When I die...

Thank you for making me consider my impending mortality Dr. McGuire!

Just kidding, kind of

I read this prompt, looked around my room and realized my mother lets me bring nothing of actual worth to university.
1. depressing (thanks mom)
2. I now miss my cool stuff.

Off the topic of unknowingly lacking my defining possessions for the past three years (very, very sneaky mom)

My funerary goods woud be: Art, Art Supplies, Shoes and Perfume.

Don't judge, I like when my feet look pretty. If I could be buried in a coffin made of shoes that would make me about as happy as Matt Smith finding Clara Oswald again.

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The works of art would be the important things though, if there  were an overwhelming amount in my favorite styles I think that would tell archeologist quite a bit about me and my tastes. What I love about art history (yup I brought it back to art history again) is that each piece is an imprint of a moment in time. To have a collection surrounding my body that had a piece imprinting a related event during my life would give an archeologists as clear a view as possible of who I was and what I loved.

My mom (same woman who kidnapped my stuff) would pick the same stuff to put with me, my sister would probably pick some of my favorite music to put in because that is what she identifies as being a defining attribute of a person's identity, my brother would put copies of my online footprint in (he understands computers like nobody I have ever met, the wizard) and my dad would put pictures of my past pets. He is a firm believer in equating a personality to the breed of dog a person chooses. I have an English Bulldog, I feel like an archeologist could have a field day with some pictures of my little Suzy-Q laying next to my bones.

Grave goods are going to differ depending on what the person choosing them finds important. My family would all choose things that would reflect me and not them, but they would still be different objects than I would choose.

Megaliths and Stonehenge

My very first paper in my very first university class could have been the most traumatizing experience of my entire life. I made some wild claims, didn't back my argument up with evidence, used wikipedia (the horror) and the worst part of all was that I was trying to relate a 16th century mural to a piece done by Jackson Pollock. It's ok you can laugh, my professor did. My entire argument was based around the color palette both artists were using and how that related to their state of mind, blah, blah, blah. When I got the paper back my professor had written "Well that was a stretch and a half" in rather large soul crushing letters.

My point is that I got excited about a subject I was passionate about and tried to relate things that didn't necessarily go together, but I forced it because I wanted them to. 

I feel like Ramilisonina is kind of pulling a first-year-got-a-little-too-excited in his argument. 

Yes, I understand that it is exciting that wood equates life and stone death in both cultures. Though I also feel like this isn't so much a connection as it is a happy coincidence, much like Pollock using the same palette as 16th century french painter. Not backing his argument with some concrete evidence makes it hard to understand how he can say these two things are connected with such bravado. 

All of us get excited when we see a connection in our head, but sometimes that is where it should stay instead of being presented. Sometimes it is best to just have a private moment in your own head and smile to yourself about a connection you made. 

Then there are those times you can say screw it and let the crazy out because who ever made discoveries playing it safe? 

You go Radilisonina, make your claims! If nothing else they are fun to read about.

Hello! My name is Emma and I'm an Art History major at UVic.

My intrest in Art History lies in ancient middle eastern art, after taking a few classes in my faculty on the subject it was clear that most of the art from that time period was found in graves. Most of my papers and research focused on graves and I imagine that going forward I am going to run into the same thing. With all of this considered, taking a class on how to understand the dead in archaeological terms seemed like a good idea.

So far this class has been better that I expected, reading Funeral of a Rus' was interesting and perplexing. If the rest of the class is as good as the first week I'm extremely excited for the rest of the term.