My stance on ancient Greek anything can basically be boiled down to "my friend and I went around the British Museum doing a room count for fun once and Ancient Greece had 17 rooms to all of sub-Saharan Africa's 3 rooms in the basement"

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My stance on ancient Greek anything can basically be boiled down to "my friend and I went around the British Museum doing a room count for fun once and Ancient Greece had 17 rooms to all of sub-Saharan Africa's 3 rooms in the basement"
Well can AI do this? *stabs myself while building a study model*
There is a single ring at Morgan's door. Glenn isn't sure how he got here--he just sort of...thought really hard about it, while he was panicking about promising a visit to someone who he didn't know how to get to. But he is here, and waiting outside her door! Gosh, he hoped this was the right place. How awkward would that be, knocking on the wrong person's door?
A tote bag from the local grocery store is slung over his shoulder, with a thermos of rose-hip tea, some kale chips, and more than a couple bottles of water. He's wearing a sensible white button-up shirt under a tan sweater and grey khakis--the only hint that this is Glenn is the red tie that peeks out.
(( @therealmorganfreeman ))
Inconsistent chronologies are an issue with archaeology in general because a lot of the chronological models we use are derived from a pre-radiocarbon dating era where all you really had to go by was morphological series of local pottery types, but another reason for being an ancient Greek archaeology hater is the chronological framework for the Bronze Age Aegean. 'Hey guys take a look at my Late Helladic III A 1 potsherd' - statements dreamt up by the utterly deranged
One of the fun things about volunteering at this museum is that I've very quickly grown adept at identifying the exact type of guy (American, 50s/60s, dressed like a hiker) who is most likely to lock me into a 30 minute long unskippable dialogue tree about gravity being different when the pyramids were built
Trying to listen to a podcast about archaeology but the hosts aren't pronouncing anything correctly even though they appear to have been doing this for some number of years. Frankly unprofessional. Nearly unlistenable
I've realized over time that I am less interested in history itself than I am in historiography, or the stories we tell ourselves about history. One of the things I remember most from my Architectural History classes was my professor slowly explaining the myth of Romulus and Remus and asking us what the use of the story as a founding myth told us about Roman Society. Unfortunately for my long-term mental well-being, this latched on to my interest in early American history, and I've never been able to stop thinking about how we talk about the revolution. There aren't all that many retellings of the revolution when you get down to it, but the ones we do have are more useful as snapshots of how the United States viewed itself when they were made than as tools for historic learning. Smarter people than me have pointed out how Hamilton is reflective of the (rather short-lived) liberal optimism of the Obama-era, or how The Patriot is bizarrely entrenched in lost-cause adjacent revisionism.
All this to say, I wish we had more stories about our founding that are just kind of... angry? I want stories about the horror of the human cost of progress. I want stories that aren't preoccupied with trying to make you like the people involved. I want to be disgusted by our failures as much as, if not more than, I am proud of our accomplishments. I want to be angry at 250 years of missed opportunities and structural oppression. I want stories that put the onus on the viewer to keep the promises of our history that have been broken over and over again.