Bicycles and Girlfriends

I'm not really doing too much right now, so I thought I would take the time to talk about my dreams, well just one really.

I had a dream that I was riding a bicycle to an ex-girlfriend's house.  Upon arrival I realized that the bike I was riding was broken but I had another one exactly like it in the back of my car.  When I got to her house, she was there standing in the window on the second floor.  She and I could not stop crying.  She wanted me to say something and I did too, but I couldn't. I had to get back to my car and back to the bicycle that wasn't broken.  I felt sick, heart broken, and relieved.

Sharoush Al-Hadid

How much time do I have?  It must be rather late in the evening in the U.S. because I only have one view today.  That couldn't possibly be right if it were during the day??  Or could it.

Something exciting!  I've drove in a foreign country!  Fuck yeah.  An accomplishment?  You betcha!  What's more?  I navigated around the city after only being led around once before.  I'm proud of this fact.

The site!

Amazing.  All kinds of slag deposits.  The archaeologist who have  been working on this site for a few months now have not yet answered the questions that we have because they have not yet asked themselves those questions.  It's bizzare.

What are the layers of occupation, if any?

How much slag is there?  Density? 

What are these HUGE deposits of ash?

What kind of firepower does it take to produce one kilo of slag?

These are just a few of the questions which hopefully will be closer to an answer by the end of this month.

I would have more but today is the first day that we have been able to go out and actually visit the sites.  Last night two more crew members joined us in the small Villa south of Dubai, which is pretty nice considering typical field living conditions.

Tomorrow I think I'm going to learn all about the magnotometer.  I'm excited about it.  Oh, also I have to learn more about the total station, you know that thing that you see the people using on the side of the road.  Someone looks through a little box at someone who is holding a prism?  Yeah, that thing.

We have a swimming pool that is disgusting.  Supposedly someone is to come and clean it up.  Who knows?

I have a crap load of pictures already and will post some, somewhere at a currently undisclosed location in cyberspace....ones and zeros.  Delicious.