I wrote you a haiku
Dead things resemble
somewhat the the things they once were.
But not entirely.
The Cambridge Museum of Natural History has a LOT of dead things. I mean room after room of them, stuffed.
Also they have some things that have been dead much longer, in skeleton form, including a mastadon and a large armadillo thing and one of those giant terrifying aquatic predators I can't remember the name of, and a giant sloth:
I did not go for the dead things. I went for the glass flowers. And the glass plants. They were made in the 1930s by two brothers who specialised in that sort of thing, and by sight they are mostly indistinguishable from the real thing.
Apparently the Blaschka brothers also made a collection of invertebrates, including cephalapods. I am sad that they were not on display.
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I am going to the grand canyon soon, if only briefly. Almost everyone has said it is amazing. Russel said that the amazing thing about it is that it's not bullshit, and I think he says this from a base of believing most things are, so that is high praise indeed. If one can praise geology. On the other hand the incredibly nice fellow who showed me around San Francisco mentioned having a friend who had cried at the Canyon because they didn't feel anything.
So whatever my reaction I am covered. If there is no effect, I know I'm not dead inside. Or I am, but at least I'm not alone.
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Anyway, I am enjoying my brief stay here, and being able to hang out with Owen. I will probably post about SF and San Diego at some point. Just thought I would let you guys know that I am alive, and also say: Sydney people, I am looking forward to seeing you again.
somewhat the the things they once were.
But not entirely.
The Cambridge Museum of Natural History has a LOT of dead things. I mean room after room of them, stuffed.
Also they have some things that have been dead much longer, in skeleton form, including a mastadon and a large armadillo thing and one of those giant terrifying aquatic predators I can't remember the name of, and a giant sloth:
I did not go for the dead things. I went for the glass flowers. And the glass plants. They were made in the 1930s by two brothers who specialised in that sort of thing, and by sight they are mostly indistinguishable from the real thing.
Apparently the Blaschka brothers also made a collection of invertebrates, including cephalapods. I am sad that they were not on display.
*
I am going to the grand canyon soon, if only briefly. Almost everyone has said it is amazing. Russel said that the amazing thing about it is that it's not bullshit, and I think he says this from a base of believing most things are, so that is high praise indeed. If one can praise geology. On the other hand the incredibly nice fellow who showed me around San Francisco mentioned having a friend who had cried at the Canyon because they didn't feel anything.
So whatever my reaction I am covered. If there is no effect, I know I'm not dead inside. Or I am, but at least I'm not alone.
*
Anyway, I am enjoying my brief stay here, and being able to hang out with Owen. I will probably post about SF and San Diego at some point. Just thought I would let you guys know that I am alive, and also say: Sydney people, I am looking forward to seeing you again.