Yesterday I took a break from my reading to wander the beautiful Cache Valley Farmer's market. It is held in this beautiful little park with a stream running through it. Right now it is all green, the weather was perfect, and the bees weren't out! This farmer's market was bigger than the ones back home! They had all sorts of lovely stuff out there.
I was especially happy to find Raw, unfiltered, local honey. I swear by bee products of almost any kind. Some supplements have 'supposed' benefits, but I really find that the things bees make do amazing things. Bee pollen, beeswax, royal jelly, and honey all have benefits to them. Raw honey is one of my favorite things ever. It tastes amazing, I love the waxy texture to it, and I love the variation in flavors. I also love that it helps me with my allergies, and moving to a new place always brings new pollens for my autoimmune system to battle with.
This honey I bought yesterday is high altitude honey, and it is so tasty. I also bought fresh made salsa, with the hot peppers on the side so you can mix it to be as hot as you like, and local cheese. Oh yeah, and a very healthy cream cheese empanada!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
A New Chapter in my life as an Archaeologist!
GRADUATE SCHOOL
I just started my very first semester of graduate school! I'm getting my Master's of Science in Anthropology, emphasis in CRM/Archaeology! It's very exciting.
As I begin this, I have come to realize that the way archaeology is taught is completely backward. They teach you all the theory first and all the practice in Graduate school. So the skills you physically need to work you learn on your own, most likely using incorrect methods or some overly elaborate process, and then when you go back to school you learn the right way to do it. And, the theory didn't matter anyway because you were never writing the reports or doing the the proposals and you have forgotten it! That may just be my experience though because I started as an anthropology major NOT an archaeology major, so there was nothing but theory there.
But, happily, I roll along. LOTS of reading, which in my old age I can mostly understand, lots of projects being dangled before me, lots of new vocab to learn, and a few bubbles being burst as well. But that all comes with the territory.
I continually remind myself of this lovely manta I learned in Mary Kay training. "I can not do everything, but I can do something. And what I can do, I must do!"
The weather up here is FREEZING... well, where I come from this is winter, but here its supposedly just fall. I went very quickly from my tank tops to layers and long sleeves... it's even too cold for my flippy floppies!
But despite the dramas of moving, settling in, recovering, and still mourning, I believe I am settling in nicely.
Now... if I can just figure out how to use this crazy robotic library, I'll be set.
I just started my very first semester of graduate school! I'm getting my Master's of Science in Anthropology, emphasis in CRM/Archaeology! It's very exciting.
As I begin this, I have come to realize that the way archaeology is taught is completely backward. They teach you all the theory first and all the practice in Graduate school. So the skills you physically need to work you learn on your own, most likely using incorrect methods or some overly elaborate process, and then when you go back to school you learn the right way to do it. And, the theory didn't matter anyway because you were never writing the reports or doing the the proposals and you have forgotten it! That may just be my experience though because I started as an anthropology major NOT an archaeology major, so there was nothing but theory there.
But, happily, I roll along. LOTS of reading, which in my old age I can mostly understand, lots of projects being dangled before me, lots of new vocab to learn, and a few bubbles being burst as well. But that all comes with the territory.
I continually remind myself of this lovely manta I learned in Mary Kay training. "I can not do everything, but I can do something. And what I can do, I must do!"
The weather up here is FREEZING... well, where I come from this is winter, but here its supposedly just fall. I went very quickly from my tank tops to layers and long sleeves... it's even too cold for my flippy floppies!
But despite the dramas of moving, settling in, recovering, and still mourning, I believe I am settling in nicely.
Now... if I can just figure out how to use this crazy robotic library, I'll be set.
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