This is what museums look like in the physical world: unique and obvious.
Museums and their collections have personality, unique to the institution and like personalities, they can be friendly and engaging or bi-polar and schizophrenic – but interesting and engaging all the same. That’s what makes visiting a museum an experience, like visiting a friend or relative, your crazy uncle, your quirky aunt or your very grand grandmother.
Excluding the outsourcing of software application development and Helpdesks to India over the past few years, there have been some very significant technology outsourcing innovations in the course of human history. One of the earliest was tools, particularly the arrow head, eliminating the need to be up close and personal when killing your food.
You can imagine the scene: Cavemen Woz in his cave startup, knapping and polishing his flint. Caveman Job with real turtle bones around his neck, would be like, “this is going to change the way you kill animals”, and everyone would be like “nooo”, and then Caveman Job would say “one more thing” and he’d bring out a bow and attach the flint to a stick and kill a deer 200 yards away, and everybody would be like, “oooh”, and then there’d be a cavestarter round of bartering to fund production of arrowheads, bows and arrows and everybody would get one. And then Caveman Gor would be like “I invented this bow and arrow” and Caveman Ted would be like “the bow and arrow is a series of intertwined vines”… (Okay, enough of this…)
We all have one. I have two stories to share about my drunk friend.
We’re on a boy’s night out, crashing at one of the group’s house, not my drunk friend’s house. After what is euphemistically called a “session”, we’re back at the house after a Ruby Murray (rhyming slang for Curry). We’re all crashed out on the floor, when my drunk friend sits bolt upright, turns away from me and promptly throws up over Dave who’s passed out next to him. He then wakes Dave up, tells him he just threw up over himself and he should go and clean himself up. Dave happily obliges none the wiser, its not the first time.
That’s my drunk friend, largely because he didn’t throw up on me. Continue reading
Recovering Museum Technologist 