2.06.08

Category: dribblings

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE ONE AND ONLY TAMI SPARKS

also, it’s Waitangi Day in New Zealand. i once took a class on the history of the British Commonwealth of Nations. ha, and you think we’re imperialistic bastards. not only will the british invade your country, they’ll take every bit of your art and treasure, and they’ll even dig up your mummified dead from their sacred places of rest and fill their museums with them. and make no apology for it hundreds of years later. on the other hand, if you’re a huge fan of Egyptology (and who isn’t?), who’s to say we would even know one fourth of what we know had it not been for the british (and french, mind) stealing away Egypt’s national treasures. piracy in the name of the crown back then = college degrees today.

speaking of, the Gadsden Museum of Art has some kind of new exhibit called Tut @ GMA. a lady came to the library yesterday and set up a display in one of our display cases with some pictures and junk from the gift shop. seriously. that’s what the lady said she said, “be sure to tell people that they can buy most of this stuff from our gift shop.” the coolest thing in there is a “make your own papyrus kit” the rest of the “gifts” are pretty much junk and probably overpriced (boy, i’m in a mood today, huh?) like a giant ink pen with hieroglyphs on it, which would be awesome, except the glyphs look bad. and there were two different plastic sarcophagi with tiny plastic mummies inside. which, at first i wasn’t impressed with, but then later on i wished i had one so that after i lost it i could find it again and be all, “after months of searching, jaimie finally stumbled across the sarcophagus. it had been buried on her desk underneath a pile of CDs and used index cards and random doodles.”

so. anyway. GMA. i think i’m going to go to this exhibit. because i love all things mummy. however, i’m not fooled, GMA. you cannot fool a fooler! i noticed IMMEDIATELY that there is no actual mention of actually having the ol’ Tutmeister himself. now, if i get there and you actually have actual junk from Tut’s tomb but not the Tutster, I’ll forgive, because i’m not an idiot, and i know they don’t loan out Tut all willy-nilly to just any old place.

BUT. if i get there, and it’s really an exhibit on Howard Carter and it’s only his shit they’ve got stashed in acrylic boxes, and there’s no real Egypt stuff, and it’s his dumb old compass and digging tools, and it’s just maps and journals (ooh, i love maps though), and like, his lucky hat or whatnot, then i’m calling shenanigans.

wow. what’s it like being friends with a bitchy nerd?

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