Lost Particles of History

I am utterly enchanted with the intersection of archaeology, anthropology & linguistics. Blame it on my linguistics professor at Berkeley, or the fact that I studied Ancient, Early & Modern Irish (rather badly), as well as Medieval Welsh (also rather badly)—because I could. 

Or because I sat at the feet of the great folklorist-anthropologist, Dr. Alan Dundes. And of course, because, pots don't talk. 

On a more personal note, I am interested in the story of the underdog—not history written at the hands of the victor. Blame it on my well-read grannie who gave me a different, if not slanted, perspective of the world. 

Also, blame my high school biology teacher, Dr. Fatt, a Finnish marvel. And yes, se was also fat. She instilled in me, the quest for obscure biological tidbits. Ask me about stickelback fishes (her PhD thesis), or why Siamese cats have heat sensitive fur (and how to prove it.) Or the propensity of RH- bloodtypes in Finland. 

And why I see red when someone makes sweeping statements. My but-but-but button begins blinking. It's the lost particles of history that make the story go round. As to most favored wave-particle theory, well, I lean toward letting Schrodinger's cat out of the box! 

Indeed, how lovely it is to be (or not be) alive.