In preparation for Lindsey's rapidly approaching trip to New York (holla), I cruised the Bodies ... The Exhibition Web site for ticket information. Finding nothing helpful, I glanced at the FAQs and found:
What do the preserved polymer bodies feel like?
This, among expected questions like "Who organized and designed Bodies ... The Exhibition" and "How long do the bodies last after polymer preservation?". This! This is a frequently asked question? For serious? What do they feel like? I can't believe one person got up the nerve to ask this, let alone a whole bunch. Nor can I believe this question was even entertained by the group. And yet, it was:
The specimens, claims the Web site, feel dry to the touch and can be either rigid or flexible depending on the mix of chemicals used [ugh!]. While guests will be able to get very close to the specimens, as a rule, guests are not allowed to touch them.
...but if you really must touch a stripped, dissected body - if the prospect consumes your thoughts, your sleep, your dreams - we do sell Bodies ... The Exhibition brand dried apricots and Bodies ... The Exhibition brand beef jerky in the gift store for $10.99 per pack.
What do the preserved polymer bodies taste like?
For crying out loud, you sick, sick, sickos.
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... flower buds are everywhere, dotting the branches in whites and pinks and reds. Friday: 60ish degrees. Saturday: 30ish. Sunday: 40ish. This week: rumored to be beautiful.
Far too much nail nibbling going on lately. Makes me wonder if I'm regressing to 1990 or preparing for something, like a heifercat getting antsy before a hurricane.
From the Glamour Accounts Payable hotline:
The check will be mailed out to you tomorrow morning.
Thanks,
Michelle
We like it.
Last night, out of work at a decent hour - 1 a.m. - and as it was an "off Sunday" - no theater review due the next day - I walked downtown from the office part of the way with Evan and Georgis, parting company with them at 14th and Park, the best-smelling corner of Manhattan, as an Au Bon Pain is situated there and, for some reason, only past midnight, that corner smells like all the good cinnamony-burnt-bakey-frostingy-buttery-sweet things in the world combined in one soothing, powerful whiff. further down in my walk home, I stopped at Cozy - the appallingly overpriced diner a couple of blocks from my apartment - for my usual egg sandwich on a buttered toasted bagel; perhaps the only thing there that is somewhat reasonably priced (something like $3). Add a couple of crunchy pickle spears and it's happiness on a plate. It's even nice when the pickle spears are a sickly neon green and somewhat mushy. A chocolate egg cream, the thick volume in your purse - Dorothy Parker: Complete Stories - and (lost in a world of barbed women, dull, shadowy men and fluttering maids) it's a respectable end to a night of work. Or morning.
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