Instead of our usual Dungeons and Dragons game, (most of) the crew decided to head up to the Oriental Institute Museum. I remembered to bring my camera and filled it up full of hawt piccies of Really Old Stuff. It’s humbling, in a way, to be able to see these artifacts from thousands of years ago. Experiencing them in person makes me feel both completely different and completely alike the people who took the time to make these objects, whether decorative or mundane.

Onwards with the photos!

I always enjoy museums (which I think is obvious from my stories). Despite the problems that they face and the sometimes dubious decisions they make, I think they do an amazing job of capturing slices of the human experience and preserving them in the face of a consumerist, right-now attitude that permeates a lot of decisions made. No, there isn’t a lot of economic worth in preserving a scrap of broken urn from two thousand years ago, but it’s undeniable importance helps point out that we cannot just measure our society in dollars, yen or euros.

That said, I bought a nifty ring and a “make your own papyrus” kit from the gift shop. From what I can tell, the latter requires lots of days and lots of fussing.  I’m looking forward to making the finished product, and then I’m going to grab a quill and ink and write out a message in lolcat speech, before giving mysel a fatal paper cut as a service to the world.  One less douchenozzle.