Lil’ Snitch
three horn discount
Busted–some rowdy british hooligans were nabbed stealing a triceratops from the Dinosaur Museum in Dorchester. Pretty funny, innit?
Kudos to the Daily Mail, for image caption wit:
D’you think they ‘saur-us? The students lifted the huge plastic triceratops…
biggest bestest fastest strongest
Here’s a funny story on ExhibitTricks about a prospective board and their consulting inquiry to open the World’s Best museum. When asked to elaborate, all they could come up with was, well, it should be really really big, and, you know, high tech. Imax. The Best! They could not even explain why they wanted a science museum. We guess science just lends itself to the biggest and best exhibits ever!
Dress v. Success
I hate dress codes. It’s a pathetic beef, but they just feel like such an archaic corporate-control mindfuck, as if college graduates couldn’t themselves determine what constitutes “appropriate” in a given professional context. Spending so much time weighing the relative nonsense of such things, I’m hoping this post will jump-start a semi-semi-regular analysis of dress codes in various NYC museum-like institutions vs. the amount of clout they actually seem to have over our “collective” culture at large. (Hypothesis: more conservative = more lame.) I should say that I think what the people who work with the actual public (ticket takers, shop workers, and the like) are required to wear is the most interesting, since museum behind-the-scenesters are generally sitting in ivory office towers or relegated to the basement and therefore wearing winter coats in July.
Yes, there’s a specific Museum we’re beefing with! Read more and guess which one, inside.
challunge
We were poking aorund for a photo of one of the souvenir buttons/clip-ons/pins/metal clips from the Metropolitan and couldn’t find a thing. Anyone? Winner wins the winning award.
Meantime, we found this flickriver page of photos from the Museum, which we like.
MOBA (NBMGBBMBMG)
When SD reader L told us about MOBA, we thought she had a head-cold and $20 to blow on the admission fee. Silly us. She was referring to the Museum of Bad Art, a not-bad-meaning-good-but-bad-meaning-bad-meaning-good collection of some of the…
tipster: dear boss, i don’t care about your banal existence.
SD reader BH writes from a lil’ Museum in Manhattan:
Sweet Christ,
When [Museum Director] Linda sends me those emails titled “I’m going to run a mile on the treadmill,” or “I’m going to take a bath for an hour,”
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update: the gray lady discovers the desk set
The New York Times, like white people, is always discovering things. First it was Philadelphia: Sixth Borough. Then it was East Williamsburg: Not Just Industrial Bushwick Anymore. Then came Fixies: Zen and the Art of 1:1 Gear Ratio Maintenance. And…
an up-and-coming occupation
Williamsburg is known for cool bistros and trendy hangouts, but few realize that the neighborhood and its environs are a magnet
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tipster: guggenheim throws “joe’s apartment” party
A Suggested Donation tipster reports sightings of several cockroaches at the Guggenheim on Wednesday. Perhaps crack doesn’t kill, after all.
