"I'm gonna turn this old house into a museum of hauntings and curses. This is my best idea ever and putting ten million cursed objects in one already haunted house cannot possibly go horribly wrong!"
Well, this was a fine mess they were in. Clara lay on the
large, elegantly done up bed staring at the ceiling as the Doctor… well, as the
Doctor kept digging them further into their current mess, she supposed. Only
that morning, she had told him she wanted to go somewhere interesting. To
Clara, as to many normal people, interesting usually meant attention-grabbing,
or somewhere where you would learn something new, like a museum or an art
exhibit. To the Doctor, Clara asking for somewhere interesting apparently meant
“put us in the single most awkward situation you can find. Trust me, it’ll be
Long story short, that was how they had ended up on this
planet (the name of which she’d already forgotten) pretending to be newlyweds.
Apparently, this planet was under some sort of totalitarian rule (“Funny,” she’d
said when he’d told her that, “that’s exactly how my students feel about my
classroom!”) and it was required that everyone over the age of 20 – regardless of
gender, social class, or even level of wealth – be married. In order for them
to not be thrown in jail the moment they stepped onto the planet, the Doctor
had explained, they would have to pretend to be a newly married couple.
Okay, fine. That wasn’t so bad. She’d hold his hand. And
refer to him as her husband. And worst case scenario, lie about their wedding,
right? Wrong. He, as always, had been far too likeable. So likeable, in fact,
that the “happy couple” was invited to stay the week at the emperor’s palace –
an honor reserved for very few. As it turned out, a week at the emperor’s
palace actually entailed the two of them being locked in a rather large and
lavish room with cameras and a lock on the door.
This was her worst nightmare. Okay, not entirely. Just a
little – maybe 2/3 of her worst nightmare. Normally, Clara was able to fend off
the Doctor. Normally, he was too engrossed in whatever their latest adventure
was to notice that she sometimes lingered too long looking at him, or that
sometimes she touched him longer than she should have. He was daft about those
things – relationship things – and it saved her quite a bit of trouble. But
now, she was going to have to spend seven whole days pretending to be married
to him. He was bound to find out she liked him. Oh, shit.
“Hell of a honeymoon,” she intoned, from her position on the
bed. “Truly amazing getaway, dear.”
I made myself a wand! Since I don’t have one, and because I’ve seen some cool handmade wands and wanted to make one for myself that was ocean themed. It’s actually been finished for a little over a month, but I’m only just now taking pictures of it.
We’ve got driftwood from Alaska for the handle (ordered off of Etsy), various shells from either California (gathered by myself when I was a kid) or the East Coast (courtesy of mixterglacia; I didn’t even have to put a hole in that shell on the twine because it was already there), and a quartz crystal from the rock section at the museum I work at. The rest are miscellaneous glass beads, including the big blue piece at the base of the crystal. I couldn’t find a type of sculpey that was quite the right color for the curlicues, but in the end it worked out.
I read that researchers at a big museum in London found the average person looked at a painting for eight seconds. So if you put your art at a stoplight you’re already getting better numbers than Rembrandt.
The statement that said, roughly, “some things aren’t meant to sit behind glass; they’re meant to be handled and touched” is often accepted in the fandom to be talking about Sherlock himself or his sexuality. I’d been thinking (and others have probably already said this) that what’s behind glass are the ACD Holmes stories: they shouldn’t be kept as museum pieces, but rather updated and played with.
But, with all this talk of gay tea, what if what’s behind the glass is the scholarly theory - an antique itself, now - that Holmes and Watson were together, romantically? And what BBC Sherlock is doing is taking that theory from behind the museum case of academia and playing with it, putting it into practice, showing it to the world.
I was lucky enough to get a tour of the Natural History Museum of Denmark’s collection of polar bear skulls. The first skull was collected in 1830 and now there’s 300+ skulls in the collection, making it the largest of its kind in the world. The museum gets a few skulls every year from Greenlandic hunters to keep the collection current. Each skull is labeled with information about the sex, date and location of the animal, allowing scientists study the effects of climate change and pollution on polar bears over the last 185 years.
Recently, samples from the bones have been tested for the presence of pollutants and it has been discovered that the rising levels of mercury/DDT/PCBs in the Arctic might be linked to decreasing size in polar bears, along with damage to their reproductive organs, putting further pressure on a already vulnerable population.
what she means:
get your shit together... get it ALL together and put it in a backpack. ALL YOUR SHIT so it's together... and if you gotta take it somewhere, TAKE IT SOMEWHERE, ya know. take it to the SHIT STORE and sell it, or put it in a SHIT MUSEUM. i don't care what you do, you just gotta get it together... get your shit together.
Since the Cretan museums are going to give us plenty opportunity to talk about looting, clandestine excavations and how they are tied to private collecting, did you know that Greece’s Archaeological Law stating that all antiquities on Greek soil are the property of the Greek State is 181 years old? The law came into effect in 1834. The Greek Independence War began in 1821, and the modern Greek State was first recognized in 1830. Four years after that there was already a law to protect the cultural legacy of Greece. Most encyclopedic museums, though, follow the 1970 Unesco Convention. That pretty much means that anything expatriated from Greece and other countries before 1970 is fair game in the market if you can prove that it belonged to a collection put together before 1970. But still Greece has legitimate claims according to its own legislature. On the acquisition of greek antiquities before the existence of the modern greek state, a lot of foreign owners of greek antiquities claim that the artifacts were expatriated by permission of the Ottoman authorities. But a lot of these "permissions" were not given, or were forged, or were the result of bribery. The most notorious case of that were the clandestine excavations and looting of Cyprus' sites by Luigi Palma di Cesnola. Cesnola whose idol was Schliemann was appointed as the American consul in Cyprus. There he excavated and looted several sites, without a single permission from the Turkish authorities. Cesnola went on to become the Met's first director, after the purchase of his illegal collection by the newly founded museum. The looting was of such scale that some researchers estimate that about half of Cyprus' archaeological history is still there at the storage of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, pretty much uncatalogued and unstudied by anyone.