I really wish I had my camera. I’ve just walked past a table piled with wooden stakes.
I’ve never thought about it before but if vampires attack your city, try and end up near any surveyors or geomatics people.

“Many archaeologists believe they are a vital part of their work, while some dismiss them as mere treasure hunters. Now a new code of conduct is recognising the role of metal detector enthusiasts in mapping the UK’s history.” BBC
I wonder how many comments the editors had to deal with. The detectorist/archaeologist debate is extremely passionate.

“UK’s museums have pulling power” claims BBC, though they’re referring to a survey that claims museums are great places to take dates, rather than actually meet people.
According to the story on the 24 Hour Museum, “10% of people also confessed to having chatted someone up whilst on a museum or gallery visit.”
I was at Tate Britain for the Noise of Art and late view of the Tate Triennial last night and I’d hope that at least one person managed to pull a stranger.

I thought this was an interesting statement, from a page about the Bible and homosexuality:
“We have been unable to change the beliefs or actions of any of these hundreds of people on even one point related to homosexuality. Their views appear to be fixed. It is doubtful that much progress towards compromise on homosexual rights can be made by means of dialogue. We don’t expect that the attached essays will change the beliefs of many visitors to this web site. However, the essays may help people understand opinions that are not their own.”
My theory has always been that your politics are generally based on your emotional make up (unless they’re a reaction to your parents’ or culture, for example) and your views on the Bible are probably much the same. You can’t change someone’s mind if they don’t want to change, but you can give them information that will let them make an informed decision. Unless they’re a schoolkid in America, of course.

One of the churches I pass on my walk to work has a banner advertising “Sunday brunch, stalls and coffee 12 to 2pm”. The English afternoon tea is truly dead, and I bet the stalls don’t have any scones either.

Really busy day, but exciting news! I have my dates for Turkey, and it looks like after two weeks on site, my lovely friend Min will meet me in Istanbul and we’ll either get a ferry across the Black Sea or catch a train through Bulgaria to Romania.

“In one of the few critical accounts of the Bosnian pyramid story, which appeared in the Art Newspaper, the University of Sarejevo’s Enver Imamovic, a former director of the National Museum in Sarjevo, is quoted as saying, “This is the equivalent of letting me, an archaeologist, perform surgery in hospitals.”” archaeology.org