The Museum of Jurassic Technology

After years and years of people telling me to go, I finally went to the Museum of Jurassic Technology.  And yes, it's as cool as it sounds.  I was blown away and mad at myself that I hadn't gone sooner.  Curator and owner, David Wilson built this little gem and I just didn't want to leave.  Among the many exhibits were,  paintings of the canines of the Soviet Space Program, Old Medicinal Cures, Miniatures of trailer parks, Artwork made from butterfly wings, and so much more.  Half of it you're trying to figure out if it's real or if the joke's on you.  Someone said "a temple for a secret society that you are initiated into on your first visit."  If you live in Los Angeles or ever take a trip out here, make sure you go.  It's delightful.  You'll leave with a sense of wonderment and full of inspiration.

"All of nature in its awful vastness and incomprehensible complexity is in the end interrelated - worlds within worlds within worlds: the seen and the unseen - the physical and the immaterial are all connected - each exerting influence on the next - bound, as it were, by change of analogy - magnetic chains.  Every decision, every action mirrors, ripples, reflects and echoes throughout the whole of creation.  The world is indeed bound with secret knots."  --Valentine Worth

Old medicinal cures, which include a mouse sandwich or a simple mouse pie, which are cures for bed wetting and speech impediments. Awesome.

Time for tea!

A state in which I live in everyday.

I was surprised with this little necklace when we left.  

"...However, this deepening sense of religion, this more perfect submission to the divine will in all things, affects only those higher intelligences who have breadth of view enough to comprehend the vastness of the universe and the littleness of man.  Small minds cannot grasp great ideas; to their narrow comprehension, their purblind vision, nothing seems really great and important but themselves.  Such minds rarely rise to religion at all.  They are indeed, drilled by their betters into an outward conformity with its percepts and a verbal profession of its tenets; but at heart they cling to their old magical superstitions, which may be discountenanced and forbidden but cannot be eradicated by religion, so long as they have their roots deep down in the mental framework and constitution in the great majority of mankind."  -- Fraser