secret.. fascination--- whisper a quiet tune...
archaeologists are funny.
they have no real concept of organization or documentation.
sometimes when they need to keep letters they glue them onto blank death certificates (i have no idea how they get them...)
and when they talk to people about buying artifacts from them, they are very terse and unnecessarily mean. i giggle when i look through documents.
i looked through documents for BOG BODIES (bog bodies were ritual sacrifices placed in bogs and are so well preserved that today we can identify a lot of a bog bodies' characteristics and stories..)
today i read the following in two documents:
"... Note: The five stone objects were natural and they were thrown out by me. -JR"
"... The arrowhead was found while a cow was being extricated from a drain..."
hung out with my irish guys. they're taking their "yanks" (they call me a yank. i think it's amusing.) to quinn's on wednesday night. i'm scared. because apparently it is INCREDIBLY irish.
my heart hurts, thinking that i can't see him for so long. i try not to think about it. i constantly surround myself with other people. but it doesn't help.
i really do. miss you all. and i know you would fall in love with this city like i have.
♥
they have no real concept of organization or documentation.
sometimes when they need to keep letters they glue them onto blank death certificates (i have no idea how they get them...)
and when they talk to people about buying artifacts from them, they are very terse and unnecessarily mean. i giggle when i look through documents.
i looked through documents for BOG BODIES (bog bodies were ritual sacrifices placed in bogs and are so well preserved that today we can identify a lot of a bog bodies' characteristics and stories..)
today i read the following in two documents:
"... Note: The five stone objects were natural and they were thrown out by me. -JR"
"... The arrowhead was found while a cow was being extricated from a drain..."
hung out with my irish guys. they're taking their "yanks" (they call me a yank. i think it's amusing.) to quinn's on wednesday night. i'm scared. because apparently it is INCREDIBLY irish.
my heart hurts, thinking that i can't see him for so long. i try not to think about it. i constantly surround myself with other people. but it doesn't help.
i really do. miss you all. and i know you would fall in love with this city like i have.
♥