Slaughter Before Sunset: A Month on the Lawson Livestock Farm

Pigs scream. Sheep close their eyes and give up. Inquisitive cattle step in to the slaughterhouse bobbing their heads; nervous ones refuse to enter. There is only one death but there are many ways to do it. Any livestock farmer knows that. But it is not a profound knowledge to be contemplated with gently misting eyes, overlooking the acreage from the tip of some stark yet beautiful hill. It’s bon appétit. Continue reading Slaughter Before Sunset: A Month on the Lawson Livestock Farm

Rock, Bone, or Sherd?: A Month on the Tell Keisan Excavation

To be precise, what I actually became was one member of a herd of semi-indentured servants under the direct supervision of some archaeologists. But I was rolling the exact rocks, scrubbing the exact pottery, and digging the exact dirt at the Tell Keisan Excavation that Charles, my supervisor, directed me to, so by the transitive property, I guess I could say I was Charles. And Charles is an archaeologist. Therefore. Continue reading Rock, Bone, or Sherd?: A Month on the Tell Keisan Excavation