If you are me, you get extremely excited when you note that the Bradbury Science Museum is on your way to Jemez. If you are me, you get excited because you think this is refering to Ray Bradbury, even though you know something's not right about that since it's in Los Alamos and marked on your Road Atlas.
Oh. Right. Bombs. The Manhattan Project.
It's really creepy to be looking at the bomb casing of Fat Man while various people continue to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on a xylophone in the research area of the musuem. (Forget explosions, we're mapping the human genome!) And did you know that the series of tests nuclear scientists do to make sure that the US is afeared good n' proper like as far as our existing nuclear stash goes is called "Stockpile Stewardship?" I learned this in a video featuring scientists with well-groomed scientists (and some really cool computers, I must admit).
I also witnessed an old lady in a wheelchari spitting great gobs of spit on the floor near the Oppenheimer display. In fact, the majority of patrons at the Bradbury Museum were old white people.
Just imagine who they would have been at the museum I'd envisioned.
PS I'm still totally camping near here.
Posted by Ida at July 31, 2003 03:22 PM