Anna Milkowski: Museos!

Not sure what - the point may be that this dome is not even noteworthy.

My museum life is a bit unrealized, a casualty perhaps of too-long visits as a child. I'd like to visit a museum 20 minutes per day, in my ideal world. But being here, especially in the absence of sporting distractions and on a rainy day, I'm hard-pressed to make excuses. And so, the Museo de Arte Prehispanico Rufino Tamayo, showcasing the painter's private collection of pre-Columbian (I'm slowly learning bits of language and history) art. Way too much for a private holding- and people worry about art in Arkansas?! - and once again sort of overwhelming. (Click title to read and see more.)
Next to the Museo del Palacio de Gobierno where I enter through the side door to avoid a student protest in this city with history of explosive protests. There I view a photography exhibit of rural livelihoods in the 1920s, peruse a mural on local history, and go to a children's museum on Oaxacan culture and natural science. I play bingo, realizing I have zip knowledge of words for practical professions such as potter, hat-maker, and tailor. Then I check out a cool exhibit on scale in the universe - reminiscent of a recent trip to the ICA on infinity - and another where you insert a card for a given item (toothpaste, nails, table salt, a turtle, a tortilla...) and the associated elements light up on a grand periodic table. Then there's biodiversity, a useful topographic relief of the state of Oaxaca, DNA, and evolution. Again, sweeping!