Since Palms is the 'hood I live in, I decided it was worthy of both a day and evening exploration. Last night was
karaoke at Boardwalk 11, and today I set out with my friend Sandra to visit the
Museum of Jurassic Technology—which is possibly the weirdest museum I've ever been to (in a good way).
I hate to ruin the fun, so let me just say that the displays included deteriorating dice... collections from California trailer homes... microscope slides of art made from scraped butterfly wings... cat's cradle art and—a highlight for me—a taxidermied fox in which you look through a scope to see a holograph of a man in its head, along with barking noises.
Oh, and mice on toast!!
The beauty of it all? I have no idea if the entire thing was on the level or one big joke...
and I don't care. It was a delight either way.
Before I left, I asked where the name of the museum came from, given that there are no dinosaurs. I was told that there used to be dinosaur artifacts, but when those were rotated out, they kept the name because... well... and I am paraphrasing here... why the hell not?
Admission: a suggested $8, or $5 for students & seniors. It takes about an hour to get through the museum. Don't miss the tea room & aviary (with cookies)!
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