So, finally, I've got something to do, I wont get paid but, at least, I'll be doing something other than gathering dust. I'll be helping out Javier Reveles and Catherine Liot at "Estudios del Hombre" (Studies of Man), probably doing simple stuff like analyzing and categorizing material, after all, I'm not getting paid, I'm not about to bust my ass for no pay.

Still, what I'm looking for is to keep my mind and brain in check, functioning and not rotting away here at home, I'll also be more directly in contact with other archaeologists from around here, and abroad, more contacts, more possibilities, more work.

I'll start monday, lets see how it goes.

Last I heard from Courtney (This is thru "away" messages).

iamnotcourt: hey are you there?
iamnotcourt: I just wanted to leave you a message. I sat down here at the computer and started to read through your poems that you sent me, and before I knew it, I had went through every single one. It was kind of surreal, like picking up one of my own old journals, to see where life was and where it is now, you know, and it made me sad that we dont keep in touch like we used to.Makes me sad to think about growing and how life makes us have to change and grow, all be it for the better but none the less forces us to have to go through moments of sitting and reflections.The point to all of my rambling is this, I miss you and hope that life is being good to you, and I hope that life will allow me to slow down soon so that I can make time for these little things that keep us sane sometimes, you know?
iamnotcourt: of course you do, thatch why I treasure you so.....Take care and hope to hear from you soon

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Bloody hell!!! Now, I'm not one to put up news about animals too often, but this brave little kangaroo, can make people realize that animals aren't as stupid as they think, in they're own little animal kingdom sort of way , unlike that golf-eating dog I posted about a few days ago.

But one can't help but realize how stupid it is for a kangaroo, or any animal, to receive an award for bravery, in that case every lioness should receive one for defending her cubs. The kangaroo will most likely have no idea what the hell is going on, wanting only to hed back home, munch on some food, pooty, then go to bed

Oh well, I guess every country has something, anyone remember the "Chupacabras"?

If y'all not careful CIA agents might come after you after reading, and misinterpreting your blog. You know how people love to get things the wrong way, specially now, where everyone is so stressed out.

My all decent blogger become paranoid about who really reads what's in their blogs. I've always loved getting the government's attention, hehehe.

Cheers

I'm still a bit lost, your body is still a mystery to me,
still plenty of it to explore.
But I never seem to have the time, It's always over
too soon and we say goodbye for tonight.

For every experience from before, you are the most
subtle, complex and intriguing.
But don't keep the door locked for me, don't leave me
sleeping alone outside of your bed tonight.

My imagination slips on your image, like it always does,
my body slips into the real world when you're gone.
I swear, I try to keep awake, but sleeping tonight
means I can play with time...

...and come back to your bed again.

I see you write what you can, memorizing lines
so we can have something to talk about.
But if our minds can't think of the words, I say let our
bodies do all the talking.

Talk to me, I'm listening, I only have ears for your voice.
Kiss these lips that wait only to kiss yours.
Take me away, I'm ready to be taken away by you again.

To some people, mostly those who tend to be pretty ignorant, Archeology is exactly this. Those people are the ones that, usually, just go to see the sites as tourist attractions, and do not see them as more than a pile of stone rubble.

Obviously, few people actually know that the "Digging Process" is but a small portion or an archaeologist's job, it's a shame, really, 'cus it's the most entertaining part. Before one can have a dig season, there's an enormous list of things to accomplish before one stick the shovel into the ground.

First, get a project going, which is, pretty complicated, a lot more neurons burning in this part, gotta make it scientific enough, attractive enough and mysterious enough for the Archeological Board to accept it, which takes about a year, IF your lucky.

Now, the project isn't just writing up your intentions, there a huge bibliographical investigation on the area, an extensive, detail based, search of things from, what the people around there do to, which kinds of bugs hang around the area.

But, digging is a great thing, it's what makes archeology fun, though some archeological will disagree with me.

Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua: "Where girls are hotter than melting magma."
Rodrigo Zapata Guevara
Duque de Anapra

Jesus christ!!!! hahahaha, I couldnt help but laugh, poor dog.

Would you stop eating if you had that many golf balls in your belly, hehehe.

All poets, BEWARE!!!! We just might die suddenly.

Might live as much as we can before getting ourselves in a mental institution, God knows I should be in one, or committing suicide, no worries there.

I keep having all these conversations in my head,
a girl I'd like to meet, a dream I'm finding hard
to complete.
We bite our nails and like to look far away, we share
laughs, our late night "stop 'till you drop" fests.

The chance, a bus trip to somewhere, a place
where rivers flow, where everything moves comfortably
slow.
We'd like to run into each other someday, strange
occurrences are welcome, a fated event only killed by
my income.

Both agreed that we met in past lives, wreaking childish
havoc and indulging our mind. With song and dance, the
opportunity for something grand.

I'll change my plans day to day, things never
stay the same. A different motivation, a sort of
sudden invitation, my life being in a far away
destination.

So I might stay and leave the change for another
day, walk with me, help me find a better place.

We'll walk away from fear and find a place in the shade,
leave all our troubles behind. We've been wound up too
tight.

Let's run away and find our place in the shade...

I'll write you into my plans in a day, like these things
might change. Reconnected function, a new relation, something
that springs forth clearer motivation.

So I might stay and change until a better day, walk
with me, help me find a better place.

We'll walk away from fear and find our place in the shade,
leave all our troubles behind, we've been wound up too
tight.

Let's run away and find our place in the shade...

Go ahead and change my world, tomorrow I'll be gone,
tomorrow I'll be someone else.

Another change of pace, could it be that what I need
is some peace and quiet and stay the same?

I mistakenly use my liberty, I'd rather celebrate
and leave my maturing for another day.

Another change of pace...

Tell me that it's all alright, tell me I'm fine,
tell the world that we can still fly.

Change my world... I dare you.

It's hard to try and comprehend the Mexican vision toward peaceful and group jobs, for jobs I mean CAREERS. The first two years as an Archeologist have been, well, hectic, to say the least. Lack of funds, complete and total cutting of funds, "our funds are where?" "Who's got our funds?"

Even though, the Iztepete project has been rewarding, two years and the place looks very nice, like it never has, so, if we've gotten all this reprise, all this "paper" support, and salutations, why hasn't the money poured in already? Easy, Mexican Governmental bureaucracy (I like to call it "Beaurocrazy.") Stupid secretaries, lazy public officials and even worse city mayors who prefer to put a real unnecessary cast on a local monument than dishing out the money for cultural projects that will last a lot longer and have more impact than a huge statue of a shield and spear wielding woman with a cast.

The statue has been there for decades, the Iztepete, even more, and will remain there, most likely, longer than most of us; the cast will be taken off in a few weeks... It seems people are enjoying more a passing thing, then something more permanent, all because of an ill "routine" that might just crawl up they're ass and make them see that this city will never change without long lasting urban and cultural projects.

That's not all, even with the international archaeological experience that I have, being still limited, this is something I do not see elsewhere except here: "Archaeological Mafias", yup, you heard right, "Mafias". Basically, how they work is as follows:

Archaeologist "A" does not get along with Archaeologist"B".
A new, plump, just recently graduated Archaeology Major, lets call him Archaeologist "C", decides to work with Archaeologist "A".
Automatically Archaeologist "C" will be permanently burnt with Archaeologist "B" and will never EVER work with him or her, because he or she assumes, Archaeologist "C" is on Archaeologist's "A's" side and not his or hers.

Ahem... Childish, need I say more?

This, obviously presents a troublesome scenario for young Archaeologists who, despite being excellent researchers and dependable workers, will not be able to complete an original project due to the constant shots being fired at them by people they have never met, nor have read they're plans for a project.

This happens to me, and to many other people. That is why the rest of my graduating class and I, and those below us, have made up our minds to leave Mexico and work elsewhere.

It's more of a necessity, than a personal choice, what are you going to do when you cant work properly or ascend the social ladder into a better quality of life? It's difficult enough that Archaeology in Mexico doesn't pay much (IT DOESN'T PAY ENOUGH), it's worse when people are constantly shooting you down, or you cant work because a decent project cant get of it's feet.

That's what happens to Archaeologists in Mexico, and it's not just in my area, Historians, Anthropologists, have the same problem, I hope it's not all over the world.