Monday, March 03, 2008

whirled world o' words

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 as
1. lasting a very short time; short-lived; transitory: the ephemeral joys of childhood.
2. lasting but one day: an ephemeral flower.]
More epiphenita ephemerata (yes!) coming your way.

P.S. Thanks also, MC, for the link to this Sarah Silverman schtick.


Menchuvian Candidate said...

My wealth knows no bounds:)

Menchuvian Candidate said...

Ooh, and I forgot: I like "Fellating the Philatelist." It makes my mouth happy to say. It feels like eating candy.

And, yes, I also like singing "Sodomy;" I saw that show at apparently just the right age.

Epiphenita said...

i am a nut for roadside attractions. will go to the museum of menstruation (maryland) before my disappointed clown car parts and i leave this world.

ephemerata & junk. austin. nothing will stop me now.