July 19, 2017

Somewhat Homesick and Ethnocentric (Our Italian Summer - Dispatch 3)

Well, we all survived Munich, with a little help from cheapo pants from H&M so the girls didn't freeze their little legs off. Flew some random carrier called EuroWings (worked fine, but the legroom is less than zero), ate a ton of schnitzel, pretzels, and beer, and weathered some tantrums.

Pretzel as big as her head! We gave her money and sent her to the little stall
to buy this. She was SO excited to buy it on her own.
Our AirBNB was centrally located, and Munich's public transportation is great, so we saw a bunch of great stuff, like this awesome palace. The girls were pretty impressed that palaces exist in real life, not just on Sofia the First.

Nymphenburg Palace, Munich

There is a gelateria at the top of the hill, at least.

Yesterday, Cecilia had a minor incident in the garden. She fell off a razor scooter, banging up her knee and getting a surprisingly long thorn from a mysterious bush stuck just below her patella. She complained she couldn't walk this morning, and I fielded texts from Patrick about the state of her knee and where/how to find a doctor here for a couple hours. So far, it looks like it's mostly just banged up, as she's doing a lot better with the maximum daily dose of kiddie ibuprofen in her, so no doctor seems necessary. But it certainly added to the stress of not being in a familiar city and not understanding how best to deal with this.

There's definitely some homesickness and ethnocentrism going on in this apartment -- wishing that everything worked like it does in Pensacola and missing the comfort of a routine and the optimism that comes with being in a familiar place. But at least the food here is good.

These tomatoes taste like MAGIC. For real.
On Friday, we head back to the airport. This time, we're doing a weekend in Barcelona. (Did I mention we chose these getaway spots based on: 1) cheapest direct flights from Naples; and 2) countries Patrick and I have never been?) I think that Cecilia, with her love of art, will enjoy the city immensely. And both of the girls, with their love of food, will undoubtedly find something good to eat. Thus far, Cecilia is a major fan of pizza (in Naples) and schnitzel (in Munich), and Linnea would eat caprese salad and chocolate cookies three meals a day if we let her. I suspect they will both be sorely disappointed in American tomatoes and pasta sauce when we return. But at least they'll have their beloved Mexican food back!


July 13, 2017

Jetlag + Kids = Arrrgghhh (Our Italian Summer - Dispatch 2)

Sad at the Pantheon
Do I need to add anything to the title, really? ;-)

We arrived in Rome last Tuesday around 8am. After really no one slept on the plane -- just a couple hours for each of the kids. Cecilia had a major tantrum about not being able to sleep. The guy sitting in front of the girls kept giving us side-eye and then devolved into straight up yelling at me to control my (very tired) children whose seats he was fully reclining into.

But we made it to our AirBNB, and they let us check in early. The girls got gelato, we walked a little, and took naps. And then... like 5 days of whining and waking up at weird hours and complaining about the heat, the public transportation, the sun, and the fact we were only letting them get gelato once a day.

Still, by the weekend, the girls were pretty much back on their normal schedule (sleeping by about 9pm, up by 7 or 8 am). Just in time to take public transportation to Naples. With two enormous suitcases and 5 carry-ons. There was much crying. And tantruming.

But we made it to our AirBNB in Naples, which is a spacious 3-bedroom flat on Posillipo, a hill overlooking Naples with gorgeous views of the bay and Vesuvius. We were finally able to unpack the girls' clothes and, most importantly, their Legos. We found the gelateria by the bay, the grocery store, and the fruit vendor.

Since my husband and kids are all blonde(ish), they are fairly clearly non-Italian, whereas I with my dark brown hair and easily-tanned skin generally pass for local if I don't open my mouth. Naples is quite a friendly city, though, and people have been nice about helping me and my terrible Italian. And my husband and the girls get a lot of smiles and a lot of "dimmi qualcosa" from people trying to help them find stuff.

All. Of. This.
It's been interesting watching the three of them explore their new Italian surroundings. And they have had different experiences than I do. I always try to blend in as much as possible, perhaps because of my anthropological training, or perhaps because I'm usually doing this solo, and blending in is often the best plan as a woman walking alone. But the girls are, of course, not interested in that. So they bound around with their loud English, and it seems to work for them.

I'm not a big ice cream fan, so I take most of the
gelato-eating shots.
So far, the only major issue has been public transportation. It's not easy to get to site from Posillipo -- I take a funicular to a local train to a regional train. While the funicular runs regularly and on schedule, neither of the other trains does. Train schedules are a mere suggestion. Even late notices are just vague estimates of how late the train will be. In looking at schedules back in April when deciding where to live, I found that it should take about an hour to get from the apartment to site, to go 33 km. The first day, it took 3h15min. The second day, a little over 2h. The third day, about 2h15m. And coming back is worse because of rush hour.

It doesn't help that one of the train stops in Torre Annunziata, where Oplontis is located, is closed because of an apartment building that fell down near the tracks. Or that Mt. Vesuvius is completely on fire thanks to arsonists. Which means either taking a bus around that, or rerouting on the Circumvesuviana line. Many tourists are doing the latter, and the trains are packed. So packed that I got pickpocketed today -- but I managed to jump off, grab the guy's arm, call him a thief in Italian, and get a passing guy to help me. The thief gave me my phone back, I jumped back on the train, and all was well... Still want to avoid that in the future, though.

The girls are doing great with their babysitter, Giada. She is from Naples and has taken them to get gelato, taken them to the seaside, and even taken them shopping, where Cecilia bought half a dozen cheap souvenirs that she calls "treasures." Neither is learning any Italian, really, but Linnea made a little friend - a 2.5yo named Niccolo who lives in this apartment building too. The kids play in a little garden within the gated apartment, which is pretty nice to have.

We are off to Munich tomorrow for a 2-day holiday. It'll be nice to get out of the stifling heat and ash of the on-fire Vesuvius, but the girls also don't have any pants and Munich is promising highs in the lower 70s. Heh, oops!

June 30, 2017

Gearing Up! (Our Italian Summer - Dispatch 1)

Greetings, all! Behold my triumphant return to blogging at Powered by Osteons! Or, in emoji-speak: 💪💻💀

Today starts the first of hopefully many posts about my summer adventures -- with family in tow -- in Europe. We're leaving Monday for six weeks abroad while I work on skeletons from the site of Oplontis outside of Pompeii. This is the first time I've been abroad for fieldwork for longer than two weeks since my girls (Cecilia - 8 and Linnea - 3.5) were born. So, since my husband (Patrick) works remotely (for GitHub), we decided to pack everyone up for a change of scenery. That is, we're going from Florida - where it's in the 80s and 90s with 85% humidity - to Naples - where it's in the 80s and 90s with slightly lower humidity, but less A/C.

I'm spending today doing laundry and packing up all the scientific equipment I need to bring... and that involves checking with the TSA's rules about a variety of weird stuff. Here's the carry-on bag that I packed -- I was impressed with myself for figuring out a Tetris-like arrangement for everything. But when I posted it to Facebook, fellow archaeologists raised some concerns. Can you figure out why?


It's not the hundreds of little plastic baggies and sample vials, or the two 3D scanners, or the two portable hard drives, or the optical mouse. It's the trowel, the calipers, and the bamboo and metal dental picks (all of which are kind of hidden).

I've definitely traveled with a trowel and the metal vernier calipers in carry-on before, and had no problem. But that was years ago. I used the handy @AskTSA account on Twitter to check about the calipers -- sure enough, any tool over 7" long (and anything with something resembling a blade more than 4" long) cannot go in carry-on. So the spreading calipers, the vernier calipers, and the bamboo picks and dental tools are headed for my checked bag after all.

I did learn that up to 18oz of aerosol bug spray is OK for checked bags, though. Important to know since I hear that Pompeii and other sites have a mosquito problem right now. (And I find that Italian mosquito bites make me swell up like crazy.)

Still haven't figured out what to do with my DSLR. It's enormous, bulky, and might very well go into checked luggage, even though in practice I don't like to check equipment that expensive. We'll see if there's enough room in my "personal item" (a ginormous and awesome backpack that Victorinox donated to my project) to carry it on.

So, I plan to use PbO to blog regularly over the next 6 weeks. Stay tuned for posts about how great it is to take a 10-hour international flight (not!), and then schlep bags through Termini to the metro (ugh!), all while dragging two seriously jetlagged children (oh god what have I done?!). Cue panic attack in 5... 4... 

June 12, 2017

Who needs an osteologist? (Installment 44)

Today's installment of "Who needs an osteologist?" comes courtesy bioarchaeologist Megan Perry, who was watching a Science Channel clip on the skeletons found in the Pyramid of the Feathered Serpent at Teotihuacan.

Here's the clip: (if the embedded YouTube video doesn't work for you, this one might)


So, what did you notice? I rolled my eyes at the radii, which were upside down when being held, and the os coxae, which are mis-sided. 


Then raised my eyebrows at the overabundance of lumbar vertebrae. 


Then heaved a deep sigh for the incorrectly placed clavicles. 


Anything else I'm missing? Pretty sure those humeri have issues. And the foot bones. But it's hard to tell in the video...

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Previous Installments of Who needs an osteologist?

May 17, 2017

Ladypants and Archaeology

One of the reasons that I've been posting very little here lately is that I am gearing up to go into the field in July, for some excavation, 3D modeling, and osteological analysis at the site of Oplontis outside of Pompeii. My goal for the summer is to blog here about that fieldwork, although it'll likely take the form of writing about work-life balance. You see, I'm bringing my family to the field for the first time! So I'll send missives about the adventures of traveling and seeing Europe with my 8yo and 3.5yo daughters and software engineer husband.
Found this on Pinterest as a "summer archaeology excavation
outfit". To which I say Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

In preparation, since I really haven't been in the field in a while, save a few weeks every other summer, I've been restocking my archaeological toolkit -- not the actual equipment, since my Marshalltown doesn't age, but my field clothing. Between the changes in site rules in Italy and the changes in my body following two kids, my old field garb isn't cutting it. Shirts are a no-brainer, and Italy requires EU-rated steel-toed boots, but that leaves the question of pants.

Ladies' pants are problematic. I'm currently wearing jeans that fit me well, but that annoy me because they have lady-pockets. You know, the teeny half-pockets (or sometimes no pockets!) that you can't fit anything in except lipstick because of *course* that's the only thing I want to carry with me. I've also found that ladies' khaki pants (no laughing here, Brits!) are woefully inadequate for fieldwork, especially if purchased at a store like Old Navy. The fabric is thin, the pockets are sad, and the worst part is that the men's pants are far more useful and rugged... and usually cheaper. My last pair of field pants was a men's style and size (plus a belt), since I had to prioritize function over fit.

To remedy this, I did what any social media maven would do: crowdsourced suggestions for archaeological ladypants. If you're also looking for rugged but lightweight pants for the field, here's a big ol' list that is only vaguely organized. (Full disclosure: I've not tested any of these except Rothco.)



National Sports/Sportswear Stores
  • Columbia Sportswear. Among the recommendations here were the fishing pants. To save on the cost, find an outlet near you.
  • REI. Highly recommended were the Sahara pants - there's a regular kind and a kind that can be rolled up when you get hot. Bonus points: these were also recommended by a recently postpartum archaeologist. 
  • Eddie Bauer. The zip-off hiking pants, rip-stop pants, and the Horizon pant were recommended (which also rolls up).
  • These stores were recommended as well, but no specific pants were mentioned: Academy Sports, Tractor Supply Company, Bass Pro Shops.
Local or Online Sportswear Stores
Other 
  • Army surplus was recommended for either hiking combats or paratrooper style pants. I found the Rothco brand of fatigues online at Amazon and ordered a couple, mostly because of the drawstring waist/side tabs at the waist, figuring that would get me through weight fluctuations.
  • Workout pants / activewear. I don't think this is allowed where I work, but if you are in a more lax country, sweat-wicking workout capris or other activewear could be a good bet. I was warned, though, that mosquitoes can bite through the thin stuff (see Ex Officio above).
I'm excited to try out the Rothco pants to see how comfortable they are. If they're not, I guess I'll try one of the above. Sadly, archaeologists are not as cool as NASCAR drivers and don't get crazy sponsorship deals. But man, I'd totally list sponsorship on my project page and say nice things about the company if I got free field clothes and backpacks! 

The author in 2003 as "queen of the trench"
at the site of Azoria on Crete. Definitely
can't wear this sort of field gear now!
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Thanks muchly to all the ladypants wearers who contributed to my Facebook thread: Traci Ardren, Jo Buckberry, Sarah Levin-Richardson, Julie Hruby, Kate Ellenberger, Erin Stevens Nelson, Claire Terhune, Mindy Pitre, Tanya Peres, Katie Brewer, Amanda Mathis, Beth Koontz, Jane Holmstrom, Liz Berger, Kate Spradley, Megan Perry, Sonia Zakrzewski, Michelle Ziegler, Sheri Pak, Jess Beck, Anna Osterholtz, Sarah Miller, Ruth Beeston, Carlina de la Cova, Sarah Rowe, and Shannon Hodge. And thanks to the menfolk who also suggested pants: Dimitri Nakassis, Andy Danner, Stephen Savage, and Jim O'Hara.

Clearly, the sheer number of people with opinions on this topic means finding good archaeo-pants is a very real concern!

March 31, 2017

You guys, I got *another award* for this whole blogging thing!

Tonight at the annual business meeting of the Society for American Archaeology, I received the Award for Excellence in Public Education.


Per the conference program:

Dr. Kristina Killgrove has earned the SAA's Award for Excellence in Public Education for her exemplary contributions to public education and service to the profession. Dr. Killgrove's masterful contributions to writing archaeologically for the general public have included her own website as well as at Forbes.com and at Mental Floss, with some online compositions receiving millions of views. She has produced an extensive corpus of published work on how archaeology, anthropology, and science intersect with our daily lives, as well as having excelled as a teacher and scholar. In particular, she has successfully entered into the public fray on ethical issues related to the treatment of human remains and how nonrenewable archaeological resources can be exploited by television and looting. Finally, her online writing has served as a litmus test for the efficacy of how archaeologists can serve as barometers of the "truth," and how we can actively work against the dissemination of falsehoods like Dr. Ben Carson's patently untrue claim that the Egyptian pyramids were used to store grain. For her storytelling, advocacy, and public outreach, we are proud to nominate Dr. Killgrove for this award.

The spiffy plaque I got is in the upper right. And here's what I looked like receiving it from outgoing SAA president Diane Gifford-Gonzalez... (I'm sure the professional photographer got a better pic, but this was helpfully snapped by Lynne Goldstein):


Last time I got an award for my outreach, I thanked a whole bunch of people. This time is no different. In addition to the awards committee, I would like to thank Megan Perry for nominating me and Lynne Goldstein and Jane Buikstra for writing letters of support. Of course, I appreciate the opportunities that my editors Alex Knapp and Forbes and Jen Pinkowski at mental_floss have given me in terms of a platform to write about why the past is relevant to the present. Thanks to all of my colleagues who have let me cover their latest article or discovery, given me comments on my pieces, and allowed me to interview them.

And last but definitely not least, thanks to all my readers here, at Forbes, and at mental_floss, and my peeps on Twitter and the PbO Facebook page! If you keep reading, I'll keep writing!

Who needs an osteologist? (Installment 43)

Welp, it seems like I haven't blogged here in two months. Spring semester is always crazy, so while I've been keeping up with my Forbes blog and writing the occasional piece for mental_floss, I haven't been linking to my Bones reviews here (series finale, y'all!).

So I'm going to try to do better, inspired by Roberto Cighetti's tagging me in a photo of a set of skeletons that really need an osteologist:


These are from the Museo delta Antico, which is in Comacchio on the northeast coast of Italy. They shared this image in a Facebook post from March 20.

There's even a closeup that shows just how painful it must have been for that person's left arm to bend entirely the wrong way. ;-)


And as a bonus, I don't even know what's going on here. Is that an... adult fibula in the kid's right arm? An unfused radius that is way too old for the skull?


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Previous Installments of Who needs an osteologist?


January 24, 2017

Bones - Season 12, Episode 3 (Review)

Here's a link to my review over at Forbes of:



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