Body Worlds

Pat Toye, Clara Rimmer, Joe Naylor and I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to the Body Worlds exhibit at the Franklin Institute and after talking about whether rain would increase or decrease visitor count with the line attendant we went in.  Notes:

  • The theme was “Body Worlds 2 & the Brain”.  I went into the exhibit with the idea that the brain was a visually uninteresting gray lump that constituted a dog’s breakfast.  I left with the impression that the brain was a visually uninteresting gray lump that constituted a dog’s breakfast.
  • The attach points of the various pieces of the male package are not where one expects; if the ones for the testes were any higher they’d be strung from the nipples.
  • Nobody looks fat after their skin has been flayed.
  • Never go to an anatomical exhibit with two medical enthusiasts without putting at least 4 dollars in quarters in the meter.  The estimated 27 minute difference between Joe’s museuming rate and Pat/Clara’s museuming rate cost me $36.00 in parking tickets.
  • Every animal looks badass when everything but their vascular structure is dissolved.
  • One can fake being anatomically competent by taking any term for a body part and adding one of the following: majoris, minoris, superior, inferior, anterior, or posterior.  This was proven by the woman who nodded approvingly as I referred to the vulva as the “hoo-ha minoris” and the gut above the point that dangles over the belt in fat people as the anterior superior dunlop.
  • When one dies, the eyebrows remain until the end of time.   Or at least that’s the impression I got as we went about and everyone had no skin but still had eyebrows (IT WAS WEIRD).
  • Due to the exhibit “The Exploded Man”, I can now accurately imagine what it’d look like to take a slow motion video cap of someone eating a hand grenade.

The end of the exhibit featured a donor statement that brought tears to my eyes.  The only other time I’ve been moved like that in Philadelphia was during the opening of the Constitution center.  I wonder what it mean that I get emotional around liberty and utility but rarely at funerals.