Monday begins the fourth and final week of the Belize archeology field school. This has been an enormous amount of hard work. On Monday my digging technically ended. I am now in the lab analyzing the enormous hoard of ceramics we excavated. As I know nothing of Mayan ceramics it’s been a crash course in [...]
Tomorrow morning I catch the southbound bus to Laredo at 900.
I’ll arrive in Laredo about 1145, walk across the border at International Bridge #1, take the city bus to the new primera classe bus station and catch the first available to Mexico City.
After that, who knows? I have to be in Belize on [...]
I need some help from the ladies.
How does one extrapolate, infer, or deduct and induct the role of women in a society 1,000 years old with pretty much nothing but textile fragments, kitchen and cooking utensils and a very, very thin literary record to go on?
I know I am missing something. And I [...]
Paul VI, John XXIII, Pope John Paul II
I was too young to know John XXIII. I knew his legacy as the order of the text of the Mass changed thru my childhood. His successor Paul VI seemed a distant Italian from another era. I was more interested in the adventures of Biggles and later [...]
(originally published Dec 9, 2013)
Agonist Diaries are back!
One of the best features of the old Agonist was USER DIARIES. After considerable effort, we’ve restored that function to the new WordPress platform.
All Agonist registered users can now create their own Diary entries. Posts can be on any subject but are subject to [...]
The beatings will recommence on Saturday when I resume my duties as Editor in Chief here at my first true love: The Agonist.
It’s always good to come home.
Y’all have been missed.
Thanks to the Cosmopolitan for the idea: Just the Right Amount of Wrong. (Yes, some comped nights would be nice!)
With a nod to Sochi 2014:
The Money Party
Today will be my last day as editor in chief of the Agonist. I’ve appreciated and enjoyed serving in that role. Personal and professional obligations are pressing and I do not have the time required to continue. The Agonist has the foundation to move forward and a readership that generated close [...]
Rolling into Flores as late as we did I stressed finding a decent hotel. Not to worry: La Casona de la Isla, a little boutique hotel (a term I use very loosely for Guatemala) came complete with hot showers, an air conditioner, two beds, a pool, wifi (for father’s epic iPhone addiction) and a lovely [...]
Up at 530. Cold shower. Teeth a-chattering. Clothed. Grab bags. On way to airport. Arrived. Ticketed. Take shoes off. Security. On the jetway.
Then we wait inside the plane—almost a full hour—for clearance to take off from the brand new tarmac of El Salvador’s national airport.
“I’m not impressed with the airline,” said my Dad.
First morning in El Salvador. Got the drop on three waves, didn’t ride them long. Out of shape and out of practice. Surfing is decidedly not like riding a bike. You lose skills when you don’t use them. But it was fun. As a buddy I met at Popoyo in 2009 says, “El Tunco’s a [...]
Here is a photographic collection, so far, of all the “jays” I’ve seen in the world. Seven of the eight come from the Western Hemisphere, but one is from India and is called the Indian Tree Pie. We’ll start with him:
You can see the rest here.
To Stirling Newberry – The Agonist wishes you the very best!
Pay Attention! The EU and IMF confiscate private deposits
Where were you when they told us the world as we know it is over?
Here is a list of top posts from the Agonist in terms of hits/views. [...]
December 17, 2013: Pelicans glide inches above the cresting waves. The rising sun glistens pinkish and oblique across the Pacific Ocean and carries me back to yesterday, where we left Granada about 930am—Hernán was with us—and the driver was a big, giant of a man whose hands never left the ten and two o’clock position [...]
Woke up yesterday and immediately jumped into an ice cold shower: penance for my lack of vigilance the night before. You see, it’s been, what, four years since I’ve been on the road like this? A long time to lose critical skills like remembering to ask the hotelier (more like a roach motel, but hey) [...]