The other month while reviewing my entropic collection of foreign stamps (saved for collages, I'll have you know), I found myself thinking about the word philatelist. And resolved to someday write a poem or short story entitiled The Fellating Philatelist. Or The Philistine Philatelist. No, perhaps I'll call it Phil Come Philately.
Anyway, there you have a glimpse of what my mind does while parked in idle. So when I read this entry by one of my recently-found and delightful blogging-pals, Menchuvian Candidate, I squealed in delight (a metaphoric squeal...I am a grown woman, after all) at the following link:
The Museum of [Artificial & Natural] Ephemerata
Because among other things, I am a fan of museums traditional and bizarre. Case in point, the National Museum of Funeral History here in Houston. I can't even tell you how delighted that strange showcase makes me.
Another reason is that this off-beat museum is in Austin! A mere 2-3 hours aways. I WILL make my way there.
But the initial appeal was much more egocentric. It goes so well with my blog handle (10.4, good cyberbuddy). Yes. Much of what I write could be called epiphenita ephemerata.
[ephemeral is defined asMore epiphenita ephemerata (yes!) coming your way.
1. lasting a very short time; short-lived; transitory: the ephemeral joys of childhood.
2. lasting but one day: an ephemeral flower.]
P.S. Thanks also, MC, for the link to this Sarah Silverman schtick.