Why I hate Briars
Jan. 8th, 2007 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pinksonia I am currently covered in hundreds of tiny little cuts. It turns out that the woods of Louisiana are filled with briars - absolutely everywhere. I mean it everywhere. Saturday I got to remove one of their little prickers from the piece of skin between my eyelid and my eye with a pair of tweezers. Other than that I taking to this outdoorsy thing surprisingly well. So well in fact, that I keep wondering when the novelty wears off and leaves me miserable -- lets hope never.
I found the first artifact of the project. Now it occurs to me that this is a major difference between Pennsylvania and Louisiana archaeology. In Pennsylvania, when a hole was said to have nothing it usually meant: one piece of nasty plastic, three pieces of glass, and a handful of coal. In Louisiana, nothing means absolutely nothing. My positive test had exactly one piece of glass in it. And this after five days full of nothing.
On the cellphone front, the Walmart is apparently not allowed to give me a plan because of my Pennsylvania address. They said that an actual cingular store may be able to give me a plan, so I see a trip to Shreveport on my first day off.
I found the first artifact of the project. Now it occurs to me that this is a major difference between Pennsylvania and Louisiana archaeology. In Pennsylvania, when a hole was said to have nothing it usually meant: one piece of nasty plastic, three pieces of glass, and a handful of coal. In Louisiana, nothing means absolutely nothing. My positive test had exactly one piece of glass in it. And this after five days full of nothing.
On the cellphone front, the Walmart is apparently not allowed to give me a plan because of my Pennsylvania address. They said that an actual cingular store may be able to give me a plan, so I see a trip to Shreveport on my first day off.
