Harvard Natural History Museum
Yesterday Jenine and I trekked north to Cambridge, Mass., to visit Harvard Square and the Harvard Natural History Museum. Amazingly enough, we actually found our way there, and unscathed in my new (not really new) 1998 Saturn station wagon that drives all the honeys wild with desire.
The museum was an amazing place. For $7.50 a pop you can wander between endless display cases, housing hundreds if not thousands of stuffed specimens, from hummingbirds to dinosaurs to the most fearful of all, the dreaded Mongolian tiger! Needless to say we have a lot more respect for Patches now, lest she ever summon one of her big cousins to come rake our faces off.
But wait, there's more. Besides endless stuffed marvels, you can walk through the 'Hall of Bones' (not really called that), and see where horsies came from, as well as a giant sloth that could also rip your face off, though only in slow motion. Finally, there is an amazing collection of glass plants and flowers, created by a father and son who had perfected an art of glass crafting now lost to our barbaric age. The collection, while impressive in execution and attention to detail -- you can't even tell they're made of glass(!) -- was sensory overload for us at the end of a long day, and we had to flee the exhibit before our brains splattered all over the display cases which were, less remarkably, also made of glass.
After paying our $20 for parking (let no one call me cheap again!) we headed home and drank our 68 ounce growler of beer, putting Jenine to sleep and making me tired and surly. Patches, however, still seemed oblivious to the powerful allies she had at her call, so for another night we were spared and lived to see the morning.
The museum was an amazing place. For $7.50 a pop you can wander between endless display cases, housing hundreds if not thousands of stuffed specimens, from hummingbirds to dinosaurs to the most fearful of all, the dreaded Mongolian tiger! Needless to say we have a lot more respect for Patches now, lest she ever summon one of her big cousins to come rake our faces off.
But wait, there's more. Besides endless stuffed marvels, you can walk through the 'Hall of Bones' (not really called that), and see where horsies came from, as well as a giant sloth that could also rip your face off, though only in slow motion. Finally, there is an amazing collection of glass plants and flowers, created by a father and son who had perfected an art of glass crafting now lost to our barbaric age. The collection, while impressive in execution and attention to detail -- you can't even tell they're made of glass(!) -- was sensory overload for us at the end of a long day, and we had to flee the exhibit before our brains splattered all over the display cases which were, less remarkably, also made of glass.
After paying our $20 for parking (let no one call me cheap again!) we headed home and drank our 68 ounce growler of beer, putting Jenine to sleep and making me tired and surly. Patches, however, still seemed oblivious to the powerful allies she had at her call, so for another night we were spared and lived to see the morning.
posted by Leto at 10:34 AM
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