Blues and BBQ

I managed to keep a fairly healthy diet for the first three weeks of my research trip. Not tempeh and quinoa salad healthy, but reasonably healthy for traveling on a budget, shopping at big chain super markets, and having only a refrigerator and microwave to keep and prepare meals. This past week I got lazy. I didn't feel like getting up in the morning to make another whole roast turkey breast sandwich for lunch. I definitely didn't feel like washing any more salad in my sink for dinner at night. So I went to KFC, picked up a 12-piece dinner, and survived on that for about three days.

After having the Truckdriver's Special breakfast -- french toast, eggs, hash browns, and sausage -- at Bill Evans Family Restaurant Saturday morning, enough was enough. I needed healthy fare. Again, I'm not talking about a vegetarian diet, even though it gets harder for me to justify eating meat the more time I spend in communities, like Springfield, where hunting is popular. I don't see much substantive difference between hunting and eating as two justifications for killing an animal. So it's doesn't make much sense to me that I disapprove of one and still engage in the other. On the other hand, I don't fuss too much over the need for moral consistency.

Boy do I ever digress. My point is that after some local sight-seeing Saturday afternoon, I drove to downtown Springfield to find the specialty market and get myself some good eats. Only instead I found this....

...Hot on the heels of the State Fair, Springfield's annual, jam-packed Blues and BBQ Festival! Baby back ribs and pulled pork (sandwiches) everywhere. BBQ specialists came from as far as Texas and Wyoming to sell their stuff. My healthier diet is postponed for a few days, until I finish the full-rack of ribs I've got broken up into sections in my mini-fridge. I did, however, avoid all fried foods and purchase a couple of side dishes that could at least pretend to be vegetables (baked beans and cole slaw).

Vanity in the Heartland

Almost from the moment I arrived in Springfield, I was struck by the seemingly high percentage of cars sporting vanity license plates. It could have been sampling error at first, just a random encounter with multiple vanity plate cars driving side by side in a two-lane or parked next to one another. But it's not sampling error. People in Springfield purchase vanity plates.

I took all of the following photos in a 24-hour span. I wasn't looking for vanity plates. They're everywhere.

SNOMEN 8 (left, middle-ground), FINN 87, FLAT 367

FITTS 9 and 1 HETON

MISSION and PKAY 92

A 6-bagger! LM, MINNI G, UFO 9, SANTAR 4, JOE 24, and OHHH 7 (continuous row, multiple photos)

It's gotten to the point where I look for vanity meanings on regular old humble plates most likely coded by the State ... "H2O 6458"? This is an excellent use of my free time.

I asked a graduate student who works part time at the Museum about the Springfield vanity plate phenomenon. She surmised that people get them because cars in Springfield all look pretty much the same; individualized plates make it easier to find one's auto in the parking lot. This is a classicly "emic" explanation, if you ask me. Of the 13 cars in the photos above, no two are the same make/model. Further, in any given State, all license plates are unique, regardless of whether their individuality is the result of State assignment or car-owner choice. This is a ready-to-wear dissertation topic for a socio-cultural anthropologist, no? Maybe if my cranial data is a bust, I'll switch wings.

Can you say this on public television?

As I write, Illinois TV station WGN Sports is airing the Yankees-White Sox game, which the Yanks are dominating 9-0. One of the White Sox announcers just said, "The Yankees lineup has a lot of hitters who know how to ride a pitcher hard and put him away wet."

Isn't this expression a sexual allusion, albeit one with great color? I always thought so. Maybe not. Maybe it has something to do with livestock. Anyone?

And yes, I'm supposed to be out touring Abe Lincoln historical sites, but I got stuck trying to decide whether or not to shave my beard. You know, important stuff.

Oh, and the same announcer just referred to a hard swing and miss by Nick Swisher as "big head no cattle." Maybe that says something about the earlier statement in question.

Land of Lincoln Tour Truncated

My plan for this weekend was to visit a few of the Abraham Lincoln historical sites in and around Springfield. My tourism meta-plan is to avoid elitist smirking at unsophisticated tourist offerings. So, I will skip the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum.

But I can still engage in a little elitist smirking at descriptions of tourist offerings. An extended description of the Lincoln Museum in the Capital City Visitor, a local tourist guide, includes the following:

-"Professional actors read Lincoln's words. One highlight: a simulated television director's studio where news stories and commericals for Lincoln's 1860 presidential campaign are continuously played on video monitors as though the election were being held in modern times." Wouldn't it be infinitely more interesting to be given a sense of how politicians waged election campaigns in the nineteenth century?

-"Part two of 'The Journey' beings in a replica of the White House's Blue Room, where Mary Todd Lincoln appears to extend her arms in welcome." (While actually wishing all these strangers would stop visiting)

-"In ... a 17-minute layered-projection show, 'Lincoln's Eyes,' ... the seats tremble when cannons are 'fired' into the audience, and other special effects add dimension to the story."

Here's something I'd been wondering about: Lincoln worked as a lawyer and was elected to the Senate while living in Springfield, but he was born in Kentucky, grew up in Indiana, and earned his legacy while living in Washington, D.C. So how exactly did Springfield become Lincoln's historical center of gravity? By arm-twisting and gall, it turns out. The Capitol City Visitor explains: "Within hours of Lincoln's death, the Springfield City Council had passed a special resolution seeking to secure the return of the city's favorite son. During the Washington, D.C. funeral, about 400 people from Illinois attended a special meeting in the White House's East Room to lobby for the body... Mary [Todd Lincoln] initially resisted. Her first choice was Chicago, followed by Washington."

I'm off to Lincoln's Tomb.

Woke up this morning, . . .

. . . put Neosporin on my toothbrush. Temporary brush replacement: q-tips.

Little notes

Accomodations: I switched hotels yesterday, moving myself from the Red Roof Inn to the Day's Inn. The price is the same, but several factors so far make the hassle of packing and unpacking myself one extra time worth the trouble: (1) when I return to my hotel room at the end of the day, I no longer need time to get used to the smell, (2) so far I have found zero pillows in my Day's Inn hotel room with a golf ball-size blood stain, which is one less than the number of such pillows in my room at the Red Roof, and (3) I can be anywhere in this city and easily find my way home now that I live in the shadow of Springfield's giant cloud-making machines.

Postscript on Republican Day at the Illinois State Fair (at best): I suggested it a few days ago, but I didn't actually believe that Republican Day drove down attendance at the Illinois State Fair. However, it may have. It turns out that Republicans do not hold a single statewide office in Illinois, and whathisname, the head of the Illinois Republican whatsitcalled Committee, used the occassion of Republican Day at the Fair to resign his chairmanship.

Name the pathology

The Week in Work

Week 1 in Springfield: 43 mandibles and 11 crania. That's reasonable productivity, considering how much of the first few days with a new collection are spent getting oriented to a new setup and museum record-keeping system.

I finally figured out how to convert images of my data output into a format suitable for uploading to the blog (thanks, Joe)...

I'm concerned that the fragmentary nature of subadult specimens in the Springfield agriculturalist collections will mean I can't take obtain a large enough sample for certain developmental stages. Having looked through over 80% of the subadult remains from a burial mound consisting of over 900 individuals, I've only collected data on 8 subadult crania. Most of these crania are incomplete, so that in fact, I'll be limited to conducting shape analysis on just the face and/or the shape of the cranial vault. This isn't all that surprising. Juvenile crania are more delicate than adult crania, and the sutures that bind together the multiple cranial bones are less securely established.

Of greater concern is the absence of well-preserved mandibles from individuals approximately 6-11 years of age (after eruption of first adult molar but prior to eruption of second adult molar). My research design calls for 10 individuals who lie within this developmental stage. Again, having looked through over 80% of the agriculturalist burials, I've found only two suitable mandibles from this stage (by "suitable" I mean jaws on which each of the landmarks I'm taking are preserved on at least one side). This isn't entirely random. A study of life span examining 261 burials from the same population I'm working with found that more than 20% of the burials were children between birth and 6 years of age, while less than 8% were between the ages of 7 and 13. (Female mortality rates spike as women reach child-rearing age; males who survive adolescence have relatively low mortality rates until about 35 years of age).

Separately, on Saturday, I made the two hour drive from Springfield to Dickson Mounds to visit the Native American history museum that now lies on the burial site from which the remains discussed above were excavated. Dickson Mounds is waaaaaaaaaay out in the middle of Illinois farm country. For 3/4 of my drive, I saw nothing but cornfields and soybean fields, along with the occassional grain silo or barn.

Southern Illinois is truly farm country. I had no idea. And if the signs posted at the the edge of the fields along the roadway are an accurrate indication, most of these farms grow genetically modified crops.

The Dickson Mounds museum is a nice structure--sort of an art deco recreation of a large ceremonial building from the Native American Mississippian period in the Illinois River Valley. It's nestled within a thick tree stand; I've got no good photos of it. As for the exhibits, well, I'd read about and was hoping to see a partial excavation with burials still exposed, but the docent informed me the State closed this part of the museum 17 years ago. Which makes good sense, and made the inappropriateness of displaying the remains suddenly clear to me. So I looked at the artifacts. They were well displayed, well described and interesting. But for me, not as interesting as bones.

The State Fair (at best)

I went. I ate the fried cheesecake. It's been four hours. I'm still cramping.

Republican Day at the fair. Pretty empty, no?

Life-sized Abraham Lincoln and his cow carved in BUTTER. But does his head bobble?

Even Jesus had a booth...

Four weeks to go. I'm bored.

Score!

One bobblehead down, two to go. Seriously, who's a bobblehead-worthy person from Arizona?

In unrelated news, floods seem to follow me wherever I go on this trip. My first full day working in Lexington, parts of Kentucky got six inches of rain in under an hour (http://www.thehorse.com/ViewArticle.aspx?ID=14661&src=EM). The museum I was working at suffered minor flooding. Today, my first full day working in Springfield, heavy thunderstorms put about an inch of water on the floor in parts of the museum. Worse, it kept me from going to the Illinois State Fair and experiencing my first ever fried Twinkie. Not to worry though--the fair runs through Friday. According to the local newspaper, this year's fair also offers fried Pepsi.

Photos of the drive to Springfield, IL (via Lousville)

A castle in Lousville horse country. Some guy brought it over from Europe for his wife as a wedding gift. They got divorced before the whole thing had been reconstructed.

Two shots are from Lousville. Nice city. I stopped at the Louisville Slugger museum and factory for a factory tour--which was similar to, and about as interesting as, a tour of a high school shop class.

Just a sign...

My first time in either Indiana or Illinois (airports don't count).

I arrived in Springfield around 10:30 pm Saturday, only to discover that I'd booked my reservation to start on Sunday. And the Illinois State Fair is in town, so there wasn't a hotel room to be found for less than $150. I wound up driving 30 minutes down the highway to Lincoln and finding a hotel room there for the night.

And the winner is...a pain in the ass

Trip souvenir contest winner is Rohit Nepal, who suggested purchasing regionally appropriate bobbleheads. Only problem is, I couldn't find any in Kentucky. I tried truck stops, college campus stores, and museums. Any number of bobble-heads would have worked: Secretariat, Colonel Sanders (turns out he was a real person), Muhammed Ali. I guess I'll have to find one on the internet.

Illinois's bobblehead has to be Abe Lincoln or Barack Obama. Or ideally, Barack Obama dressed in Abe Lincoln's black suit and sporting an Abe Lincoln beard. I have no idea what bobblehead will represent Arizona. Who's from Arizona? John McCain? Sort of.

Ro, I assume you'd prefer an Obama bobblehead. Let me know if I'm wrong. It will be waiting for you when you move back to the country (unless packages mailed to State Department employees overseas travel at regular Postal Service rates--then I'll send it to you).

Down the Stretch I Come

I know what you're thinking--headlamps are so cool. They also really help with pinpointing landmarks.

Three days to take data on 35 crania and 30 mandibles. Barring any unforeseen delays, I should finish. Barely.

Souvenir selection contest still open. 5 entries so far (3 by e-mail). Winner to be announced tomorrow evening.

Pics of the peeps

This photo gives a pretty good idea of the preservation of the skeletal remains here in Lexington. From left to right, age at death is approximately 18 months old (incomplete deciduous dentition), 3 years old (all deciduous dentition), 8 years old (first adult molars and incisors erupted), and adult (complete eruption, substantial wear). On the adult jaw you can also see the "double dip" chin that's very prevalent in this population, particularly among males.

Typically, for younger individuals, only mandibles are preserved. Even for adolescents, most crania are reconstructions undertaken by the original excavators over 50 years ago. It's only when I get to adults that I find a significant percentage of skulls and mandibles in good condition, with little or no reconstruction.

Since part of my project is a study of the growth sequence of robust features from infancy to adulthood, this presents a bit of a challenge (for the cranium in particular). But really, there's nothing to do but take good data, take good notes, and figure out what's possible when I get back to Davis.

He would return. He's a biological anthropologist.

That's my right shoulder, courtesy of the Lexington First Choice walk-in clinic. The day before I left for Lexington, I separated it playing wiffleball. Yes, wiffleball. I dove for a pop up and came down badly. And no, I did not hold on to the ball.

I've got a tight schedule on this research trip, so I can't afford to take time off to rest the shoulder. Besides, this late in the summer research season, you're not a biological anthropologist if you're not dinged up. It comes with the territory. (Do I need to explain this is a sports reference?)

Here's a few more biological anthropologists, getting a send up on last week's Daily Show.

http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-august-5-2009/human-s-closest-relative

I'm off to a bbq being hosted by the museum curator. It sure beats pistachios and avocados.

To the laundromat!

Outside of the museum and the Target, this may be all of Lexington I have time to see. But the Tortas Cubanas next door makes a killer Cubano.

Thanks to Aunt K. for the most sensible travel gift of all time: rolls of quarters.

Let them eat pistachio and avocado

Today, this old guy at the anthropology museum was mocking California's financial crisis, and asked me if I expected the State to pay my teaching assistant salary in pistachios and avocados. Except for the apple, he perfectly identified the contents of my bag lunch.

Contest: Choose my Souvenir. Prize to the winner.

I’d like to bring something back from each of the three cities where I’ll be working (Lexington, KY; Springfield, IL; Tucson, AZ). But what? Send suggestions. Winner receives one such item, from the city of their choice if possible. Four rules:

1. Monarchy: I pick the winner.

2. Economy: Average cost should be no more than $10.

3. Prohibitionary: No shot glasses, beer mugs, etc.--b/c I think they're lame.

4. Homology (preferred, not required): I should be bringing back the same type of thing from each city (e.g., three shot glasses, just as long as it's not shot glasses).

Have at it.

What’s the tacit speed limit on a 70 mph highway?

Back when the max speed limit on highways was 55 mph, there was a sort of tacit understanding between cops and travelers—the roads can handle higher speeds, so moderate speeding will be overlooked. As I remember it, this usually meant you were in no danger of getting pulled over for running at 65. On the New York State thruway north of Rockland County, the tacit speed limit was more like 75. That was a great road, and people flew down it.

Now, over many parts of the big interstates, the speed limit is 70 mph. I don’t do much speeding anymore, at least not intentionally. Driving is much more pleasant at normal speeds. However, when the road is straight and empty, it’s pretty easy to creep up to 80 without noticing.

So, what I’m wondering is, has the tacit speed limit crept up incrementally with the written speed limit, or does 70 mean 70? Has anyone gotten a ticket at 75 mph in a 70? 80? Please advise. My tiny grant budget won’t withstand a $200 traffic violation.

Nyack, NY to Clarksburg WV, via Wilkes Barre, PA (500 miles)

Maybe I’ve gotten more boring, or maybe more bored with myself. Either way, I’ve changed.

Used to be I’d look at a long drive alone as the chance to do some major reflecting, make a big decision, get a grasp on something confounding. I’d anticipate these drives for weeks, even guard them if someone offered to make the trip with me. I’m not sure if in all that “me” time I ever reached a single important conclusion; most of what I’ve sorted out about myself over the years has taken far longer than a day to figure. Still, for more than a decade, solo road trips came with high expectations.

Now? Nuthin. Last night I must’ve been on the road for two hours before it occurred to me that I was going to be all by myself for awhile, so I might want to take the opportunity to think about…something. I drew a blank for five minutes, then turned the music back up.

I did, however, make one discovery: if a lit up firefly splatters against the windshield of a moving car, it leaves behind a glowing streak. This realization was life-altering only for the firefly.

The itinerary

For the next seven weeks, I'm on the road collecting data. The research is designed to test a number of existing hypotheses about why modern human crania tend to be less robust than human crania from 100,000, 10,000, and in many cases even 1,000 years ago.

I'm in Lexington, KY first, looking at skeletal remains from a hunter-gatherer population several thousand years old (the Green River Valley Late Archaic). Then Springfield, IL for three weeks to look at a skeletal population in both a hunting and gathering phase (about 1,200 years ago) and an agricultural phase (about 700 years ago). Finally, I go to Tucson, AZ for two weeks to study the remains of a pueblo agricultural group about 600 years old.

One of the proposed explanations for more recent reductions in cranial robusticity relates the decline to the shift from hunting and gathering to agricultural subsistence. The data I gather ought to be well-suited to testing that hypothesis... I could go on, but this blog isn't really meant to be about my research. It's just a way to keep in touch with folks while I'm on the road--without actually speaking to anyone. Check in now and then.