You can, at the Newseum in Washington D.C. Consider:
An exhibit on the history of journalism amasses a riot of artifacts and places them helter-skelter in long glass cases, glowing in a darkened room. First we see a dangling press pass and a cassette audio tape: the very press pass worn in 2004 by a reporter for the Hattiesburg American whose tape of an off-the-record talk by Antonin Scalia was briefly confiscated by cops. That’s the tape, right there. The actual mouse pad used by Peter Jennings is down the case from a red sweater that Helen Thomas wore to a presidential press conference, across from a notebook jotted in by the Newsweek reporter Michael Isikoff during the Lewinsky scandal. A TV screen hovering above a door from the Watergate office building shows footage of Walter Cronkite.
An old typewriter is identified as the real typewriter used by Al Neuharth, founder–coincidentally–of the Freedom Forum. Elsewhere is the tape recorder Susan Stamberg lugged around during the early days of NPR. An entire corner of the museum is given over to a shrine to the TV personality Edward R. Murrow: Behind a wall of glass sits the sacred desk, the passport, the war uniform, the trunk that was once opened by his hands, and upon which, perhaps, his bottom once rested. There’s also a teletype used by Walter Cronkite. The history of journalism culminates in the final display, which shows–you may now slit my throat–the slippers once worn by the blogger Wonkette. While she blogged.
You may now list the mementoes that will go in the Protein Wisdom exhibit. Besides pajamas.
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Comment by Pablo on 5/1 @ 8:02 pm #
The sofa that concealed the red pills, natch. And maybe on or two of the dillo’s firearms.
Comment by Ardsgaine on 5/1 @ 8:08 pm #
Hmm. I was going to say a red pill still fuzzy from its residence behind the sofa.
Comment by Pablo on 5/1 @ 8:19 pm #
I’m in DC next week and I’d been thinking about paying the Newseum a visit. Perhaps I’ll just pass by and absorb the wonder of the First Amendment cast in marble.
Comment by Bill M on 5/1 @ 8:33 pm #
The horror…the horror…
Comment by Daryl Herbert on 5/1 @ 8:38 pm #
Bring a UV lamp.
Comment by Sean M. on 5/1 @ 8:39 pm #
The dolphin’s peacoat.
Comment by Mr B on 5/1 @ 8:41 pm #
Who’s gonna be the plaster caster?
Comment by psycho... on 5/1 @ 9:13 pm #
Holographic John Merrick and Richard Brautigan, yelling at the people standing by the Wonkette slippers: “I’m not an animal!” “I’m not David Crosby!”
Comment by happyfeet on 5/1 @ 9:36 pm #
And we’re walking, we’re walking… On your left please note that the gay porn cock of lies is actually not particularly large. Healthy, sure, but it’s one of the most surprising exhibits for our visitors. Oh. No pictures please. And we’re walking, we’re walking…
Comment by Darleen on 5/1 @ 9:36 pm #
In the Martha Stewart room, an official Disney Animatronic Martha in genuine federal prison issue garb (the room an exact replica of her cell) reciting from the Martha Stewart Chronicles (3 shows daily … don’t forget to thank your docent).
Comment by Noah D on 5/1 @ 9:39 pm #
What, no half-emtpy tube of KY at the Wonkette exhibit? Or is that still in the collection stacks, awaiting the Washingtonienne display?
Comment by B Moe on 5/1 @ 9:41 pm #
A big pile of all them periods that Jeff has been hoarding all these years.
Comment by maggie katzen on 5/1 @ 9:47 pm #
sexy. rimless. glasses.
Comment by RTO Trainer on 5/1 @ 9:51 pm #
The last locks of Jeff’s hair….
Comment by Tommy on 5/1 @ 10:00 pm #
13 dozen fifths of petron, 34 peyote buttons and the 9 lbs of ’shrooms that the dasypus novemcinctus has yet to consume this Friday before he dances. That 9 banded bastard is a king, I tells ya.
:-D
Comment by Pablo on 5/1 @ 10:01 pm #
That microphone.
Comment by Dewclaw on 5/1 @ 10:01 pm #
A pic of a large, mushroom shaped bruise…
Comment by malaclypse the tertiary on 5/1 @ 11:07 pm #
“Don’t you think the fact that I forgot your name *shows you* that I just didn’t objectify you?”
Comment by TmjUtah on 5/1 @ 11:31 pm #
A slice of pie on delicate crystal plate on a plinth.
But you have to pick up Billy Jack’s hat to know it’s there.
Comment by Pat in Colorado on 5/1 @ 11:53 pm #
A certain Grand Kleagle Hood
Comment by jrl on 5/2 @ 12:26 am #
All of these priceless artifacts, yet no mention of the editorial wars between Hamilton and Jefferson?
Please tell me, at the very least, it mentions Mencken somewhere. Or is Cronkite’s lying and Murrow’s paranoia, deified asses each, more important.
I’ll throw in my right-hand-index-fingernail to complete the scene. But only if there’s a gigantic protein stain on those slippers.
Comment by The Lost Dog on 5/2 @ 12:39 am #
My goodness!
You guys just don’t have any idea of what is important in this world.
My vote goes to the asshole who staked out Gary Hart’s home, and finally “caught” Donna Rice coming out of there one morning (and, BTW, I would not object in the least little bit if she was caught coming out of MY house. I would probably just have to considsr it a gift of God).
Anyhoo, this idiot auctioned the sneakers he was wearing when he absolutely screwed Hart and Donna Rice (and I hold no brief for Hart – but peobably wouldn’t have minded a whole lot if Donna Rice was photographed leaving MY house).
And the MSM thinks that they have something important to tell me?
Yeah, right. Most of the MSM wpold probably get a stiffy if they weree offered a job on “Inside Hollywood”.
My attitude is going south lately, ya yhink?
Well, I have to try again, and if this shows up twice, iy might have something to do with this ****** computer. It ain’t no Dell.
Oh, and BTW. I am watching TV, and have seen about sixteen ads for “Girls Gone Wild” in about the same amount of minutes.
I hate to give myself away, butI can’t stand this any more, even though, for me, it shoukd be “Grandchildren Gone Wild”.
Anybody have a pasword for us?
Comment by Sean M. on 5/2 @ 1:30 am #
There would have to be a telephone pole…
Comment by GunsmithKat on 5/2 @ 5:53 am #
A bowl of oatmeal, of course.
Comment by Carin BA, MD, PhD on 5/2 @ 5:57 am #
The plans for that balloon fence!
Comment by N. O'Brain on 5/2 @ 6:19 am #
That Falluhjah bunker.
With a live IED.
Comment by N. O'Brain on 5/2 @ 6:19 am #
That Falluhjah bunker.
With a JDAM crater on top.
Comment by memomachine on 5/2 @ 7:13 am #
Hmmmm.
Should I contribute my worn underpants to this?
Questions, questions.
Comment by Percy Dovetonsils on 5/2 @ 7:36 am #
Some sort of animatronic robot display of tribbing.
Comment by McGehee on 5/2 @ 8:38 am #
I could’ve sworn there was a pink tutu around somewhere that could have gone in the exhibit. Did techinblack take it with him when he left? Did he leave? Was he ever here?
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Comment by Mikey NTH on 5/2 @ 9:13 am #
I’d pay to be let out if I accidentally wandered in.
Comment by Maureen Dowd on 5/2 @ 11:18 am #
I have a pair of size 16 black high heels I could donate.
Comment by kelly on 5/2 @ 11:40 am #
Slightly used hermeneutics?
Comment by kelly on 5/2 @ 11:41 am #
Somewhat soiled heuristics?
Comment by Mikee on 5/2 @ 1:03 pm #
John Bolton’s Mustache, if you dared ask it to pose, and if it agreed before killing you….
Comment by Mikee on 5/2 @ 1:05 pm #
And heck, it is a Friday, and I still regret most Fridays that the damn dillo did finally dance, way back when, as it was NOT what I expected….
Comment by buzz on 5/2 @ 6:18 pm #
Maybe to see them under my bed. Although $20 seems a bit higher than the old going rate.
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