Trip+July+27th+-+Aug+2nd+2007+071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426409302937452610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be a new city or a new province. I applied to Memorial with a strong level of confidence for being accepted and googled all the interesting places and shops I could enjoy while I was here. But since I've been here I've hardley been to any restaurants or bars, hardley been able to explore beyond the tolerance of my legs walking up and down hills for a few hours, and tend to revisit the same places over and over. While I did the same in both Hamilton and Toronto I never felt as limited as I do here. It is an island, and maybe I'm getting cabin fever from being isolated by ocean from the rest of Canada. No freedom to hop on a train and travel to different cities and provinces. To be fair, there is much of this gorgeous province that I have yet to experience, but with limited means and opportunities to do so. I feel badly enough calling upon my cousin whenever I need a lift to the pet store, since the bussing experience is less than enjoyable, let alone asking me few friends if they want to take a road trip. I'm not that brave, or close to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I think would get me motivated to get outside and be part of group events is a photography club. Unfortunately, the university doesn't organize such a thing, and I find it outrageous to imagine paying to be part of such an experience, since I don't do it to become better or to hone my professional skills. I do it for the thrill and satisfaction of finding a moment worthy of preserving, of being outside and turning on my imagination and heightening my senses in search of beauty. I wonder how far my reach would extend if I took the initiative to start this myself... I am again lacking the resources to give guidance on locations, techniques and equipment, but maybe there are other people like me, looking for a means to achieve the same ends. I would even loan out my cameras for the day. Maybe I'll just start looking into places I could go alone to get back on the wagon. I am way out of practice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S057GbLNdsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7SoTccULwVU/s1600-h/Image+Hosted+by+ImageShack.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S057GbLNdsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7SoTccULwVU/s320/Image+Hosted+by+ImageShack.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426409951332234946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something that has always instantly inspired me is the excursion, the journey into the wilderness, canoeing, hiking, lugging, lifting, groaning and becoming sore from overworked muscles, and generally enjoying myself in the torture of pushing myself beyond normal (sloth-like) operating functions. It has been too long since I've felt that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could bypass the rest of my foreseeable future, to access the unknown time yet to come, for an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-8028204024206793575?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://radio3.cbc.ca/bands/Make-Your-Exit' title='Remind Me the Reason I Came'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/8028204024206793575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=8028204024206793575&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/8028204024206793575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/8028204024206793575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2010/01/remind-me-reason-i-came.html' title='Remind Me the Reason I Came'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S056FXypUnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/a3X5dPZ5Qhw/s72-c/0000qpr8.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-4581586532128618971</id><published>2010-01-11T21:11:00.019-03:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:11:26.058-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Neanderthal Doesn't Want to Stand Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S0vRFn4L-nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hnm2zX4taWE/s1600-h/IMG_4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S0vRFn4L-nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hnm2zX4taWE/s400/IMG_4415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425660070632094322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't seem to keep this going no matter how much I want to (from time to time). I open the page to check the blogs I follow, get inspired, and then lose all interest when I read my old posts or look at the main page. My puppydogblog outside in the cold, scratching at the door.&lt;div&gt;It's a grey-ocean day and kind of reflects my sentiments on being back in St. John's. In some ways there is always the enticing mystery of the ocean waiting to be discovered, but when it comes down to it, it's just frigid, vast and dangerous. I miss the spontaneity of living in Hamilton where &lt;a href="http://www.scjag.com/mp3/jag/wolves2.mov"&gt;friends could drop in&lt;/a&gt;...and would. Mini-escapes have now been replaced by long-term plans, extravagant air travel, obligation to take advantage of the visiting time by seeing everyone, and confusion about where I feel more at home- alone or in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S0vNMaEkR4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W98imq7PFhM/s1600-h/fire+cracker+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 0 10px 10pxcursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S0vNMaEkR4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W98imq7PFhM/s320/fire+cracker+river.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425655789138495362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to plot the course for the rest of my necessary time here, break it up into manageable pieces and set goals to make it to each piece. And to muster some interest in getting to that last piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-4581586532128618971?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://e-bee.tumblr.com/post/183008467/cootes-paradise-hamilton-on' title='The Neanderthal Doesn&apos;t Want to Stand Up'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4581586532128618971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=4581586532128618971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/4581586532128618971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/4581586532128618971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2010/01/neanderthal-doesnt-want-to-stand-up.html' title='The Neanderthal Doesn&apos;t Want to Stand Up'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/S0vRFn4L-nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hnm2zX4taWE/s72-c/IMG_4415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-7031084806139174737</id><published>2009-06-23T17:15:00.008-02:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:40:30.837-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Off to See the Wizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alexhluch.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/oz_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://alexhluch.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/oz_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've packed up and shipped out...at least, all the non perishable food, camping gear, notebooks, dig kits, etc. etc. necessary for 5-8 people for 48 days in the field. 56 days from the day of departure from St.John's on July 2 to Lewisporte where we stay overnight and prepare to catch a &lt;a href="http://labradormarine.com/Bond.jpg"&gt;ferry&lt;/a&gt; overnight to Goose Bay. In Goose Bay we buy perishables, last minute items we forgot about, and perhaps beer. We stay overnight and leave the next day for Rigolet on a new &lt;a href="http://labradormarine.com/Ranger.jpg"&gt;ferry&lt;/a&gt;. In Rigolet we pick up our 50+ shipped packages, hire 1-3 kids for our crew, and perhaps buy beer. From there we get a boat ride in some guy's boat to our site. Speaking of, I'm pretty sure google maps updated their imaging of &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=st.+john%27s&amp;amp;daddr=lewisporte+to:goose+bay+to:rigolet&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=43.687736,-79.387207&amp;amp;sspn=0.764633,1.543579&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;ll=50.625073,-63.720703&amp;amp;spn=10.737557,24.697266&amp;amp;z=5"&gt;the Rigolet region&lt;/a&gt; from the last time I checked, since you can zoom in pretty far around Snooks Cove.&lt;br /&gt;We have a break during the weekend of August 8-9th, which also happens to be the Annual Rigolet &lt;a href="http://www.thebigland.ca/salmonfest.html"&gt;Salmon Festival&lt;/a&gt;! From then it's really only a couple weeks until we fly out of Rigolet to Goose Bay, change plans to a bigger one and fly to St. John's. That way we get outta there ASAP, back to mattresses, running hot water, fresh food, and kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to gather all those things to entertain myself without the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SkGLAFzRIhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/s5HYP6FZQMQ/s1600-h/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SkGLAFzRIhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/s5HYP6FZQMQ/s320/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350710665966330386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-7031084806139174737?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.damnilikethat.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/oz-ruby-slippers-door-stop.jpg' title='Off to See the Wizard'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/7031084806139174737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=7031084806139174737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/7031084806139174737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/7031084806139174737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-to-see-wizard.html' title='Off to See the Wizard'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SkGLAFzRIhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/s5HYP6FZQMQ/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-4101647845971751966</id><published>2009-03-27T16:15:00.014-02:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:13:11.493-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Wanderlust, united in movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/Sc03XxhBlOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TUKSjApmwLA/s1600-h/showArticleImage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 5pt 0px 0px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/Sc03XxhBlOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TUKSjApmwLA/s320/showArticleImage-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317967616562795746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started to think today that maybe I have come to a point where I am no longer afraid or anxious about the future. Maybe all it took was graduating, moving to a new city, and actually discovering that its easy to do something different, to live here, alone, doing something that I was afraid I might fail at. I am not afraid to be away from the people close to me (although the pangs of worry still come that if something happens to one of them it will take a lot to get there). I am not afraid of having of being stuck in a boring lifestyle, or stuck doing something that I might not care about. I think of all the possibilities, instead of the limitations. I sometimes feel good being surrounded by the unknown- people, places, direction. I look forward to having the opportunity of feeling 'finished', and being at a point where I can say, 'ok, what can I do next.' I've been doing courses and school and research for so long, and soon I will not have to worry about getting that essay in on time, cramming my readings in last minute. As of this summer I will be on my own schedule, doing work solely determined by my goals and methods, and will have one year until any real deadlines press on me.&lt;br /&gt;Then what?&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to get to that point of not knowing. I could go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt; and do almost anything. Will I choose to go back to Ontario? Will I discover an exciting project that will &lt;a href="http://74.125.93.104/search?q=cache:6kEaPc7hLv8J:pubs.aina.ucalgary.ca/arctic/Arctic33-3-585.pdf+landscape+OR+archaeology+%22canoe+survey%22&amp;amp;cd=14&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;gl=ca&amp;amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;inspire me&lt;/a&gt; to further research in a PhD? Will I just take a break from school life, find a job...just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; somewhere. Will something totally unforeseen come into play that will determine all this for me? Will I come into a lot of money and just travel the world?&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="304" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3718200&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=ff9933&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3718200&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=ff9933&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="304" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I imagine it would be like this?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something like this I wished for?&lt;br /&gt;Or will I want more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-4101647845971751966?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/4101647845971751966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=4101647845971751966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/4101647845971751966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/4101647845971751966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanderlust-united-in-movement.html' title='Wanderlust, united in movement'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/Sc03XxhBlOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TUKSjApmwLA/s72-c/showArticleImage-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-1690303374930712319</id><published>2009-03-05T22:36:00.009-03:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:21:02.005-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Decent Proposal</title><content type='html'>Progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SbCOKmfkVuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fMdMgTybFo4/s1600-h/01_psycho_kamen_1955aprmay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SbCOKmfkVuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fMdMgTybFo4/s400/01_psycho_kamen_1955aprmay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309900273452603106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I presented my research proposal to the Anthro/Arch department, faculty and students. It was about 15 min of me discussing the context of my research, why it's important, what questions I'm asking, and what methods I anticipate using in the field and the lab. It was super nerve racking before hand, and during, so much so that I went to take a sip of water in between slides and didn't tilt the bottle far enough back to actually get anything because I didn't want to take up too much time in silence. My mouth got pretty dry, but I was successful the second time before the question period. Only a few people asked questions, all of which of course were not ones that I had anticipated or expected would be asked. After that was all finished, everyone but faculty was asked to leave the room, where they conversed for a few minutes and we all stood around in the MA's office wondering what was taking so long. We assumed they were discussing dinner plans, weekend plans, or otherwise unrelates things. It was probably true, because by the time I was called back in to collect my computer, there were only 3 or 4 people left. My supervisor said no one had any complaints and were very pleased, especially with the pretty images and layout of my powerpoint.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SbCKalcrSUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LpuU8rRUglY/s1600-h/Hamilton+Inlet+resources+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SbCKalcrSUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LpuU8rRUglY/s400/Hamilton+Inlet+resources+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896150003435842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also applied for more grant money from MUN's Institute of Social and Economic Research (ISER) and had just finished printing my app for the J.R. Smallwood Foundation grant when I received news that it was canceled for the year. dinger. ISER is more money, and will cover the real costs of my fieldwork and lab needs, including (hopefully) the awesome chance to go to Ottawa (technically an offshoot building in Alymer QC) to the Canadian Museum of Nature's Zooarchaeological Identification Centre, where I can identify any bones from my excavation that are a mystery, based on the limited comparative collection we have at MUN. I can stay with my super cousin and her cute 3 year old who live close by. A visit to the National Archives would also be in order, to investigate for any Hudson's Bay trading post records from Labrador in the 19th C. Overall, a paid trip to hang out with my family, do fun research affiliated with a museum, and get a break from St. John's. &lt;br /&gt;So that's that in terms of my research. No more presentations on it until next year when I talk for half an hour on 'what I did during my summer holidays' excavating, and how it has (probably) entirely changed the direction of my project, as per usual. And only one more application asking for money from the provincial archaeology office. Just term work for the next month (lame). I expect to be finished by April 8 and my plans beyond that point are uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Ontario is likely at some point between then and July, other than for my dad's wedding in June, before I go &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;hl=en&amp;msa=0&amp;msid=108135880630529109061.0004582837a922c68735e&amp;ll=53.605544,-57.194824&amp;spn=6.32479,21.599121&amp;t=h&amp;z=6"&gt;into the wild&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-1690303374930712319?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/1690303374930712319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=1690303374930712319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/1690303374930712319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/1690303374930712319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2009/03/decent-proposal.html' title='A Decent Proposal'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SbCOKmfkVuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fMdMgTybFo4/s72-c/01_psycho_kamen_1955aprmay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-2497158469286283104</id><published>2009-01-20T11:21:00.006-03:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:14:11.459-03:30</updated><title type='text'>That is sooo Fetch</title><content type='html'>I've taught my cat how to retrieve a bouncy foamy ball if I throw it down the hall. She doesn't care about fetching the non-foamy ones. It's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lolcats.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lolcats.com/images/u/07/22/lolcatsdotcombtl138k9j39veehb.jpg" border="0" alt="lolcats funny cat pictures"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, not much news. Haven't had more than one class since I've been back, due to some sickness (not me), meeting, and plain old scheduling. &lt;br /&gt;The meeting was put on by the Rooms museum for the Provincial Archaeology Office, the Nunatsiavut Government. It was for all grads doing archaeology in the province, since these are the main people we'll have to deal with for getting permits, submitting reports, housing materials, etc. It was pretty boring at most times. After the presentations we got a tour of the Rooms collections storage facilities in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a coffee shop called &lt;a href="http://www.coffeematters.ca/"&gt;Coffee Matters&lt;/a&gt;, a local version or high-class coffee, chocolates, and a few baked goods and sandwiches. So far its the only place I have heard of or been in that has free wireless, good coffee, and a nice sitting environment. There are always at least 2 others with their laptops out. But there are also a lot of chatty Newfies from young to old. The kind of crowd you'd get at Second Cup in Westdale, but less students. Its downtown, and expensive, thus out of range for most uni kids. At least this location on &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps?f=d&amp;source=s_d&amp;saddr=1+Howley+Ave,+St+John%27s,+NL&amp;daddr=1+Military+Rd,+St.+John%27s,+NL+A1C+2C3+(Coffee+Matters)&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=%3BFRLh1QIdtdXb_CFujo2QpJUbYQ&amp;mra=cc&amp;dirflg=w&amp;sll=47.56987,-52.708025&amp;sspn=0.02797,0.054417&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;ll=47.56923,-52.711587&amp;spn=0.013985,0.041456&amp;t=h&amp;z=15"&gt;Military Rd&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to be a productive reader today, even though I have been up since 8am. Had to drop a reading assignment off at 9, then picked up 2 old rolls of film I found while digging up my camera stuff. One roll turned out to be from Homeplace Ranch in Alberta, where I worked in the summer after first year. I can't believe its been hiding all that time. The second roll was from last December, my grandpa's birthday and Christmassy type stuff. Not all the shots turned out, but enough to get excited about. I'm supposed to be reading the last 190 pages of a &lt;a href="http://books.google.ca/books?id=EDEbBueLDmgC&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;dq=chiefdoms+and+other+archaeological+dilusions&amp;ei=3gx2SaeVGIjClQThqZi_Dw"&gt;text&lt;/a&gt; for Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Id rather be designing the plans for my own cafe, that wouldnt be as expensive, and would have much better goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Snark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-2497158469286283104?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2497158469286283104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=2497158469286283104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/2497158469286283104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/2497158469286283104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2009/01/that-is-sooo-fetch.html' title='That is sooo Fetch'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-571051367104449724</id><published>2008-12-10T00:35:00.002-03:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:11:07.100-03:30</updated><title type='text'>T'is the season to be smarmy</title><content type='html'>The course work is complete! Semester one of MUN archaeology is over, save the intensive lab hours I will be clocking until my departure for Ontario. I have gotten back into the swing of &lt;a href="http://animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/site/accounts/specimens/Phocidae.html"&gt;faunal identification&lt;/a&gt; and have logged away over 400 pieces. Most of the assemblage consists of seals, canids, caribou, birds, and a crap load of cod. There are of course mystery items in the loot bag, but for this project, the goal is just to get a basic idea of what we have at the site. If its obvious, I side and age the bone, but most of the time that's not possible (or just too tedious). I must admit there have been Sharpie headache highs, and bone dust baths, but overall it's been good to get back into practice. &lt;br /&gt;Next semester I have been signed on to be the TA for the Collections Management 3rd year course. It's a night class on Wednesdays, not coincidentally the same night &lt;a href="http://www.therooms.ca/"&gt;The Rooms&lt;/a&gt; has free admission. My duties will include the regular marking as well as being in charge of the tutorial portion of the class time, and even some lecturing. It's exciting, and makes me feel less envious of the exciting developments in Ontario archaeology collections. I can't say I have no regrets about not accepting Neal Ferris' offer at UWO, but I could never say I would rather live in London...smarm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas in T-15 days. My expectations:&lt;br /&gt;~board games&lt;br /&gt;~drinks&lt;br /&gt;~baked goods&lt;br /&gt;~Battlestar Galactica marathon&lt;br /&gt;~family turmoil&lt;br /&gt;~drinks&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/afarensis/upload/2006/12/galago%201.jpg"&gt;mammal party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~tears&lt;br /&gt;~old friends&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/popups/popup_zoomviewer.jsp?productid=833146&amp;color=blu"&gt;new clothes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~black cat squishing&lt;br /&gt;~drinks&lt;br /&gt;~mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/506/"&gt;overall chaos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just fast-forward through the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=429034&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=ff9933&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=429034&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=ff9933&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/429034"&gt;Capucine sings Christmas songs&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user115775"&gt;Capucha&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-571051367104449724?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/571051367104449724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=571051367104449724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/571051367104449724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/571051367104449724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-to-be-smarmy.html' title='T&apos;is the season to be smarmy'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-3062574055018665823</id><published>2008-11-22T14:23:00.011-03:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:56:14.319-03:30</updated><title type='text'>dear government, it's me again</title><content type='html'>Welcome Welcome...&lt;br /&gt;To the beginning of what I hope will be a not-necessarily-long yet prosperous career in archaeology. My Masters program so far has fueled the fire of my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Couch_potato"&gt;laziness&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/Timeline_(RDM)"&gt;procrastination&lt;/a&gt;, which in turn has resulted in many things including not posting to the blarg as early in the game as I had wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;First order of business, my research proposal. This is what I have used so far to apply for grants to &lt;a href="http://www.sshrc.ca/web/apply/students_e.asp"&gt;SSHRC&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ainc-inac.gc.ca/nth/st/nstp/index-eng.asp"&gt;NSTP&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://web.uvic.ca/~cdnzarch/The_Dienje_Kenyon_Fellowship2008.htm"&gt;Dienje Kenyon Fellowship&lt;/a&gt;. Hopefully, as I am the only new student in my cohort at MUN, I will have a better chance at being awarded all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SShNABu0hbI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUywMWWQB_w/s1600-h/101-96-066-2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SShNABu0hbI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUywMWWQB_w/s320/101-96-066-2123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271548026697319858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Proposal of Research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The archaeological site of Snooks Cove, in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/ms?hl=en&amp;gl=ca&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;oe=UTF8&amp;msa=0&amp;msid=108135880630529109061.0004582837a922c68735e&amp;ll=53.87844,-58.677979&amp;spn=2.888762,6.525879&amp;t=h&amp;z=7"&gt;Hamilton Inlet&lt;/a&gt;, southern Labrador, was an Inuit settlement occupied from the pre-contact period through AD 1950. Between AD 1820 and AD 1950 the settlement operated as a trading post where several Inuit families resided. (Fitzhugh 1977; Jordan and Kaplan 1980). Until recently, this later historic period of Inuit-European contact has received little attention from archaeologists. This is largely because it is very difficult for archaeologists to determine the ethnicity of households in southern and central Labrador since the Inuit, European settlers, and Métis families all occupied very similar looking sod dwellings (Fitzhugh 1972; Jordan 1974, 1978; Jordan and Kaplan 1980; Kaplan 1983; Woollett 1999, 2003). For my Masters thesis at Memorial University (MUN) I will develop criteria for archaeologically distinguishing Inuit, Métis and European ethnicity on the basis of faunal remains. To do this I will examine the faunal remains collected from one of the Inuit houses at Snooks Cove. My research will involve one field season of excavation followed by the analysis of the faunal remains. I will 1) determine what species are present and how they are distributed at the site, 2) examine the bones for evidence of butchering practices by analysing cut marks on the animal bones (by mapping the distribution of cut marks in specific skeletal portions, I may create a model, or models, of animal processing), and 3) compare my results to extant collections from Inuit, Métis and European households excavated by Dr. Lisa Rankin’s (MUN) team elsewhere in southern Labrador to determine what faunal remains can reveal about the ethnicity of the site occupants. I will also comment on the general subsistence economy and seasonality of Snooks Cove during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Special focus will be given to the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rangergord/36928250/in/set-556305/"&gt;butchering techniques&lt;/a&gt;, evident on the important species, practiced by the inhabitants of the site in an attempt to reveal their ethnic identity. I hope to discover evidence in the faunal remains that correlates to a change in sod-house architecture through time in this region, which will help reinforce the theory of hybridity in my zooarchaeological analysis. Certain theoretical perspectives will be considered when addressing issues of cultural interaction, hybridization, and identity in the faunal remains. Historical zooarchaeology will give relevance to the faunal material in an ecological context, and will help to address the archaeological dilemma of hunter-gatherer subsistence with domestic influences. Finally, a direct historic approach will aid interpretations of community and butchering practices. This later period of Labrador occupation was one of great economic and cultural change and it is imperative to investigate beyond historical documentation and create an archaeological milieu for Inuit, Métis and European interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Context&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Previous analyses have already been conducted on faunal remains up to the 18th century from sites in the Narrows. Changes to subsistence can be seen archaeologically as European contact increased in this area. Therefore, Snooks Cove in an excellent site to continue this research. My faunal analysis will be based on the belief that the Inuit ate different food and treated animal remains differently than the Europeans. However, not all of the animal remains that I encounter will be food animals, I must also anticipate the presence of fur bearing mammals in the assemblage and compare the treatment of these fur bearers to those recovered from Labrador Métis sites to see if they were treated differently. It is expected that this will be the case because Métis trappers, while valuing traditional Inuit practices of their Inuit wives, likely learned to process animals in a European fashion (Beaudoin 2008). I will have to approach the interpretation of animal use with these cultural distinctions in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Methodology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Excavating Snooks Cove will require a predetermined methodology in order to ensure the 6-8 week field season will yield the best possible faunal assemblage. The site has not been excavated since the 1970s (Jordan 1974, 1977; Kaplan 1983). Over the next three summers, PhD student Brian Pritchard (MUN Archaeology) will excavate the Inuit houses, as identified by Anglican and &lt;a href="http://link.library.utoronto.ca/inuitmoravian/index.cfm"&gt;Moravian&lt;/a&gt; missionary records, to determine if the inside layouts have a specific signature. Field assistants from MUN and the local community will also participate. The site is expected to yield a large faunal collection, as well as historic artifacts, such as ceramics, which will help to solidify a date for the house occupation. 19th Inuit houses century typically have a large midden in the entranceway, therefore this unique relationship will be important to investigate in excavation. Excavation will consist of 1m by 1m units with 10cm levels. Back dirt will be screened through a fine mesh to retain the maximum amount of faunal material. A total station machine will be used to record the location of artifacts. This can also be used to record significant faunal material to create a distribution map of house and midden structures. Soil samples will be taken from the house floor, hearth, doorway, and midden to contribute to the faunal representation by increasing the species diversity and providing further comparative data between important task spaces. The size and number of samples will depend on the logistics of returning to the university. Any samples can later be analysed by the paleoethnobotany class at MUN to find plant remains and reveal the presence of species whose remains may not be seen during excavation.&lt;br /&gt;     A field lab will be set up at the site for preliminary sorting to reduce later laboratory categorisation. I will implement the use of a modified bone information card, consisting of certain criteria for identification (species, taxon, element, cultural modifications) for labeling cut marked bone. This will allow easy reference to specific pieces when I create a Microsoft Excel database for the assemblage. This database will determine what species were present and facilitate further quantitative analysis of the material to recreate the subsistence economy at Snooks Cove. It is expected that seals and fur bearing mammals will comprise a large portion of this collection, therefore I will consult historical, ethnographic and ethnoarchaeological sources for any depictions of they way in which these species were killed, skinned and portioned. Analogy might also be made with previous studies of seal remains and butchering (Lyman 1979, 1992; Lyman et al. 1992), current governmental guidelines for seal hunting, or other modern hunting or trapping practices. Combined with a critical analysis of the cut marks, this documentation might help me construct a visual model for how seals or fur bearing mammals were butchered. In this way, I will contribute to the archaeology of Labrador with one of the most comprehensive and exclusively faunal studies conducted on the later historic Labrador Inuit in the Hamilton Inlet. My work may also be seen as a model of culture change for contact period archaeology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than developing this mega-proposal, I work (sometimes) in the prehistory lab in the basement maze of laboratories. I am cataloguing (identifying species, bone element and side, age, etc.) faunal remains from Snack Cove 3 (FkBg-3) House 3, a site analysed for &lt;a href="http://www.ucs.mun.ca/~lrankin/brewster.html"&gt;Natalie Brewster's&lt;/a&gt; thesis in 2005. This is just to get a sense of what material is there, not necessarily to use in any immediate research. I have also  been asked by my supervisor if I would be interested in analysing the faunal material from one of her PhD students' projects. This will begin after Christmas once he knows how much material there is...and how much grant money to pay me. It will be the same kind of work, but also involves writing a small report on what I did to include in his dissertation appendix, and credit me with a citation or co-authourship in any article published on this research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be sufficient for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-3062574055018665823?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3062574055018665823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=3062574055018665823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/3062574055018665823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/3062574055018665823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-government-its-me-again.html' title='dear government, it&apos;s me again'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SShNABu0hbI/AAAAAAAAABI/xUywMWWQB_w/s72-c/101-96-066-2123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-565549804643934699</id><published>2007-11-30T23:37:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:41:44.644-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Prime Directive</title><content type='html'>So I've been watching a lot of Star Trek this year, and as I'm sure everyone who watches knows, there is a *very* anthropological basis for the show. I've always believed that Captain Picard most embodies the theories and aura of an anthropologist best with his strong belief in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prime_Directive"&gt;The Prime Directive&lt;/a&gt;. Although he may also be compared to anthropologists of the past and 'arm-chair' tendencies with his stoic and seemingly detached facade, usually sending away missions sans Captain. Kirk may be compared to an even earlier version of anthropologists, such as the early explorers, before we adopted complex theories of culture and society and modern applications. Janeway is way too erratic and sassy (and no, not because she is a woman) to even BE a good anthropologist, but I admit, she takes the temporal Prime Directive very seriously...especially with her numerous encounters with past or future selves and friends. Archer is just too new to me and doesn't have the rapport or presence of Picard (obviously), but he is a great contemporary explorer and down to earth captain, comparable perhaps to up-and-coming graduate anthropologists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pondering the similarity of this epic theme and current anthropology for a long time, but never felt I had a strong grasp of relevant contemporary theory to comment on it knowledgeably. It recently occurred in daily discussions that the subject of cultural relativism in relation to ethics and moral behaviour appeared. &lt;br /&gt;Cultural relativism is generally considered the theoretical antidote to ethnocentrism. Ethnocentrism is a phenomenon that happens, more often than not, by accident. It is when "we" impose culturally constructed values on "the other", insisting that it is the better way. The intrinsic nature of culture is that it is being constantly constructed when individuals grow up learning specific traditions of knowledge and beliefs that are passed from generation to generation, being contested and changed with time (Clifford and Marcus 1986). It can become what some people call "human nature/instinct". Many people justify behaviours, such as violence, as one of these "instincts". In blaming our ancient predecessors and closest relatives and their wild and unpredictable behaviours, people feel ok about the atrocious actions of human beings by attributing them to biological blueprints from our ancestral DNA.&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering how this relates back to Star Trek, but The Prime Directive addresses the idea of whether or not to intervene in the affairs of other cultures (although in Star Trek, a temporal aspect is also a concern, since we don't have the technology for everyday time travel...yet). This ethical dilemma has been a huge part of the controversial involvement of &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/05/world/asia/05afghan.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin"&gt;anthropologists in Iraq&lt;/a&gt; since some claim that by doing this, the army has enlisted double agents to help them be &lt;a href="http://savageminds.org/2007/10/11/marshall-sahlins-on-anthropologists-in-iraq/"&gt;more successful&lt;/a&gt; in the war (if success is even possible). Others, including these Army Anthropologists, see the value in having a cultural mediator and interpreter to help reduce the number of deaths due to misunderstandings in this "quagmire". One might think that all soldiers and foreign correspondents, such as journalists, should sit in on Anthropology 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do we interfere because we think it's wrong? Or do we let it slide because it falls under that cautious category of cultural belief? Can we boldly go where no one has gone before? Just like Star Trak has demonstrated time and time again, there is no textbook answer. It's all relative to the severity of the actions being interfered with and the way the person interfering approaches the issue. &lt;br /&gt;In the end, anthropology is the final frontier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-565549804643934699?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/565549804643934699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=565549804643934699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/565549804643934699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/565549804643934699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2007/11/prime-directive.html' title='The Prime Directive'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-855416593478774344</id><published>2007-09-23T18:02:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:09:09.077-02:30</updated><title type='text'>happily lost in translation</title><content type='html'>In light of recent events, including my friend going off to France to teach English at a school, as well as a discussion in class about studying Anthropology in other countries, I decided to research anything I could find on French Anthropology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl in my class had studied in France and she shared her experiences. What I took away was that French Anthropologists are focussed on different theories and methods from what I've been learning in Canada. She mentioned an emphasis on continued studies of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_L%C3%A9vi-Strauss"&gt;Levi-Strauss'&lt;/a&gt; ideas and theory that we in Canada have been taught to think of as a part of history that we have progressed away from. However, she also made sure to convey the attitude of change and desire to move away from these older ideas in French studies, and that they aren't all convinced that Levi-Strauss is the be all and end all of anthropological theory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came across an interesting link, from none other than Wikipedia, to an anthropological social network called &lt;a href="http://www.movinganthropology.de/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=5&amp;Itemid=28"&gt;MASN&lt;/a&gt;. As I discovered, it is a meeting place, not unlike a blog, with links to anything you could ever want to learn about Anthropology. It includes a forum for anthro students around the world to congregate, links to anthropology references, journals, and blogs. It is free to join and my impression is encouragement of idea-sharing. What I really liked about the self-written description of the site is that "everyone should consider her/himself as a node in the network where new threads can connect and enlargen the existing network". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have been increasingly curious about Anthropology in other countries, as my own undergraduate educational career in Anthropology comes to an end and I consider my future in this field. I think it's important for Canadian students to get a grasp on what is out there beyond studying Canada's (and subsequently, Europe's) history. One negative I have noticed, and I'm sure I am not alone in this, is that most Canadian universities don't offer studies on international anthropological pasts. I can also understand that there is only so much students can learn and only so many courses universities can offer (financially), however, I have had to dig in on my own time to research any information on anthropology (especially archaeology) in other countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, Canadian archaeology is somewhat of a limited field, because there are essetianlly 2 main streams of history that are studied- European contact and Native Canadian culture. I am in no way claiming that indigenous peoples' cultures in Canada has not changed greatly, but the foundations of these cultures are still existent today (if in no other way than the names of these peoples and their personal struggles to maintain tradition in a modern world). In my opinion, archaeology in "the old world" could be considered more variable, simply due to the massive amount of cultures that have emerged and died out. Everything from the thousand years of Egyptian existence, the Celts, Roman empire, Gaul, Ottoman empire, Ancient Greece, Norse, Chinese empire, India, and the massive histories in Africa (which to biological anthropologists is considered the origins of the human species itself). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but I think the point is that in Canada, some students, such as myself, long for a more fantastical foreign field of study. I cannot speak for international students of anthropology, but we have grown up learning about the indigenous peoples of Canada and European contact as the foundation of our history classes beginning in elementary school. To put it bluntly, it gets tiring. Obviously when students reach the stage of university level studies, the interest and attention to detail is what drives us, but what is missing is the excitement of learning about something totally different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot to be said for reflexivity in anthropology, and I think this is a clear case of considering one's position in anthropological thought. There has been a shift in anthropology, especially cultural, in studying one's own niche in society. I realize that some people may consider this more difficult, because it requires constant consciousness of biases, but maybe because I am a romantic and have always seen myself as traveling and discovering new places, but one of the core motivations for anthropology's beginnings was the excitement of learning about different peoples. Nowadays the world has become so small due to globalization that there are no people that are unknown, and the word "remote" has been eradicated from a modern anthropologists vocabulary. This makes it harder for some students who have traditional ideas about the adventure and excitement of anthropology in new settings because someone has always gotten there first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read about ancient Chinese artifacts being found that lead to new discoveries from an already studied culture. I have heard stories from my mother's travels http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifin Costa Rica where she hiked past artifacts from unnamed and unstudied cultures in the jungle. I see photos of tombs yielding new mummies that fill in the historical gaps of the popular field of Egyptology. These are just examples of what I draw hope from for the fulfillment of my goals in Anthropology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has gone off in a direction that I did not expect, but I guess it all ties together in this link that I found. I hope that anyone who reads this will have their interest piqued as much as mine has been. I think this is the beginning of a new direction for anthropology, not only collaboration between the four subdisciplines,  but internationally as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-855416593478774344?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/855416593478774344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=855416593478774344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/855416593478774344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/855416593478774344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2007/09/happily-lost-in-translation.html' title='happily lost in translation'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-2984669405557309232</id><published>2007-09-22T01:55:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:05:38.545-02:30</updated><title type='text'>she blinded me with science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&amp;id=941"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smbc-comics.com/comics/20070921.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i would get a disarticulated skeleton for my birthday *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Snark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-2984669405557309232?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/2984669405557309232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=2984669405557309232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/2984669405557309232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/2984669405557309232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-blinded-me-with-science.html' title='she blinded me with science'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8419494715644594236.post-3603066805875495131</id><published>2007-09-20T21:01:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:33:33.622-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E.B. Tylor'/><title type='text'>not your mothers armchair anthropology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/RvMEWq51xII/AAAAAAAAAAU/P87mnVJSwtk/s1600-h/Edward_Burnett_Tylor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/RvMEWq51xII/AAAAAAAAAAU/P87mnVJSwtk/s320/Edward_Burnett_Tylor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112434789516166274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Greetings Anthrobots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This really isn't what one would expect from an anthropological blog per se, but I have been inspired to bring together a collection of thoughts and interests that come up in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; an anthropology student, however, I do not pretend to be an expert in any way. I do believe that anthropology these days is becoming increasingly relevant to all&lt;br /&gt;areas of study and life, therefore I present this blog. While being assigned to research anthropology blogs for a theory class, I decided that it would be something snazzy to come up with one of my own as a way of organizing my thoughts  and resources in anthropology. (Plus this cool name came up in class and I am somewhat of a nerd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am far from the politically correct anthropologist that is desired at a 4th year level, and&lt;br /&gt;anything slightly offensive or uncouth is purely for entertainment purposes. In fact, I dislike most of the human species as a whole, and I think the global culture that has developed in much of the world is revolting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On that note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hope that people who come across this (by my encouragement, or just by accident) will contribute their ideas with the aim of creating a delightful discussion and parietal-provoking pontification!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheerio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8419494715644594236-3603066805875495131?l=snarkyarchy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/feeds/3603066805875495131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8419494715644594236&amp;postID=3603066805875495131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/3603066805875495131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8419494715644594236/posts/default/3603066805875495131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snarkyarchy.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-your-mothers-arm-chair-anthropology.html' title='not your mothers armchair anthropology'/><author><name>the snark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02945988237307424939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/SRYHNO7ro_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/l6as35L5wzM/S220/e_business_04.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8vbQy_98kI/RvMEWq51xII/AAAAAAAAAAU/P87mnVJSwtk/s72-c/Edward_Burnett_Tylor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
