Morning all. This post starts with a disclaimer, I am on the organising committee for the conference in question!
ICAP (International Conference on Archaeological Prospection) will be in Bradford, UK this year. I was elected to the committee after Chrys Pope-Carter bravely raised the lack of women involved at the previous meeting. I pushed for them to look at the Inclusive Archaeology Project (https://inclusivearchaeology.wordpress.com/) various folks helped create a while back and they have acted on them!
This year there will be the usual full and student rates, but also a heavily reduced rate for early career people working outside universities – people 5 years or less from graduation. There are also day rates (that include full conference abstracts and access to whatever social event is happening on the day you attend) and a special rate for the Friday when the AGM and some special sessions that will be of particular use to non-academic prospection people.
They have also asked me to look at the documents from the Inclusive Archaeology website and make a matrix of further actions they can take. Hurrah! Well done Chrys and well done to all the people who put the Inclusive Archaeology material together.
I’ve been here just over a week now, and just completed my first whole week (e.g. five days) at work. It’s good, if colder and hillier than I am used to. I have broken all of my Dutch clothes out of storage (and in the process discovered that I am a bit rounder than I was :/). I am experimenting with going back to the way I tried to organise myself during my PhD as a way to cope with the pretty freeform nature of the early stages of a project. This means setting detailed to-do lists with a lot of reflection points. It also means organising my free time to hopefully not fall into too many pits of inaction. Or to live by counting down the days ’till I next see M.
That said, I have called off joining the pub quizz team tonight as I’m shattered. But I did have on my list to update the blog, so here we are.
I stayed up watching the US election last night and I refuse to dwell on it on here, but I am a bit too tired to write anything too coherent.
- Unpacking is worse than packing, because trying to find new homes for all your stuff reveals just how much junk you have accumulated and dragged around with you.
- I need to update my theory brain. This is probably going to involve coffee.
- I know way more people in this neck of the woods than I thought.
- The Suppliant Women was amazing. I need to do more things like that.
- I can’t work out my fridge. At all.
- I still know how to drive ArcGIS which is good after a year only using Manifold.
- My friends are awesome and I am going to re-instate my postcard wall.
- My accent hasn’t come back as strongly as I thought it might.
- People in academic dress are slowly getting to be less of a shock.
- I might not get over the lacrosse players though. Or working at Palace Green.
One of my dutch buddies works in Darlington at the moment and we’re going to visit the museums and Cathedral and have fun being tourists and I have a board games and dinner invite on Sunday with an office mate. Life is good. Despite the election result.
Just when I was thinking I had probably said goodbye to the blog, life changed in a good way.
I’ve just accepted a two-year Post Doctoral Research post.
This obviously means some big changes. Not least of which will be me moving long distance, again. For the start of November. But this time, M might come with me (but not to start off with). So we might totally decamp from Southampton, where we have lived since 1999. It’s odd, in all my recent wanderings I have somehow felt safer because there was always that home to come back to. So though this time I won’t be changing countries, it feels just as scary as moving abroad.
But also not: I was born in Middlesbrough and lived there ’till I was 8, so in some ways I will be going home. I am so excited about being able to share that landscape with M: he’s only visited twice before when we have gone up to see family there. He doesn’t know the Dales, or the Moors… but he soon will.
The project is really exciting, it’s a Leverhulme funded investigation of the landscape archaeology of the Great Depression in North East England. It has everything I love: innovative use of GIS, social archaeology and landscapes, politics and identity. I really feel like it is a return to my roots, to the work I was so proud of doing at Greenham and a chance to really find my voice again. The PI is an academic that blogs, Dr David Petts. He also tweets, and there is going to be a ‘public’ side to the project, though the exact shape of things is yet to be determined.
So unlike Crete and my more recent commercial activities, I will be doing things I can and probably should talk about here! I am so excited, and I already have a reading list a mile long, especially for the public archaeology side of things as that’s an area I know I need to catch up on in terms of recent thinking and practice.
So more soon, in my now long established blend of personal, geekery and academic(ish) ramblings… In the meantime expect a lot of #packingdread type tweets… and lots of househunting and moving information requests…
I recently turned 34. My little brother is 30 in a few weeks, and my Dad is 60 this month. Makes me think in halves and lives and multiples…. this year I have been with my partner more than half of my life (we got started early).
Dad wrote a poem for my birthday. It made me cry in a good way. The he recorded himself reading it and it was even better.
It made some people at a poetry night cry too…https://www.dropbox.com/s/ikjsawwqy8dwm6g/34-1%20-.wav?dl=0
In other news- still on Crete, still not got the urge to blog very much, still on twitter and regularly sharing photos and anecdotes there…
I mentioned last time I wrote that I am not sure where this is going: the blog, that is.
The new job in Greece is amazing, but the rules here about publishing information (and especially photographs) online about in-progress work are (understandably) really strict, which kinda puts the kibosh on my usual ‘here is what I did last week’ post accompanied by mad landscape photos.
Suffice to say, the landscape is indeed mad, the people are wonderful, the food is too good (back to battling the bulge), and the bureaucracy is labyrinthine. I’ve just had my beloved out to visit for 2 weeks, and we’ve hiked, eaten, drank and museumed ourselves almost to death. I can put pictures of all of that online, because bizarrely when I visit somewhere as a tourist, I can put the snaps up online with no worries, but if I am there in any sort of work capacity, I need a license from the Ephorea. I completely understand the restrictions, and I am not complaining, but basically, if you see any pics of anything ‘old’ on my twitter or flickr for the next year or so, you can assume it’s from a weekend jaunt and not something I am working on!
Life is also very very busy. There is still a lot (way more than I am happy about) to wrap up from our project in Italy, not least of which is all the papers I need to find time to write… and somehow the ones from my PhD end up bottom of the list of priorities… again…
So, the upshot is, I’m not gonna be about on the blog much. I still probably tweet more than is good for me, so best to look up @girlwithtrowel if you want to say hi, and I’ll try to pop up here when I have something interesting to say 🙂
Some observations based on the last week, in no particular order.
1. No matter how far you travel, you take yourself and all previous selves with you
2. My hayfever is much worse here. This is clearly a portent of something.
3. I am normal size here. This is good when it comes to heights of cupboards and lengths of trousers, but bad when it comes to the general health of the population.
4. There is a bewildering amount of ready-made and ready to eat food available in almost all shops.
5. 3 and 4 are perhaps related.
6. I miss my bike.
7. My grammar is still a bit Dutch.
8. I am slowly realising the mental effort it took to do ‘normal life’ in another language; such a relief not to be mentally rehearsing how I need ask for my coffee, or explain what I need.
9. I miss indy coffee bars…
10…. and the amazing market.
11. Monster Munch are amazing, still.
12. I have too many
books clothes shoes everything.