Museum of Science Nostalgia and Technology Photography?

So, myself and my sometimes partner in crime MSN(Microsoft might end up taking possession of her initials some day) paid a visit to Science and Tech a few weeks ago, since I don't think either of us had been since middle school and we thought it'd be fun to take in our occasional adolescent stomping ground(more on that fateful term later) with the jaded eyes of...young adults, maybe? Dashing young adults. Dashing young rogues. Dashing Rogues, there.

And it couldn't hurt to brush up on some science and the history thereof, right? As it turns out, just about every detail of the museum's presentation is geared toward my childish, almost neanderthal understanding of the natural world. And while I'm sure M was more than a little put off by the assumption that entering the premises had de-aged her by about 10 years and hosed off a few frantic semesters worth of science edjumecation, even I could discern the sizable gulf between my mature interest in the subject matter and the DID YOU KNOW diction used in most exhibits.

Also, we couldn't even interact with most of the dynamic/moving pieces on offer, since they'd been 'enjoyed too much'. That's what the apologetic stickers actually said. It sounds like something you'd say about an over-tired clown at a birthday party.

Of course, even when I did attempt to read the storybook style blurbs about electricity or...canoes or whichever, I was frequently startled and herded onward by the gangs of stomping tweens and teens roaming the floor. Remember that word? Right, so, if I learned anything that day, it's that:

1) Copper melts at 1100 degrees(or so).

2) I hate kids.

I guess I've never been stuck in a confined space with so many for a few years, but now the truth is laid bare: they annoy me profoundly. Hollering, screeching, scattering in every direction at top speed for no reason- it's transformed into an old fogey. I wanted to give them stern looks and talkin' to's. And if that didn't work, hunt them down and stuff them in the Krazy Kitchen, which by the way they also wrecked for us.

It was still pretty krazy though, to be fair.

So all in all, I couldn't shake a certain sense of...distance between myself and the information on display; I appreciated it all in a nostalgic sense, but it felt rather like trying to fit into an old Halloween costume or something. Awkward. I suspect chaperoning someone younger might permit some vicarious enjoyment of it all, but M's a little too old for that. Just barely. :P

So did I enjoy anything? Well, I've exaggerated old SciTech's faults a bit; there were some quiet moments and interesting write-ups, but the best exhibit was, in my humble opinion, the least topical: an expansive tribute to Yousef Karsh, a noted Armenian-Canadian portrait photographer who worked with some of the biggest names in recent(as in 20th century) history. I'm not sure what it had to do with Science or Technology(except in the most basic sense), but it was fascinating nonetheless. There was even a working camera and portrait station you could use to capture a friend's likeness in stunning style. My picture of M was kind of...how'd she put it...lame?But I've got till September to amend that injustice. =D

And that's about it. I'd be interested in M's perspective, if she'd deign to comment.

Oh, and I liked the telephones that let you listen to a spiel from some guy(or gal) pretending to be a famous scientist or inventor. One day I hope I can insert one that goes a bit like this:

Hello, I'm Marie Curie and I have fucking had it. Let me go, or Bell dies, I swear...

(Alexander Graham Bell, in the distance) : She's serious! Banting's already dead, God please help us...

MC: Shut up Bell! SHUT UP!

Now that's education.