Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Harmony and the Abiko Air Corps of the Undead
It may be Abiko's finest (er, only - ed.) museum, but we're not talking the Natural History Museum in London. For one thing, it's pretty small. And for another, for a place built to celebrate one of the wonders of LIFE on Earth - rare birds unique to Japan (well, and China and Korea, but it's not the birds' fault they came here from there, they are still Ours Dammit) there sure are a lot of DEAD animals around the place. Cute penguin with sign round his neck? Dead. Fearless hawk? Dead. Family of goosey goosey ganders out for a wander?
Dead. Dead. Dead.
In fact, the whole third floor is devoted to dead birds, though they are none-too-cleverly dangled from the ceiling by wires and placed in oh-so-natural poses behind the glass coffins as if they hadn't been drugged, had their necks wrung, insides sucked out and carcases cemented into money-shot positions for all eternity (or until the city budget runs dry, whichever comes first).
And then there's the Chamber of Bird Horrors. Under the menacing gaze of a fibre-glass two-metre tall dinosaur-bird is Frankenstein's laboratory of bird parts and robotic bird-like limbs that light up and move exactly like a real bird's legs and wings don't.
But don't worry, the Abiko Air Corps of the Undead were willing participants, happy to have died in the service of their city and sempai species. We know this because of the motto of the museum, available in handy English rubber stamps for all kids (and bored bloggers doing all they can not to write about boring old Hatoyama and, yawn, Futenma):
Labels: The world according to Abiko