Post-It Nudes

Recently I checked a book out of the library on the medical collection held at the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia.  Some prior lendee of the book put post-it notes over all of the nudes.  My word, it's not like these pictures are vulgar in any way, but clearly there's a local prude out there who takes issue.  At least the images weren't permanently defaced.

Mutter Museum

If you are ever anywhere remotely near Philadelphia, you absolutely must visit the Mutter Museum. It's that rarest of places: Completely unique in and of itself. Pictured here we have the 140lb colon that attributed to the death of some dude. Simply, he couldn't poop, got backed up and kept getting more backed up until he finally, mercifully, expired. Look at that thing. Look at it! It's bigger than some people I know. Grown people too, not babies or trolls.
This exhibit was the most horrifying thing to MK, but I was totally squicked out by the syphilis heads. Sure, I knew that syphilis was a terrible scourge-y STD, but I had no idea that it would eat through your flesh and bones. Some of the skulls on display looked like they were made of lace tatted by an arthritic blind monkey drunk on overripe mangoes. Absolutely terrifying, and one more reason I'm glad and grateful that I'm 46 years STD free and counting. One of the many and varied perks of being a lesbian. Well, a picky sexual partner lesbian anyway. Sure, I had my wild youth back in the day, but even then I wasn't sowing nothing but wild oats. I had what some referred to as an 'abrasive personality', which thwarted endless possibilities and/or opportunities to become infected with unsavory and debilitating foreign agents. See the hidden benefits of speaking what's on your mind? It means that you get to keep your mind, even if you get uninvited to an orgie.

I Are Back

Is anything more meta than someone taking a picture of you taking a picture? MK took this pic while I was shooting the New York regiment memorial at Gettysburg. The day was on the verge of raining, and indeed it did start raining in full force once we were perched on Little Round Top. Let me tell ya, those rock out crops get might slippery once they're wet.
Gettysburg was astounding, a must visit for anyone passing through. I'm not at all a Civil War buff, but there's an undeniable clarity, due in large part because of the geography, afforded by this battle site to the inevitable outcome to this war. Seldom can you stand and look at something and say, Yes, I see. MK and I rode horses through the battleground where Pickett's Charge took place and I can't imagine a more colossal strategic folly than this one. Lee had been nearly flawless in his guidance over the CSA forces heretofore, but when he fucked up, he did it on a cosmic scale. Even now somewhere in a distant galaxy, a baby nebula weeps.
Next up: The Mutter Museum. Who knew syphilis was so horrifying?

On Vacation

Tomorrow around dawn MK and I will be leaving on vacation. Yay for the dog being rent out to a kennel and yay for no having to watch my kids' latest entries on Youtube! Yay and double yay!
MK and I are going to take a horseback riding tour of the battlefield at Gettysburg, then we're going to stay at some dive motel outside of Philadelphia and then on our way to Lewes Beach in Delaware we're going to stop at the Mutter Museum, part of the Physicians College at the University of Pennsylvania and ranked one of the creepiest places on Earth by the Travel Channel. Can life get any better than this? Don't answer that. All I know is that I'm all a-tingle because I've been wanting to hit up the Mutter for at least a decade. I'm just never passing through Philly. It's waaaay on the other side of the Alabama between Pittsburgh and New Jersey. We're just never over there because we're busy being over here. But with a trip to DE I told MK that we had to stop at the Mutter, plus MK's grandfather went to Penn (and became a surgeon), so he must've visited the Mutter at some point too. It can't be that scary, can it? One can only hope.
After that we'll be off to the beach for a week of sun, good food, too much wine, and plenty of TMI. Sigh. It's good to be away from phones and computers, and I really love watching nonlocal local news. It's such a relief when somebody else has a water main break, I can't tell you.