Bruised but Unbeaten

My recovery from the great tumble continues. My foot is mostly better, unless I walk on it too long. My back is still a wreck. My arm, which hit the banister on the way down, has turned a lovely shade of blackish-purple, a color that were I twenty years younger, my teenage goth self would have found darkly appealing.

Lil' Meghan
Me in 1995, on the way to DragonCon in Atlanta, Georgia. This wasn’t a costume, it was just me at the time. I was really that white, too. It’s not a photo trick.

This week has been busy, and it’s only Wednesday. My meeting with my supervisor went well, and she was quite happy with the first draft of the first chapter that I turned in. The suggestions she offered actually made my work easier and less painful that I what I was proposing, which was welcome. I think I will, for the next three years, continue to live in fear of disappointing everyone with my writing and ideas, but it’s not this week, at least.

My dissertation work continues. I thought I’d got a handle on the lit review section dealing with media archaeology, and then discovered, as I call them, “My Germans.” That led me down a path of obtaining translations and too much time copy-pasting untranslated material into a converter, then picking out what the gibberish returned by the program might mean… In short, I am besotted with some of the thought on media and materiality that’s come out of Germany, and particularly Berlin, but it’s going to require rewrites on my part. I think it’s important to reiterate that I am not a trained media archaeologist. I am a trained field archaeologist, and have found a niche in-between the two areas, which means to a degree, I’m figuring some stuff out as I go along. Most of the time I feel good about how I’ve positioned myself, but there are days when what I don’t know is a crushing weight that terrifies me.

On Thursday, the students I worked with via the University of York’s Archaeology and Heritage field school are having their final exhibition, which will showcase both their work and the work of the paired excavation modules at Breary Banks and Malton. There’s a flurry of activity here at the end, checking and rechecking files, making sure that everything is turned in and set up and ready to go. I will not say how many emails concerning the project I received before 8 this morning, but the number was considerable. It’s great fun working with this group of students though, so even during the grumbly moments (I need to check what for the what number time?!) I’m happy to be involved with the project.