so i decided to go to the american museum of natural history today. I’m one street south of central park, on west 58th. The museum is halfway up central park on 81st. So i took a stroll through central park on my way. i headed in a generally northern direction, discovering all sorts of interesting things. To be honest, i couldn’t help thinking it was eerily similar to running around trisfal glades going ‘you have discovered The Ice Rink’. ‘You have descovered the Brambles’. i didn’t have a map or have any idea where i was going, i just walked, and it was amazing how much they have hidden in there. It must be great to grow up as a kid near here – central park is a mine of potential fantasy. carousels, forests, winding paths, lakes, fountains…as a kid all you need to do is arrive armed with your imagination and there is no end to the games and worlds you could invent.
Eventually i felt like i’d walked enough and headed west, looking for a way out. i was impressed when i stepped out of the park directly opposite the museum. i am t3h l33t.
i paid for museum entry plus a space show, and headed straight for the hayden planetarium which is part of the museum. there, i watched the best planetarium show i have ever seen. the projector is apparently the most advanced in the world, and based on the show i would have to agree. the seats even vibrate! the simulated high speed trip to the orion nebula was just so damn cool. i don’t think i stopped grinning like an idiot the whole show. good thing it was dark in there.
the museum itself has some great exhibits, including an amazing collection of prehistoric fossils. apatosaur, t-rex, allosaur, stegasaur, duck bills, pteranadon… all whole skeletons. It rocked. plus more stuffed animals than you can throw a stick at. oh, and they spelled Kudu wrong in the hall of african animals. what the hell is a koodoo?
it’s the new york marathon today. the city seems to be full of runners, wandering around in the most porno running tights you ever saw. it’s horrible. skinny legs, knobbly knees, encased in skin tight lycra. ugh.
on the home front, i hear from zenstar that the fridge stopped working. why does this stuff always happen when you’re not around? good thing zen is there, or i would have come home to a puddle in the kitchen and the smell of two week old rotting food. yummy.
guess it’s time for a new fridge then, huh?