#field archaeology

[merovingian-marvels]

King’s Field Pendant

This magnificent pendant is the ultimate proof that the “Dark Ages” is an academic concept. Rather than Europe plummeting into darkness because of the “fall” of the Western Roman Empire, it’s more the lack of academic interest in the Early Middle Ages.

This Anglo-Saxon pendant was found on King’s Field (Kent) and is made of gold and garnet, but decorated extremely intricately with gabuchon, filigree and granulation. The garnet was used to form a triskele with round centre and ending in bird heads. At just 3,5 cm across, this was made by a master craftsman with materials from all over the known world.

The pendant might have been worn on a bit of string or rope, or it may have been worn as part of a glass beaded necklace. The pendant likely belonged to a woman.

The British museum, England

Museum nr. .1145.’70

Found in King’s Field - Kent, England

[ochipi]

Weird thing I have done as an archaeologist 2

Teaching students how to describe soil colors, but you’ve got no clue what greyish-brown or brownish-grey is yourself

I’ve probably eaten dead Roman

Trowel throwing competitions

Giving names to skeletons you’re excavating

You’re on a constant field walk. Architecture, place names, street signs... You spot it all

Comparing weather app predictions with your colleagues

Collecting pretty stones, preferably quartz or silex

Being very possessive over a shovel

Trying to find north without a compass so the lot of us are standing there hoping the sun breaks through

Bonus addition: I’ve seen plenty of archaeologists who collect broken bits of ceramic smoking pipes and they hold competitions to who has more, measured by weight

[chaotic-archaeologist]

This is why fieldwork safety is of utmost importance. I've been in situations where it felt like my safety was not the primary concern, and I constantly worried about things like this happening.

OSHA guidelines are written in blood. They're there for a reason. Don't ever let someone convince you to compromise on your safety. (link to tweet) (link to news coverage)

[suzythered]

Here's a hell of a unique field school opportunity with the University of Kansas: a dig at the homestead of the notorious Bloody Benders.

The Bender family homestead was located along the Great Osage Trail in the 1870s, and they used portions of their farmhouse as a general store and inn catering to those traveling along the Trail. In reality, the Benders had designed the home to effectively kill, rob, and bury the bodies of the those who stopped at the homestead. The family are believed to have killed at least 21 people. They abandoned the homestead when suspicions about what happened to a series of missing people began to focus on them. It is unknown what happened to the Bender family after they fled the area.

Here's a news article that discusses what the exact goals and plans for the field school are, and how it came about.

[glaucophane]

Don't Lick The Science (to see if it's a bone)

Although you can determine whether an object is a rock or a bone, here's an incomplete list of reasons not to do so:

It might be covered in animal urine/dung, if found outside

It's definitely covered in bat guano, if recovered from a cave

Just in general, it might be unsanitary and make you sick

You don't want someone else to handle something covered in your slobber

Human saliva could damage fragile specimens

Students in geology labs will baste hand samples with hydorchloric acid to see if the mineral reacts; these hand samples are not cleaned between lab sessions

There's a nonzero chance that the fossil will be radioactive

[veiligplekje]

The Yde Girl memorial, the Netherlands

[bbybrownbat]

From Sir Henry’s Wellcome’s Museum collection. Ivory anatomical figure, a pregnant female, with some removable organs, lying on cloth-covered bier inside wooden box, possibly German, possibly 17th century

[pommy-granite]

we had this discussion after work the other day and got a resounding yes from the participants, who were all archaeologists, so my survey is very biased. here to ask some normal people.

please reblog this is literally for science i am a scientist i prommy. if the reason for fucking or not fucking the neanderthal doesnt have to do with the neanderthal's species, please elaborate in the tags. (also don't say mean things about them i have so many sharp stone tools at my disposal.)

[archaeologyfjones]

Please tell me all your cats have ridiculous/nerdy names

"Greetings Archaeologang! I've got three very precious artifacts to share. Miss Orangesicle Supreme is Scout; I've had her since 'bout 1900 if you can believe it! Scout's a descendant of Cosey, the winner of the first American cat show in 1895, and one of the first official Maine Coons. She's the most like me...well, except for the part where she likes to bite un-socked toes. Little bit in the middle there is Dixie, my mutt - Lady Madame Fussy-Britches - who I discovered in a storm drain alone while on a jog back in 2008. She's the smallest member of the house, but she's the boss. Smarter than all of Congress, just like Mr. Lincoln said of his own Dixie. And our distinguished gentleman here is Tom! And no, he's not named after the cartoon character, though he does get up to shenanigans. If you'll forgive me...I got Tom as a little Maine Coon tigerlet around the same time that Top Gun came out - 1986 or '87...and I do love the F-14 dearly. So Tom got named for a fighter jet. Oh, also! He has devious little extra toes for pressing more keys on my keyboard."

[merovingian-marvels]

Birka’s warrior woman

This grave was found on Birka (Björko) in 1878. The grave contained human remains, remains from two horses, bowls, weaponry, a shield(boss), a chess game and saddle stirrups. The burial room was built in wood. Most likely the person was buried seated, with the bones collapsing on themselves. Some remains of textile were found.

The assumption that the person was a man was quickly made and the “high status burial of a Viking warrior” was often cited in research.

It would take until 2017 when both osteological and genetic testing proved the person was in fact a woman. To this day it is the only genetically and archaeologically proven female warrior from the Viking age.

The reason I say genetically AND archaeologically is because it is assumed that gender was a very loose concept in the Germanic age. Biological gender wasn’t necessarily denied, but there are indications that people would take on “the role” of the other gender. A woman could “step up” as a man’s son, as seen in blood feud tales where the patriarch is killed, but if there is no son to avenge him, a woman would “take up the role” and set out, armed for revenge.

Biologically male individuals have been found with “female” attributes such as beads, pendants and certain decoration styles.

From the limited amount of research there is, it seems possible that cross-dressing, gender fluidity and gender role exchange were very normal before mass christianization.

Excavated by: Hjalmar Stolpe

Found in: Birka, Björko, Ekerö - Sweden

Drawing by: Hjalmar Stolpe

[ochipi]

Things I hate about archaeology -as an archaeologist-

Ungodly hours changing every week. What healthy sleeping pattern?

Rain that just keeps pouring for hours and hours with material that’s water sensitive and a boss that wants you to continue. I don’t work well when I look and smell like a street dog

Working on “your field of specialty”. Don’t think it’ll ever happen to me.

People with no knowledge of your line of work that decide everything for you

No one knows what archaeology is about, no one wants to know. Worse is being declared mad.

Every archaeologist has OCD. Which makes it hard to please yourself and your superior

Why does sand end up everywhere?

[dearearlyarchaeologists]

SOME LAST MINUTE VALENTINES FOR THE ONE YOU’D LEND YOUR TROWEL TO ♥️

Archaeology Valentines Extravaganza part 4

[chaotic-archaeologist]

Hi, I'm going to be doing a dig school in Italy in a few months, and I've been trying to find a good pair of steel-toed boots. I'm transmasc, and my feet are really small (6.5), so I can't really wear men's shoes, and it's really hard finding quality women's work boots, ESPECIALLY with a steel toe. Do you have any recs?

My own boots are Timberlands, which are basically the same in women's as they are in men's, but they don't have steel toes. Is this a requirement for your field school, or can you get other boots? I know plenty of working archaeologists who don't wear steel toes.

But there is also absolutely a market for women's steel toed boots out there. If any of my followers want to chime in with their own boot recommendations, please do!

@archaeo-geek and @archaeologysucks as two working professionals I wonder if you have any advice?

-Reid

[lutiaslayton]

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

ＰＡＲＴ　１１

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Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

＊ The Island of Ambrosia

How long had we been on the lifeboat?

It felt like such a long time that I began to wonder if the explosion on the Crown Petone had even occurred.

Was it real? Or had it been a dream that all twelve of us here had seen at the same time?

There were only twelve of us left. First there were me, the professor, Janice, Mr Whistler, the seven-year-old Melina, Amelie, who was said to be a British chess champion as well as a high school student, and Mr Brock with his iconic backpack…

And then, there were the people who had taken the other lifeboat: the former captain O’Donnell; Mr Bargland, who looked in such good health, it was hard to believe that he only had six months left to live; there was the gorgeous Mrs Raidley, and another woman, Miss Annie Dretche, who wrote mystery novels…

And finally, believe it or not, there was Mr Starbuck, the former footballer from the national team who was known as the ‘Legendary Left Leg.’ Any member of the national team was a star among stars in the whole United Kingdom, but Mr Starbuck could not bear talking, or even hearing about his past carreer.

Annie secretly told me why: his ‘Legendary Left Leg’ was tattered with scars from the surgery he had received after an injury… and because of it, he could no longer play football. He had an unwavering determination to play football once more, and this was why he was trying to obtain eternal life.

I had woken up in the lifeboat during the early hours of dawn, and Annie, riding on the other lifeboat next to ours, had been the only other person awake. With nothing better to do, we had spent the time chatting.

By that point, the boats had slowed down, and were now leisurely headed towards the island that had appeared in the distance.

I was hungry and thirsty, but still had enough energy left to talk. So Annie also told me this: Mr Bargland was the president of a giant trading company, the ‘World Fleet’ corporation, and Mrs Raidley was the widow of a billionaire as well as a queen of high society. This lady had said that she was participating in this puzzle-solving game for the sake of making her beauty shine forever…

“I am quite partial to gossip magazines,” Annie concluded, winking at me with a mischievous smile.

Annie herself was a mystery writer, and fairly well-known in the United Kingdom; even I knew that any mystery written by Annie Dretche would always be number one in the sales charts upon release. My mum was a big fan of her works.

“Annie, the first film I ever watched was ‘Murder on the Thames.’ I saw it with my mum in a small cinema in Misthallery.”

I had been kept on the edge of my seat from start to finish, wondering how the protagonist would be able to solve the perfect crime in the River Thames. When I told her, she flashed a very happy smile.

“I think it’s a pretty good mystery, if I do say so myself.”

But then she fell silent. She looked in the distance and murmured:

“Luke, if I could have eternal life, what do you think I would do?”

“Huh? Um, I don’t know…”

It did not immediately occur to me.

“I am going to keep writing masterful mysteries, forever. I believe I can.”

As she said this, her eyes were sparkling against the horizon. I wondered… How old was she?

Definitely younger than Captain O’Donnell. About as old as Mr Bargland and Mr Whistler…

And yet, I thought that in this very moment… she was thinking about death.

Maybe she had too much talent, and not enough time, to live a normal life. There were so many different reasons for people to wish for eternal life…

With this in mind, I too continued to stare silently at the horizon.

We arrived on the island together.

Mr Bargland looked around cautiously. “What on Earth is this island…”

“At first glance, it seems to be uninhabited…” Captain O’Donnell mused.

At that moment, Mr Brock began to dash off. As he was running, he was muttering in excitement:

“Impossible! Could it be? Finally…?”

At the end of his course, he hugged a rock and exclaimed:

“There’s no doubt about it… This is Ambrosia!”

Ambrosia!? I was not the only one to be astonished.

“Ambrosia, you say?”

“Or should I say, this is where Ambrosia used to be…”

For the very first time since I met him, Mr Brock lowered his backpack and pulled something out of it with great care. It was a scrapbook, and it seemed to be an extremely important one to him.

“This is a scrapbook dedicated to the immortal kingdom of Ambrosia, which I, Marco Brock, amateur historian, cobbled together in my spare time from work!”

“It’s so thick…”

“So you’re a History geek…”

Mr Starbuck and Mrs Raidley were both taken aback, but Mr Brock was so engrossed in turning the pages that he didn’t seem to have heard their voices at all. Instead, he soon took out a sheet of paper from one of the pages and aligned it close to the rock he was facing.

“Just look at this! It’s the same crest!”

He was holding a drawing of the incomplete coat of arms. And indeed, there was something carved into the rock that seemed to have the same symbols.

The professor walked up to him and gazed at the crest.

“Indeed, this looks like the coat of arms of Ambrosia. I have seen it before in Dr Schrader’s study.”

Mr Brock’s voice was trembling with excitement and emotion.

“See? It’s here! I finally got my wish!”

Captain O’Donnell was also deeply moved. He looked around the island once more, this time with a completely new expression.

“I never thought I would be able to set foot here in my lifetime… But I see now. This is Ambrosia…”

Mr Bargland’s eyes squinted… then sparkled.

“So the elixir of immortality is hidden somewhere on this island?”

At these words, everybody came still, as if frozen in place. After all, they had just realised… This had been our intended destination all along.

It was then that Mrs Raidley’s voice rang out. “Wait, look over there!”

I followed her gaze, and saw that a table was set up under a tree on the beach. Food and drinks were laid out, ready for a meal.

“Food…”

“And wine, too…”

Mr Starbuck and Mrs Raidley both voiced their excitement, walking up to the table. We all followed suit.

A message written on a small card that had been placed between the rows of treats caught my eye.

“To all participants in the game…” I read out loud.

“Thank goodness… I was so thirsty.”

“Is this a reward for solving those puzzles?”

Everyone competed for a chair, rushing to eat. Ms Bargland was the first to pick up the wine, and he eagerly began to pour it into a glass.

“Or perhaps… Could this be a new puzzle?”

At Amelia’s words, everybody stopped their hands. Mr Bargland’s wine gurgled and overflowed from his glass.

But then, Melina reached for a plate of fruit and… began to eat, carefree. I had never seen this type of fruit before, I wondered if it could be native to this island… Regardless, that was what she was eating. I couldn’t take it any longer…

“…Well, who cares, I’m eating!”

We all took Mr Bargland’s words as permission to eat. We were simply too hungry.

They say that hunger makes the greatest kind of seasoning, and indeed, never had I ever had such a delicious meal.

“Oh, it’s so good!”

“Really…”

Janice smiled, as she tasted the same fruit that Melina had picked earlier. The professor too closed his eyes when I grabbed a handful of food. Usually, he would casually say something like, “A gentleman should always watch his manners, Luke.” But it seemed like today, he would let it slide.

After the meal, I went on a stroll along the beach. My stomach was full, I was happy, and I just… well, I kind of wanted to be alone, away from everyone.

I found many beautiful shells on the beach. And there was no one to pick them up, on this desert island… Well, I could afford to keep one or two.

I could hear Janice’s voice in the distance. She was enjoying a chat with the professor.

“This all feels like a dream… The game, this island… and eating outside like this, with the great Professor Layton, looking at the sea side by side…”

“The part about eating outside… would be quite normal for the archaeological survey class.” Somehow, it sounded like the professor had been saying this as if he were actually asking a question.

“Ruins and beaches are two different things,” Janice replied with a shrug. “But I suppose that ruins are more romantic to you.”

This reminded me of the fact that she used to take classes with him when she was a student. That was years before I met him… She probably had many memories of her school days that she remembered fondly. She probably missed those times by his side.

This suddenly made me feel… very lonely.

I decided to walk away so I wouldn’t hear their conversation anymore. Melina was picking up shellfish too, just a bit further. When looking at her like this, she seemed to be even younger than just seven years old. Did this child really say that she had eternal life…?

I walked up to her and tried to offer the shell I had picked up earlier, but she wouldn’t even look at me.

I pressed the shell to my ear and crouched down beside her, before saying:

“If you do this, you can hear the sound of the waves.”

Melina remained silent.

“Well, that’s what I’ve been told, but… I was never able to hear them properly.” This was an honest confession.

“…I hear them,” she muttered.

Her words surprised me. “Really?”

She brought a shell to her ear and began to sing.

♪

Hm-hm-hm-hm… Hm-hm-hm-hm… Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm…

The melody was somewhat melancholic, but very beautiful.

I sighed. “That’s a pretty song.”

“…The sea taught me.”

“The sea?”

Did she really hear the song just now, coming out of the shell?

I was about to ask, but the howling of a beast was heard from somewhere.

I looked around in all directions with a start. Just this instant, this had been the sound of a ferocious, cruel… yes. The voice of a wolf.

“Did you just hear…?”

When I turned my head back to her, Melina was gone. I looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen.

I ran up to Mr Whistler, shouting in panic: “Mr Whistler, Melina’s disappeared! She was right here a second ago…”

He did not bat an eye. “She must have gone off to play elsewhere.”

‘Elsewhere’…? He was so careless!

“What is that look for? She will come back.”

I wanted to object, but suddenly… I heard that voice again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, your little break is about to end.”

At the same time, a pack of wolves darted out of the bushes behind me.

“P-Professor! Wolves!”

Mrs Raidley screamed. When the man’s voice rang out again, it was as if he could see how upset and scared we were; and it was tinged with a sinister laugh.

“Now, shall you all be the wolves’ dessert next?”

“R-r-run!”

Everyone else ran as fast as they could, and they did not need Captain O’Donnell to do it. But I stayed behind. The wolves growled and slowly came closer, and closer…

That was when I was struck by a flash of inspiration. If I could try talking to them… I could talk to animals, after all.

People would sometimes ask me how I could have this ‘magical power,’ as they say… but I have been able to talk naturally with the neighbourhood dogs and cats for as long as I can remember. So when they would ask me how… I don’t really know myself. I will simply talk to them when I need to, because I can.

And in that moment, I really needed to.

I jumped in front of the wolves to protect Janice, and started talking to them.

“Grr… Gruh! Garuh! Grruh…”

In proper English… “We’re not doing anything hurtful!”

The wolves replied…

“Gahooo…”

What? Funny?

I had no idea what they were talking about. Usually, I would know for sure…?

“Professor, this isn’t right! They don’t understand me!”

“Someone must be manipulating them.”

As he said this, the professor threw sand at the wolf that tried to attack him. This scared off the pack for a small moment.

“Janice, Luke, we have to go!”

All three of us set off at full speed towards the forest, catching up with the others.

“I, I can’t, run anymore…!”

Annie sounded like she was in pain.

“…Yet you’re running anyway,” Mr Bargland huffed with disdain. “You’re stubborn, old lady.”

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[elishkaacademia]

Ok my question about Indiana Jones is does he publish papers on his adventures/findings cause like he should be. there are like three options:

1. He does not write any papers and he just shows up with these super famous artifacts with no explaining behind it to the archaeology community

2. He does write papers but he leaves the adventure parts out of it “ oh yeah I was walking Egypt and just dug up the ark using my research”

3. He writes everything in a paper and either no one believes him or he is just regarded as the coolest person ever.

[chaoscalamari]

AY THIS BITCH GOT AN ARCHAEOLOGY JOB LET'S FUCKIN GOOOOOOOO