Me and two others from my flat went hunting yesterday. Hunting for something to buy. Trekking round the vintage fare that happens every saturday (which is frankly brilliant) I have decided that it will be my weekly haunt.
There is a stall that sells old and very beautiful maps for 50/20p/sheet. I bought a map of Greece, and a map showing the River systems of the world and the waters that they feed with a graph of the amount of water each river moves. I also bought a very nice hat, but thats not as interesting.
After that we trecked round most of Clifton and Cotham looking at charity shops/antique shops. All I can say is that Clifton is not the place to go, its mainly for middle aged women.
Im loving this essay too much, I feel I wont achieve a good grade because I’m answering the question too much in such a small word limit. Here is a list. Processional archaeology, Positivist archaeology, Structuralist archaeology, Post-Processional, Marxist, post-Structuralist archaeology, Hermeneutics, and Hermeneutic circles. The last 60 years in archaeology. Literally.
Basically this is what I’m doing (part of my introduction)
By looking at the cognitive and philosophical approaches archaeologists have towards understanding archaeological data I anticipate to answer how archaeologists try to remain unbiassed in their interpretations, or, through their interpretations anticipate their bias.
Before you ask, it does make sense if you read around the subject.
In my mind I have a house, its planned, its designed, and its all there. From the doorknobs to the way slats outside certain windows will be able to be moved to create shadows and shade. The wood, the colours and the furniture is all there. If only it was real…
“The first stroke of eleven produced a magical effect. The tram cars glided into stillness, motors ceased to cough and fume, and stopped dead, and the mighty-limbed dray horses hunched back upon their loads and stopped also, seeming to do it of their own volition. Someone took off his hat, and with a nervous hesitancy the rest of the men bowed their heads also. Here and there an old soldier could be detected slipping unconsciously into the posture of ‘attention’. An elderly woman, not far away, wiped her eyes, and the man beside her looked white and stern. Everyone stood very still … The hush deepened. It had spread over the whole city and become so pronounced as to impress one with a sense of audibility. It was a silence which was almost pain… And the spirit of memory brooded over it all.”—The First Two Minute Silence in London (11 November 1919) as reported in the Manchester Guardian on 12 November 1919.
I think one of these days, possibly when its not as busy as it is now, I will post a picture of the inside. Its not as gothic or an beautiful as the Ox-bridge libraries, and it was built between 1914 and the 1920s so there is a lot of neo-gothic Arts and Crafts verging on Art Deco simple angles here. But it is still beautiful.
Its just Nice. Quite, nice temperature, comfy chairs, high ceilings, surrounded by books and architecture, just a nice working environment.
Just a shame the Earth Sciences and Law have it… some very odd people in this library.
Anyway, must get back to flicking through archaeological reports of Ostrica dug up in Athens and reading through Plutarch, Aristotle, and Deodorus. With the odd moden source as a starter.