Digging in the Dirt of Life
**original update from July 11, 2011. The weekend started off so well: coffee at an independent shop; finding underwear that fit and that was on sale. Wow. Yvonne decided to push her luck and attempt to continue an edit of her first manuscript. She dusted off her PC and found herself suddenly into the flow of writing. Amazing!... Continue Reading →
*original email May 13, 2011. Yvonne has her first paycheque and has been at her new job for a month. OMG. For those wary few that didn't think it possible to leave archaeology, Yvonne is here to show you that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your present philosophy.... Continue Reading →
*original update from April 21, 2011. There's going native Margaret Mead-style, and then there's being broken. Yvonne fully admits that archaeology has broken her. It may not have broken her will (it is iron, after all), but in terms of her style, spirit, demeanor, and perspective, archaeology has worn away nearly all traces of all... Continue Reading →
*original email August 9, 2010. Yvonne has a headache. And it's a headache no amount of Advil can cure. Three weeks ago, Yvonne was told she's be working with a new client. Not "new" as in new to the company, but Yvonne had never worked with them. Two and a half weeks ago, the headache... Continue Reading →
Let it be known that until Friday night, Yvonne was a virgin. A tequila virgin, that is. Yvonne grew up hearing stories of house parties where civilised shenanigans evolved into tequila shooting events. Soon after, kitchen sinks, toilets, plant pots would be sought out as the body ejected, sometimes from both ends, a toxin that... Continue Reading →
The Reluctant Archaeologist 