Still back in Philly for the holidays, still making the most of my brief foray into the land of proper weather and East Coast cynicism. Today being New Year’s Day, I thought I should reiterate the awesomeness of the Philadelphia tradition known as the Mummers’ Parade, in which grown men of Italian and Irish American descents dress up enormous costumes of feathers and sequins and march down Broad Street twirling in unison. I’ll be watching the parade from the semi-warmth of my own home, but those out on the street today will be seeing things like this…
The other great thing about Philadelphia that starts with an “m” (okay, that’s a weak tie, but I happen to have just been to this place for the first time the other day) is the Mütter Museum, a collection of medical oddities from the late 1800′s posing as a museum about museums that is itself just one big oddity. Personally I was a fan of the ovarian cysts as large as ottomans, but the following body parts were cool too, I guess.
Those who remember my obsession with the art history of representing anatomy will understand my Mütter Museum glee. Oh, and macho men in glitter — that’s pretty glee worthy too. So yeah, in the overall, not a bad trip. Then again, I still have four more days for everything to explode. San Francisco, don’t fall into the ocean before I come home!
