While I spend many of my days as a pottery specialist handling lots of pretty objects, today is a statistics day. Quantification is a vital tool for inter-site comparison so lots of time is spent trawling through our databases. At the moment I’m looking at a City site near the location of the Roman forum with an assemblage totalling a mere 24,000 sherds. I’m also returning to DUA reports (Department of Urban Archaeology for those who remember) for comparative data from a nearby site.
I’m an archaeology graduate student working on lab analysis of Aztec artifacts in Toluca, Mexico. In 2007 I was part of a team that spent six months excavating at the nearby site of Calixtlahuaca, and ever since then have been spending my summers sorting through an apparently never-ending amount of broken pottery. Calixtlahuaca was an important city of the local Matlazinca culture before the Aztecs conquered it, so my research questions address how the Aztecs controlled their conquered provinces and whether this produced changes in how people in those provinces lived. So far, I can tell you that tortillas became a lot more popular after the Aztecs arrived!
Disclaimer: Friday was not one of my better days, and should not be taken as representative.
Most my drama for the day occurred before I ever arrived at the lab in the morning. First, my apartment was out of gas for the water heater and stove. As several other posters have pointed out, archaeologists run on coffee, so the lack of hot water put a damper on things. Then, my taxi got rear-ended half way out to the lab, in what was clearly a mutual-fault situation. (Toluca drivers generally qualify as reckless even by Mexican standards, so I usually get in, pray, and tell myself that any taxi driver still on the road has to at least marginally competent.) The driver strapped the rear bumper back on, asked me if I was fine, and had the other party follow us until I got dropped off. The two drivers were discussing who was going to pay for damages when I left them.
Our lab is located in a former hacienda that has been converted to hold several social-science graduate programs for the state (as opposed to the nation) of Mexico. This last week, however, was a vacation week for the entire staff before the new semester starts, so most the usual services are canceled. By the end of the week, the facilities were just about out of water. (All Mexican buildings have large water storage tanks to even out irregularities in the water distribution schedule. Many also have extra water brought in by tanker if they don’t receive enough from the local government.) The power was also out all day for unrelated reasons, which meant that the coffee pot in the lab didn’t work either!
There were six of us in the lab for the day: myself, a student from a local university program, four women from the modern village of Calixtlahuaca, and the daughter of one of the staff members from the college. Over the course of the day, we had two main things going on, with occasional side forays as distractions came up. First, we were quickly skimming through bags of sherds from plowzone, erosional, mixed, or otherwise low value levels. In these bags we noted ceramic types that date to particular periods, took out particularly good examples of types to add to our reference collection, and took out special items like whistles or figurines. Even if we only pulled out a couple things from each bag, getting the catalog numbers onto the pieces themselves and then noted on two paper forms, took almost as long as skimming the whole bag did in the first place!
Second, we were doing full classifications of the pottery from more important contexts, like under floors or in trash pits. Full classifications involve deciding what type of pot each sherd came from, and if it’s decorated, what type of decoration it has. Besides basic cooking pots and bowls, we get fancy grinding bowls (the original food processors for making salsa!), a bunch of different types of incense burners, and the occasional pitcher, miniature pot, or tortilla griddle. For the decorated types, some are local, some are Aztec, and a few are from other parts of Central Mexico.
At the end of the day, I went home to discover that my (non-archaeologist) housemate hadn’t had the gas tank refilled, so my whiplash-stiff neck had to go without a hot shower.
More on the Calixtlahuaca project can be found at: http://calixtlahuaca.blogspot.com/