Things that make you go : (

So, the Hurt Locker. This is a good movie, but don't be fooled.


This man is very attractive. But he has a lot of issues. Issues that don't even include problems like this.



Or even this.



I guess this is kind of spoiler-ish, so you're forewarned. I had gotten the impression from some of the reviews that this was one of those 'man put in difficult position, survives, puts himself back in harm's way for the good of his men' kind of movies. Those are good films. Also good, Star Trek.


Unfortunately, this movie is not either of those. It's a little like The Kingdom, where it's intense and crazy (and on the HD pretty sweet) and you leave feeling like the world is a pretty dark and cold place. But mostly I just ended up feeling ambiguous towards the main character.

I was all set to really like him. He was hot and had a swagger. He was kind of cavalier about his job, but formula generally states that shit will happen, the team will come together, and the end will be some variation of puppies and rainbows. But, as it turns out, our hero has a major case of disassociation. I kind of wished he was the one talking to the shrink instead of the cute Specialist who we last saw as the guy that almost got shot by Jake Gylenhaal in Jarhead.


Which is kind of ironic considering that he actually gets shot by the main character in Hurt Locker.

But there is no talking to the shrink or working out issues or even enjoying the family. Our main character goes back to war, but he's not doing it out of a sense of duty or brotherhood or even because it's a job. Before he ships out again, our hero has a conversation with his infant son about how, as you get older, the circle of things you love will shrink until there is maybe only one or two things left. And that's the case for him, our hero only loves the bomb. Which is just amazingly sad.

It was a good movie, but I came away sad and upset with our main guy because you get the feeling that his issues are going to get someone killed someday. I think I need to watch some Star Trek and find my happy place again.

Technology is Amazing

Something pretty amazing happened the other day and I feel the need to share. To set the story, I have to give some background info....

Almost four years ago I graduated from college...holy hell, I graduated from college almost four years ago, ugh...anyway...so four years ago on my graduation I was given an iPod (wonderful). Using some grad money, I bought one of those fm transmitters that plugs into the bottom of the iPod so that my music would play through my car stereo. Necessary because my little Alero didn't have an auxiliary input.



The Griffin iTrip I bought (for 70 freking dollars), worked ok. I could listen to music, but it was often really static-y and had a hard time finding a signal. I became jealous of my friends' cars who had tape decks and could use the tape converter. So simple and easy. Why couldn't my car have a tape deck? (Actually it did, but then I switched it out for a CD player with no aux. input before graduation. Damn my lack of foresight!)

Fast forward to about two weeks ago when the piedmont of North Carolina suddenly decided it wanted to be like New York. Seven inches of snow fell. I realized I don't have the kind of cold weather clothing I really need, especially now that I'm trying to actually move to NY (or somewhere I can get a phd).

Well, while there was still snow and ice all around and my brother was out of school for most of the week, my college told me to suck it up and get to class. And there I was making my cold, but merry way to my car two Tuesday's ago, scratching the ice off my windows with a credit card (the thinking woman's ice scraper). As I'm getting my iPod ready for the drive, I realize I can't find the iTrip. I had just had it, literally, in my hand and remembered putting it in my backpack. But I can't find it. And for the next week it is nowhere to be seen.

Then comes Superbowl Sunday and I decide at 9 pm, when its dark and cold outside, that I MUST find this thing. And there I am outside with the flashlight, prepared to tear my car apart, thinking it must have fallen between the seats. As I tromping across the leftover ice, I see something just ahead of my car, in the place where I usually park. I'm thinking to myself that's weird, what is it? It's small. And black. And looks suspiciously, oh holy crap, its the iTrip.

It had apparently, fallen out of the backpack that previous Tuesday and sat outside in the cold and the snow and the rain for a full week. I googled my problem that evening to see if there was a way to fix it, but apparently I am the only person on the internet who has left their iTrip out in the snow for a week. I still feel that this is somewhat unlikely.

The next morning I have to drive to school again and I figure I might as well try and see if it will work. After plugging it in, Dave Matthews started playing through my speakers. ! ! ! Unbelievable.

So, the moral of this story is that I don't complain about my iTrip anymore, it's an amazing piece of technology. And if anyone is thinking of getting one I highly recommend Griffen...or an auxiliary input.

I have a good excuse, I've been busy

Yeah, so my last post was awhile ago, but I do have a good excuse...I've been feverishly working on my thesis. Graduation will hopefully be in May and phd will start in August (Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise).

So as a peace offering for the three people, including my dad, who read this blog, I am including some video of traveling buddies and tigers in Thailand. I've been holding the footage hostage for a bit too long and not sharing with people who would like to see themselves kissing a tiger. Sorry, guys. : )

On another note, I am done with (and passed) my stats classes. Whoot! But I now have two intensive reading classes that grade not only my writing abilities, but also my skills as a bioarchaeologist. Who knew that at some point they would start testing me on my ability to actually perform all of the things we've been reading about. This is truly a crazy mixed up world. I'll let you know how my biological profiles work out, let's hope that I'm fairly competent.

For something non-school related - I am officially not a fan of bad drivers. Now believe me, I am not the greatest and probably would give myself a C. This is because I'm a multi-tasker and deep thinker (read: I have a hard time paying attention, this is part of my second problem - I have a difficult relationship with punctuality, but that's another issue altogether).

But the other night proved me wrong. Thank God. Because as I was driving home, clipping along at a legal 55 mph, some jackass decided to pull out in front of me just as I was about to pass him.

Now, people say things like, "oh, I almost got into a wreck. It was awful. I almost hit someone's bumper going 10 mph in stop and go traffic. Or, oh man, I almost hit someone and they were only 50 feet away, but I was able to stop in time."

No, that is not close. Close was last night, when I was about 10 feet out from this dude and I had to swerve into the on-coming traffic lane to avoid him, white-knuckling the wheel to keep the car on the road (and who knew swerving cars were hard to handle, the movies are liars). The good news is that my first reaction was to swerve and accelerate and not hit the brakes because there would have been no stopping just in the nick of time.

So I am going to start giving myself a grade of a B, because while I may have some driving problems, my subconscious/instinct is a hell of a driver.

Sad.....

Back in Bangkok and spent tonight with a few people from the dig, including the awesome Thai grad students who helped our group move more smoothly among Thai society. They are amazing people who became our friends over the course of the fieldschool and I am sad to be leaving here and not know when I will see them again.

My little traveling group has seen some amazing things and there are still more stories from the past month that I need to post on, but for tonight I am just going to be sad that this adventure is just about over and that there are some amazing people who I have been fortunate enough to spend time with and get to know that I will be missing.

Lop-vegas

Lopburi, Thailand is a large town/small city that weirdly enough reminds me of the big town I grew up outside of in West Virginia. If Parkersburg had street markets and vendors and monkeys running around, they would be about the same - both are kind of dated and run down, but still friendly. Apparently Lopburi is also the secret weapon for the Thai military and I am literally surrounded by about a dozen bases and special forces schools. Oddly enough around town people still wear American military apparel, saw a guy with an arm patch that said Ft. Benning, pretty sure there is not one of those here. But there is an airborne base down the street from my hotel, so maybe we have an exchange program? I'll tell you what there is not a lot of...hookers. Not that I was looking or expected it, but there is not a plethora of seedy bars and questionable women. There are a lot of monkeys that will steal your stuff and dogs that look like they want to eat you, but so far no red light district.



I can't mention the monkeys enough, mainly because I don't like them. They are cute for about 2 minutes and then they start looking at you and your realize that they are scoping out what you have and how much they want it. I'm not kidding. One of our first excursions downtown, we were walking back from dinner trying to find a song-tau (cheap taxi - pickup truck with a metal roll cage welded to the bed with bench seats placed inside)



to catch a ride back to the hotel, and we see a monkey sitting on the iron gate encircling a ruined temple. This monkey sees something in the bed of a truck that is coming down the street, jumps from the gate across some lawn, a sidewalk, and a lane of traffic to land in the bed of the moving truck, steals a piece of fruit, and jumps out again. These monkeys do not play around.

The people though are amazing - they think we are interesting to watch because they get few Western foreigners here and we are varying shades of pale which is considered attractive. So for the first time in my life I am exotic. Haha. It's a novel experience, but I am looking forward to blending in again when I get back. They are extraordinarily patient with our lack of Thai and their lack of English - it's amazing what you can accomplish with hand gestures and pantomime.

It's also amazing how alive this town gets in the early evening. It starts getting a bit cooler (although the heat is not intolerable, no worse than Florida in the early summer), and people roll out open door restaurants onto the sidewalk, food carts line up along busy streets and people just pull out of traffic onto the shoulder to grab food. Somtimes they don't even make it to the shoulder, they just stop in the lane and the rest of traffic just moves around them. No angry blaring of horns or yelling. No whistling or yelling from guys either as a group of us girls walk down the street. I love Buddhist countries.

They love pork here, but there is no bacon at breakfast. And Thais don't seem to eat cheese, which is sad and has me craving quesadillas and nachos a lot. The food is good here, but I find myself planning my meals for when I get home. This is kind of ridiculous because there are western restaurants - I had pizza last night (tasted like Pizza Hut) and my favorite food cart is fried chicken made my a sweet Thai woman who laughs at my highly accented Thai thank yous (kop kun ka!). So it's not like I am without comforts of home - I even bought bowls and have been having Fruit Loops in the mornings for breakfast. This doesn't mean I haven't been expanding my horizons. At the dig site, several of the wonderful Thai students who work with us make amazingly beautiful and delicious lunches. This was my first taste of curries and all sorts of Thai fruits (mmm mangosteens!). And you really can't go wrong with simple dishes like pork or chicken and rice. Sadly, this means I have learned I am a non-ferocious bamboo shoot when it comes to spices. A lot of things that the other field school kids think is only mild or worse, not spicy at all, I have a hard time trying to get down. White rice is amazing for cooling your mouth and I'm also drinking a lot of water, as a consequence. So..yay, for hydration, at least.

More to come, but just as an fyi - if you are in Thailand and are trying to buy a drink and they ask you if you want it in a bag - say yes.

I think therefore Siam

Bangkok - May 27-30

What an amazing, loud, busy city. It's like London or D.C. on crack and if they were into street carts and sidewalk salesman. The city smells of food all the time - people are cooking in restaurants, rolling out sidewalk cafes, setting up carts of fresh fruit, noodles, boiled pork (yum!) and some sort of weird hot dog thing that they call sausage, but IS NOT SAUSAGE and made me a little sick to my stomach.

We saw several temples (Sleeping Buddha – largest in the world) and the Grand Palace where the king still performs ceremonial functions, part of the palace area is a Buddhist temple where the Emerald Budda resides *Hint- Buddha is a big theme here*.

It was moving in a way I can’t explain to see people taking off their shoes, going in and kneeling to pray. I was moved, but at the same time was very aware of my own Christianity and didn’t join other non-Thais (read Americans and Europeans) when they kneeled before Buddha too. The beautiful murals and statues and architecture are so grand as to be almost overwhelming and I am still trying to wrap my brain around a place that dates its Historical (written word) period back at least 2,000 years. *Another hint* We Americans only date it back about 200.

It's hot, but not unbearable - reminds me a lot of Florida. The vegetation is more interesting out in the town where we are working out of (Lopburi), just because there is more of it to see. In Bangkok, like any city, it's more concrete than actual jungle. And sadly, I find out, there is no actual jungle. We are in the middle of the country where it’s maybe subtropical, but more temperate forests. The south has the tropical jungles.

Had to take a boat to get to The Grand Palace and the Sleeping Buddha - which was a good time. It sounded almost refreshing since it was hot that day, until you saw and smelled the river. Not as much trash as you would think, but lots of biodegradable refuse like plants and a dead baby pig. Not something you want to go swimming in…or have sprayed on you. It's definitely a bottled water city (and country for that matter) though there are no recycling bins that I have seen...it’s possible this is just done at the trash plants.

Food was a mix of Thai food, a few forays to McDonalds as I craved something familiar, and Thai pizza - which was delicious. Oven backed bread cooked on the thin side so was crispy with mozzarella and tomato paste put on top last. The food here is amazing I have come to find out.

The Temples were beautiful, you had to take your shoes off when you entered, out of respect - so there was a lot of removing of shoes and socks and I kind of wished I had brought flip flops. We also stopped by the Jim Thompson house which was close to our hotel, an interesting story - an American serviceman (served in the OSS during WWII) who liked Thailand and stayed on, building this beautiful conglomeration of several Thai houses into one main structure and making Thai silk what it is today - world renowned and wanted. And then on a visit to friends in Malaysia he just disappears while on a walk. Crazy. But his business continues and you can tour his house and gardens which are amazing. You have to remove your shoes – it’s customary to do this in Thai houses since they normally eat sitting on the floor and you want to keep it clean. Of course, I didn't see the signs initially and stepped inside and was about to take a picture when I was reprimanded by the staff. I hate making cultural faux pas like that.

Next updates will be about Lopburi and the dig - Bangkok was fun and interesting, but I'm no city girl and jet lag had me in bed by 9 or 10 each night.

Siam so far away...

So I think I am going to start calling the places I want to visit by the old names - Siam...Indja (which just might be Nicole Kidman's accent, but sounds awesome anyway)...these might be colonial and therefore not politically correct, but how cool is it to say 'I am going to Siam'. Makes me think of pith helmets, handlebar mustaches, steamer ships taking you to far away and exotic locales...and then attacking, colonizing and exploiting their natural resources....ok, we are going to just forget that last part. This trip we are going to think more The King and I (which is where it is actually set) and less Joseph Conrad and his awful Heart of Darkness. This is exotic and spicy Thailand, not horribly depressing Congo.

I fly out in roughly 7 hours and I think I am going to treat the family to cinnamon rolls as we are getting ready in the morning. Hmm, pillsbury.

Fingers crossed I can fit all of my stuff into my bags. My minimalist plan seems to have some holes and it would probably have been easier to consolidate my bulky bags into my one big suitcase. Oy vey.

I'm off to bed to get a few hours sleep, see you all in about 21 hrs and another hemisphere.