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And I begin this...here.

No. Here.

Happy birthday, David Lynch! And Federico Fellini!

The snow finally came last night, and more will come tomorrow. We're about to go forth and do what errands must be done. But first, I'll write this journal entry. Because I wish to remember yesterday, for one thing.

We left Providence a little after one thirty (CaST) and made it to New Haven (CT) by three-thirty (also CaST). There were snow flurries along the highway, from a sky that was as sunny as it was cloudy. But they were the sorts of cloud that drop snow. I read from Lightspeed: Year One while Spooky drove and kept me informed about the flurries and birds and dead racoons. We parked off Whitney, on Sachem Street (saw a bumper sticker at the labs: "Honk If You Understand Punctuated Equilibrium"), and I got about two hours with the dinosaurs at the Yale Peabody Museum of Natural History. Mostly, I sat on the wooden benches and stared up at the creatures Marsh named, the legacy of Richard Swan Lull, and George Ostrom, and Rudolph Zallinger's famous The Age of Reptiles mural (1943-1947) bringing it all to life (no matter how inaccurate we may now know it to be; many of our own imaginings will be disproven in due course – and I am not surprised LJ doesn't know how to spell the past participle of disprove; of course, I maybe misusing the past participle, but that doesn't absolve LJ of its ignorance).

And sure, these are the old circa 1930s-40s "tail-dragging" dinosaur mounts. But those are the images of dinosaurs that I grew up with. Back before the Renaissance of the 1970s, before it was understood that most dinosaurs were active, endothermic creatures, not sluggish reptiles. Before it acknowledged that, not only did birds evolve directly from dinosaurs, but that "birds" are surviving theropod dinosaurs, and many Mesozoic theropods had feathers. And so forth. I am comforted by these old visions of blundering, ectothermic monsters.

At some point, I opened my iPad just to see if I could actually get reception in there. It felt a like horrible sacrilege, but I signed into the Yale server as a guest and posted to Facebook: "Writing from inside the dinosaur gallery at the Yale Peabody Museum of Natural History. This is MY church." A testament to the cosmic circle. No beginning. No end. Life, being a transient state of matter, and so here is my church.

Spooky was off looking at taxidermied crows and archaeological doodads, but when she returned, we went upstairs together to see live snakes in the children's "Discovery Room." One thing that makes the Yale Peabody so precious to me is that, while acknowledging science education for children, it hasn't turned itself into a theme park, as have so many American museums. Those that have allowed budgetary panic to morph them into nightmares of "edutainment" (Oh, fuck. LJ doesn't know disproven, but it knows the vile portmanteau edutainment. Fuck.). The Peabody is still a place where I can sit in peace with the past. Where there is still a stately air of respect for science and its endeavors. Truth is, the Great Hall at the Peabody calms me more than any of my meds, or any story I will ever write, or any painting I will ever paint.

Here are some photos:





Cast in bronze, the skull of our closest living ancestor, a chimpanzee, compared with that of a human, background.



Making notes with dinosaurs at my back.



A young Camarasaurus supremus stares me down.



Zallinger's mural, glimpsed between the tails of Apatosaurus and Stegosaurus.



A beautiful Triceratops skull, complete with unfused exocipitals along the frill, and a "Torosaurus" skull in the background.



Architeuthis!



View from above the Great Hall.



A fine little Northern Milk Snake (Lampropeltis triangulum triangulum).



This guy was awesome. A very active Black Rat Snake (Elaphe obsoleta obsoleta). About five feet long.

All photographs Copyright © 2012 Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac



We left about 5:30 CaST, and made it back to Providence around 8 p.m. The snow came in earnest about nine or ten. The sky was creamsicle. I love creamsicle night skies.

Since my last LJ entry, I have – in stray moments – been reading short fiction, all from the aforementioned Lightspeed: Year One. Tananarive Due's "Patient Zero" (2008), Kristine Kathryn Rusch's "The Observer" (2008), David Tallerman's Jenny's Sick (2010), Anne McCaffrey's "Velvet Fields" (1973), and Eric Gregory's "The Harrowers" (2011). I liked Gregory and Tallerman the best; most of the stories would have benefited by being a bit longer, especially "Velvet Fields," which felt like a synopsis. The McCaffrey piece is little more than an outline, really. The Gregory piece felt short, but mostly that's just because it left me wanting more, which is a good trick for an author to turn and suggests no obligation to actually provide more.

Also, here's a rather good entry by [livejournal.com profile] yuki_onna on the fluidity of names, on those of us who cast off our birth names before we become artists. And sexism.

I do mean to write about my feelings on internet piracy and SOPA/PIPA, but there's no time now. Spooky and I have to run errands before ice and more snow arrives, and I have email.

Like dinosaurs, the snow is helping.

Somewhat calmer,
Aunt Beast

Date: 2012-01-20 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vulpine137.livejournal.com
Yes, that's what a museum of natural history should look like.

Date: 2012-01-20 07:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com
A day well spent, Beast. This sounds like an excellent place. I envy you - we've got an excellent museum/art gallery in my city, but nothing really dedicated to science.

I'd have loved to see those taxidermied crows.

- Ash

Date: 2012-01-20 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

A day well spent, Beast.

Indeed. Indeed. Now, back to the slog.

Date: 2012-01-20 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashlyme.livejournal.com
I like the photo of you taking notes - with the top hat and scarf, you look very Time Lord.

Date: 2012-01-20 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

with the top hat and scarf, you look very Time Lord.

Thank you!

Date: 2012-01-20 07:47 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] witchchild
Do love that museum so much. When my best friend (who grew up here) was visiting last summer, we paid and visit and did go through the little discovery room.

Date: 2012-01-20 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alumiere.livejournal.com
The pictures are beautiful, and that seems like a lovely way to spend the day. Glad you got out before the snow started in earnest.

Date: 2012-01-20 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aarontbc.livejournal.com
Thanks for the photos. I'll never cease to be staggered by the scale of these things.

I remember as a kid visiting the Melbourne Museum and encountering displays of this sort.
Sadly, when my wife and I re-visited about 4-5 years ago, the place had become--as you correctly said--a "theme park". Pull here, press there etc.

I was disappointed beyond words. Still am.

Date: 2012-01-20 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

he place had become--as you correctly said--a "theme park". Pull here, press there etc.

One day, I hope there is collective regret at this "revolution."

Date: 2012-01-20 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] briansiano.livejournal.com
Look, I don't want to upset you... but I think I saw the brachiosaurus _move_.

No, _don't turn around_.

Date: 2012-01-20 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

but I think I saw the brachiosaurus _move_.

Alas, no Brachiosaurus mounted at Yale. You'd have to go to Chicago or Berlin for that. But, interestingly, a kid yesterday insisted that the Apatosaurus was a baby Brachiosaurus.

Date: 2012-01-20 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lois2037.livejournal.com
What a wonderful place for dinosaur bones! Natural History museums generally make me sad, all the dead animals and those glass eyes that seem to follow me as I go by, but the dinosaurs are endlessly fascinating and not a single one was killed for exhibition. I could stare at them for hours, and have. I don't go to such places any more because of the "theme park" aspect. It makes me happy that there are still real museums left in the world.

Date: 2012-01-20 09:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

I don't go to such places any more because of the "theme park" aspect. It makes me happy that there are still real museums left in the world.

And the North Eastern US is, for now, a haven for such museums. A few of the major ones survive here.

Date: 2012-01-20 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coyotegoth.livejournal.com
And it's Fellini's birthday, too!

Date: 2012-01-20 10:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Gagh! I missed that one. I shall add it. Thank you.

Date: 2012-01-21 01:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sfmarty.livejournal.com
a wonderful museum.

Date: 2012-01-21 04:03 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sovay
Making notes with dinosaurs at my back.

That really is a great photograph.

I love the Architeuthis.

Date: 2012-01-21 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

That really is a great photograph.

Danke.

And who can't love an Architeuthis!

Date: 2012-01-21 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mizliz13.livejournal.com
Thank you for the pictures. I'm especially fond of the view from above the Great Hall as seen from your -- or Spooky's -- eyes.

Also: "I love creamsicle night skies." I do, too.

Headmistressing...

Date: 2012-01-21 12:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marci kesserich (from livejournal.com)
Caitlín, I love you with the love of a thousand hearts, but that's... just not right.

Church comes from the Greek kuriakon, meaning 'of/belonging to the master'. Both the OE cirice and ON kirkja are loanwords from the Greek.

Circle comes from the Latin circulus, meaning, well, circle (no need to fix what isn't broken). Hence 'circus', 'circuit', etc.

Don't confuse a church with a circle. It's been tried, and all it does is get your lands seized and butt sautéed by Philip IV.

Re: Headmistressing...

Date: 2012-01-21 04:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com

Weird. I'm no etymologist, but this came from a number of online etymological sources. However...I am taking your word for it, as you have instilled in me a reasonable doubt. I've edited the entry. Thank you.

Date: 2012-01-21 06:45 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] blackestdarkness
Thank you for the photos. I especially enjoyed seeing the chimpanzee and human skulls side by side. Also, cool hat!

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