going boldly
So for once I’ve made a decision on the course of my life in the career sense.
Sort of.
At least now I know what I’m going to focus on. It’s not without risks, of course, but for someone like me who is scared of virtually everything, it seems a bit frightening. Even though it’s what I’ve always wanted to do. Archaeology and/ or forensics.
There are some details I need to attend to, and I hope I can do this right, even just as a junior colleague to those greater than myself. I have serious doubts that I can match the people I admire most, even to the point of getting a doctorate. I’m still not sure if a doctorate is really what I want, but what I do know is that I’m really good with anatomy and history and really bad with people, so dead people seems a valid option.
It helps that I have so much encouragement and help, and that the professors I admire so much seem to think I’m worth their effort. I recently asked Dr. Klaus if he knew anyone who could tutor me in the mathematical aspects of archaeological research. “I can help,” he said. “Just stop by during my office hours.”
It took a minute to sink in. I get to be tutored by THIS guy?!
(A caveat on the video- while Haagen mentions that the majority of the mummies were female, the report is a bit skewed. The AP source mentions that most of the victims are female and haven’t yet reached the age of 15. Haagen is referring to the ADULT female mummies. Up to the age of 15 (give or take), it is impossible to tell a female from a male skeleton.)
I’m glad I have Matt, who never fails to encourage me and show me that he has every confidence in me (for some reason). I love that man.
And now for something completely different.
I have a funeral and viewing over the next couple of days. We lost a good man, a good friend, and yet another good Utah Valley musician. I’m a Utah Valley musician too, but since I’m not any good I hope I’m safe from what seems to be the Curse of Utah Valley Musicians.
He had a lot of friends. Some of those friends are also good friends of mine. Some of them don’t get along. I’m finding myself– ME, -the anti- drama- unless- you’re- on- a- slab loner, in the position of mediator. I’m not going to take sides, especially when their differences are mostly pretty silly, and when it’s not it should still be dealt with in a more mature manner. I still really care about my friends. I love them. In small doses, mostly- nothing personal, I’m just a very, er, individual individual.
I must run to take care of a friend now and prepare myself to look upon a corpse that will be all too familiar, yet all too different with the life gone from his face. I hope I can emotionally handle it. It’s just a crying shame.
November 29 2009 09:17 pm | college and culture and life and mental health and photography and school and utah
November 30th, 2009 at 7:34 am
You go girl. It would be so special if you could combine your photography skills with your love of archeology and forensics. You are just amazing.
November 30th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
There are times that I wish I worked with dead people……the live ones I work with are far more frustrating….