Many moons ago, I spent a summer volunteering at the National Museum of Health and Medicine. I catalogued slides of embryos, which I can guarantee was just as engrossing as it sounds. Today's actively repulsive article on the museum (which never once mentions whether it will remain open after the rest of Walter Reed closes) describes a pathologist's dream. As for the girl who can't stand being around preserved body parts, well she's happy she got out early.


I'm listening to:
Fugazi- Furniture EP