Tara – From the Past to the Future

Last year at the World Archaeological Congress in Dublin we witnessed a debate over Tara and a large highway project that may destroy the site. Archaeologists (or Seandálaíochta!) in Ireland are trying to save the famous site, and there are 40 papers being presented about Tara; check it out here:

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Conference Live Web Stream
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The symposium will be streamed live via the web and facilities are available to overseas listeners to ask question via the symposium email address tara.symposium@ucd.ie. As the programme is compact, only a small proportion of questions will be relayed to the symposium auditorium.

Watch the stream here:
http://www.ucd.ie/archaeology/tarasymposium2009/livestream/

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EMAIL IN YOUR QUESTIONS
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You can email in questions to the speakers here: tara.symposium@ucd.ie

Or send us your question as a Tweet! You can follow the proceedings live on our Twitter Feed:
http://twitter.com/tara_2009_ucd

We will read select questions live over the stream!

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Full programme and further information available here:
http://www.ucd.ie/archaeology/tarasymposium2009/

Ireland

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There’s a giant butterscotch cat sitting on my lap as I peck away at the keyboard, one hand kept behind his battle-scarred ears–he’s a lover and a fighter–his claws digging into my thigh each time I stop petting. Beast.  It’s okay though, he and the peat fire are keeping me warm in a drafty, weird, rambling hostel that was converted from a monastery and is now filled with miscellaneous stuffed chairs, art, junk, and young French backpackers.  Tomorrow will be one week since I’ve left, and in that time I’ve made it about 3/4 of the way around the coast of Ireland.

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One of my favorite days was spent in Belfast, taking in the murals generated by the conflicts between the Protestants and Catholics.  I don’t really see Ireland as my home country and when people ask me if I’m here to trace my genealogy (the first thing they do after they hear my name), I just smile and shrug.  But seeing the murals was sad and powerful and frustrating in a way that felt strangely close to home.  It could be that it was seeing my family names all over the tombstones and memorials that was upsetting, but I think what really caught me was the ever-present government housing in the major conflict areas and the futility of it all.

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I managed to chase a lot of that away while scrambling over the amazing geometrical basalt formations at the Giant’s Causeway.  The hexagonal columns seem to break away from the black cliffs surrounding them and march into the sea.  The waves crash around them and form little pools where huge, hair-like strands of seaweed wind around the angular rocks.  It was all I could do to keep myself from chipping the basalt–it makes lovely bifaces in the right hands.

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It’s hard to recap during trips; a lot of my time has been spent wandering around small country lanes in the rain, checking out obscure ruins, and talking with random people over pints of Smithix in pubs, but that doesn’t translate well to a travel narrative.  Over my laptop I can see that the sun is just now going down over the little tangle of green and trees outside the window–strange to be so far north.  The cat in my lap is so solidly asleep that he’s no longer purring and I’ve got a nice little mountain to climb tomorrow, so it’s probably time to finish this up and wander away to my bunk.  ‘Night.