One of the things I, Freulein Maria, am really committed to (aside from the power of song and eventually trying the apple strudel at Del Posto) is the exploration of our bodies and thus, ourselves. Also I love visiting tourist attractions. So the Bodies: The Exhibition exhibition at the South Street Seaport covered all my bases, to use one of your American colloquialisms. Did I use it correctly? The only things remotely athletic about me are my ability to do the Laendler folk dance and a knack for acclimating well to high altitudes, so what do I know about American sports analogies?

This exhibit ain't cheap, folks. I had to say so long, farewell to $24 in order to see it but to be honest, when else was Maria going to get a chance to see the preserved, sliced up bodies of hundreds of Chinese political prisoners unclaimed, deceased hospital patients? In some instances the bodies were completely skinned to show the layers of muscle, bone and nerves but I did think it was funny when all the skin was removed, save for the eyebrows, on several of them. It reminded me of Liesl's Nazi bike-messenger boyfriend Rolf and his blonde, blonde eyebrows. It's like oh hi there, you seem like a normal guy from a distance why don't we get a little closer to have a nice chat and - oh my God, look at those things! How have you managed to live seventeen-going-on-eighteen years with those?? Just For Men...all it takes is five minutes, Rolf. The dead Chinese guys though, they can't help it, their looks and everything else are now at someone else's mercy.

I don't know if you all knew this about old Maria but I have an obsession with morbidity. Which is why the basic body stuff was cool, but the black lungs, teeth and hair growing out of uteruses and colon polyps were cooler. The fetus room was also well worth the price of admission which, it's worth reiterating, was expensive for someone on a nun's salary. God giveth but the Bodies people taketh away and then the service charge people taketh away just a little more since I ordereth over the phone.

Not only was this show fascinating and it didn't smell the way I thought dead bodies might smell, but it was a learning experience. I learned what a body looks like when its sliced in cross sections (surprisingly like those petrified rock drink coasters they sell at Natural Wonders) so that's an image I won't be forgetting.
Bodies: The Exhibition, I give you four out of six favorite things:

posted by freuleinmaria @ 8:47 PM Comments: 0

One of the things I, Freulein Maria, am really committed to (aside from the power of song and eventually trying the apple strudel at Del Posto) is the exploration of our bodies and thus, ourselves. Also I love visiting tourist attractions. So the Bodies: The Exhibition exhibition at the South Street Seaport covered all my bases, to use one of your American colloquialisms. Did I use it correctly? The only things remotely athletic about me are my ability to do the Laendler folk dance and a knack for acclimating well to high altitudes, so what do I know about American sports analogies?

This exhibit ain't cheap, folks. I had to say so long, farewell to $24 in order to see it but to be honest, when else was Maria going to get a chance to see the preserved, sliced up bodies of hundreds of Chinese political prisoners unclaimed, deceased hospital patients? In some instances the bodies were completely skinned to show the layers of muscle, bone and nerves but I did think it was funny when all the skin was removed, save for the eyebrows, on several of them. It reminded me of Liesl's Nazi bike-messenger boyfriend Rolf and his blonde, blonde eyebrows. It's like oh hi there, you seem like a normal guy from a distance why don't we get a little closer to have a nice chat and - oh my God, look at those things! How have you managed to live seventeen-going-on-eighteen years with those?? Just For Men...all it takes is five minutes, Rolf. The dead Chinese guys though, they can't help it, their looks and everything else are now at someone else's mercy.

I don't know if you all knew this about old Maria but I have an obsession with morbidity. Which is why the basic body stuff was cool, but the black lungs, teeth and hair growing out of uteruses and colon polyps were cooler. The fetus room was also well worth the price of admission which, it's worth reiterating, was expensive for someone on a nun's salary. God giveth but the Bodies people taketh away and then the service charge people taketh away just a little more since I ordereth over the phone.

Not only was this show fascinating and it didn't smell the way I thought dead bodies might smell, but it was a learning experience. I learned what a body looks like when its sliced in cross sections (surprisingly like those petrified rock drink coasters they sell at Natural Wonders) so that's an image I won't be forgetting.
Bodies: The Exhibition, I give you four out of six favorite things:

posted by freuleinmaria @ 8:47 PM Comments: 0