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Cultural Appropriation, Friday 8/9, 2nd Period
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but_mostly_americaBeaker was very excited about this trip, everyone! Sam had told him they were going to a Dynamite Museum and the island had even moved them closer to it! Surely this must be the greatest piece of culture anywhere!
"Meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep! Meep!"
“That’s correct, Beaker!” Sam said, sounding pleased. “We will be visiting the very cultural and appropriate Dynamite Museum here in Amarillo, Texas!”
He cleared his throat, produced a notecard from somewhere on his felt person, and began to read from it. “The Dynamite Museum is an art installation that is made up of thousands of painted-over road signs scattered across Amarillo. There was no rhyme or reason to the messages on the signs; the people behind the project would come up with ideas, or vote on suggestions sent in, and then install their favorites all over town. At one point, it was the largest urban art project in the world. You can find the largest concentration of the signs in the Mariposa Eco-village, but the signs can be found throughout Amarillo.”
Sorry not sorry, Beaker.
"Meep meep mee?"
You cannot blow up the signs, Beaker.
“It is called the Dynamite Museum but that does not mean it is meant to explode!” Even though Sam would agree, privately, that it was an odd name for an art installation that wasn’t a museum at all and wasn’t explosive in the slightest. But he wouldn’t admit it to Beaker.
Beaker held up two lit sticks of dynamite because of course he had two lit sticks of dynamite. "Mee?"
“Beaker, no! You might explode the culture! Students, flee!"
"Meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep meep! Meep!"
“That’s correct, Beaker!” Sam said, sounding pleased. “We will be visiting the very cultural and appropriate Dynamite Museum here in Amarillo, Texas!”
He cleared his throat, produced a notecard from somewhere on his felt person, and began to read from it. “The Dynamite Museum is an art installation that is made up of thousands of painted-over road signs scattered across Amarillo. There was no rhyme or reason to the messages on the signs; the people behind the project would come up with ideas, or vote on suggestions sent in, and then install their favorites all over town. At one point, it was the largest urban art project in the world. You can find the largest concentration of the signs in the Mariposa Eco-village, but the signs can be found throughout Amarillo.”
Sorry not sorry, Beaker.
"Meep meep mee?"
You cannot blow up the signs, Beaker.
“It is called the Dynamite Museum but that does not mean it is meant to explode!” Even though Sam would agree, privately, that it was an odd name for an art installation that wasn’t a museum at all and wasn’t explosive in the slightest. But he wouldn’t admit it to Beaker.
Beaker held up two lit sticks of dynamite because of course he had two lit sticks of dynamite. "Mee?"
“Beaker, no! You might explode the culture! Students, flee!"