Belated footnotes

Re: Libraries of the future

This report, entitled “Current Models of Digital Scholarly Communication”, came out in November, 2008; I haven’t had a chance to peruse the whole epic but it sounds utile.

More on the Public and Fresh-off-the-press science news, and how that all is going down (at least within the status quo).

(Implausible sketches for Bernini’s “Chicken”, via Giornale Nuovo)

Re: Money = food= researcher= paperwork => Stop thou shalt read no more without answering these questions three and paying a doubloon.

There is in fact a Directory of Open Access Journals, which offers 21 journals in Archaeology alone, among them, the Bryn Mawr Classical Review. Interestingly,  a great many of the others are not based in the U.S. or even written primarily in English; I am all for that, especially since English/French/German render a great many new articles and seminal texts useless to most of the world.

Also, another, say, more matured discussion of moolah and the hand of Uncle Sam.

(Yes. Yes, everything should be in Latin. Open Source Geek.)

May barbarians invade your personal space!

(courtesy of internetbumperstickers.com)

And what a big bad world it is, too

Breaking news: Archaeology a poor choice for fame and fortune!

No, seriously. Apparently the whole title and trust fund thing are de rigeur these days for those foolish enough to fall for ye olde thingys.

No? You’re not convinced? Suggestion: Sleep with the department chair. Or worse, read a physics book or five.

Apparently Archaeology isn’t the only battleground of civilization, the NY Times is hosting a rousing discussion about navel-gazing academia, the future of the ivory towers and whether or not the humanities are fit to be the hobbyhorse of those classy dudes figuring out that kissing is fun.

Simplistic? Of course. I’m still a proud archaeology major, student loans and all. And I still believe in the future of literature and art and words that have been savored by mouths in a hundred different languages, or even words saved from the sands. On the other hand, I hear that foraging is no longer the fun and mammoth hunt extravaganza it used to be.  And archaeology deserves better than dumpster diving funds. I know it’s crazy to actually postulate some future potentials, but archaeology needs more than bull whips and glittery gold. Or the Naked Archaeologist, because that’s just embarrassing for the species.
That’s right. We need firepower. We need zombies. We need motherfuckin’ Greeks on a trireme.

We need sleep, because our thesis is doing weird things to our occipital lobe.