Sorry, no picture this evening. But not all of archaeology involves pictures. A fair amount of it involves sitting in cheap motel rooms, fretting about conference papers. And this cheap motel is one of my favorites. The second time I stayed here the owners went on vacation and left me alone in the place for a week. It was actually really nice, though I couldn't get clean towels. The air conditioner in my current room is broken, but it is a beautiful New Mexico evening and having all the windows open is nice.

Although this is the weekend of the Society for American Archaeology meetings in Memphis, I am giving a paper in Moriarty New Mexico. It was an invited lecture, which is nice. But at the same time a little depressing that I have become the expert on something, especially something as odd as a bunch of spear points ringing a lake which has been empty for the last eight thousand years...