Corpses, Anatomical Models, Bullet Wounds, and Paintings

Death, disease, tumors, and pustules peppered my family’s dinner conversation as I grew up.

“Pass the salt,” my parents said, as well as: “you wouldn’t believe what I found inside a body today.”

And also: “honey, never go into medicine.”

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I only dabble in the macabre on weekends.

My latest morbid jaunt was the National Museum of Health and Medicine in Maryland.

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The museum was chock-full of samples, specimens, illustrations, replicas, prototypes, and tools. The most beautiful and horrible things hopscotched across the line between medicine and torture.

Life-sized dolls that look like diseased humans.

Flash cards of skin lesions.

Orderly rows of scissors, saws, syringes, and knives.

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Don’t forget tidy kits for exsanguination.

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I didn’t become a doctor, but I have a stomach of steel.

Bring on the corpses.

So much for the glitterbomb: This Week’s Reading

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^ I love this fun vs effort chart.

Remember your neon Trapper Keepers? Turns out working for Lisa Frank wasn’t all glitter and unicorns. This article is unsettling.

DIY Christmas tutorials: This altered doll head phrenology ornament and easy star gift wrap are both awesome.

Oopsy-daisy: Turns out multi-vitamins and antibacterial hand soap aren’t helping us out.

No babies? No problem. My friend posted this article for me. It’s very nice to read such sentiments. A good night’s sleep is also positive reinforcement for my life choices.

Freebies: The British Library has uploaded over a million public domain images. Thanks!

Lord of the Rings: This “Legolas, What Are You Doing?” blog is pretty funny. Orlando Bloom’s face is classic.

Is it time to rename Uranus? I vote “no,” obviously. 

Last minute gift idea: Horror movie monster pinup calendar. You’re welcome, Internet.