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We went up to the City and saw the plastinated people. They are real cadavers which have been infused with some sort of plastic resin insteasd of being preserved in formalin. They are beautiful. They are flayed, various parts cut open or removed, posed, and somehow, they do not look like the work of a cruel madman but like solemn, glorious monuments to the wonde of life. There was a display that was all one person's blood vessels and nothing else. How do they do that? It was in a perfect human shape. One flayed cadaver was holding its skin on a hanger. There was a normal brain and a brain that had had a stroke (the answer to your question is, the side that had had the stroke looked burnt and melted from the pressure and hardening of the blood). ANd a normal and a smoker's lung and a third lung whose label we could not understand, not even Frank.
There was almost no explanation. All you could do was go in and grok it all, bringing whatever prior knowledge you had to bear on the problem. Since what I know about is mainlky hand injuries -- my life being almost defined by them -- I studied all the arms and hands, looking at the fascia across the carpal tunnel, looking at where the medial nerve dives into the carpal tunnel, where the ulnar nerve wraps around the outside of the hand, and finding at long last the nerve that branches from the medial nerve and branches again at the base of the two fingers which on my hand are perpetually numb because I severed that nerve when I bashed my hand on the corner of a book a few years back.
There was a brief loop playing on a flat tv in which a Chinese medical professor from the "Peking Health Center" Iand explain that: why isn't it Beijing? It was on the sign outside the building, they showed it in one of the opening shots). But it didn't tell you anything about how the plastination was done, and certainly didn't explain any body parts in any detail nor did it explain the process by which they got the corpses (I have an inkling how they do it in the US, but no more than an inkling).
I figured it out though: this was a trade show. The Chinese people plastinators are drumming up business for their plastinated people. Medical schools, clinics, research labs . . . whoever might want a plastinated brain in sections, or a plastinated urinary tract (they had male and female examples and I could clearly see the consequence of having a uterus sitting on top of a bladder -- the woman's bladder was distinctly squished and pinched compared to the man's), an arm, a spinal cord laid open.
On other fronts, I took the dog to Pogonip on Saturday and got some decent pictures which I will post soon. I have not conquered photographing white flowers, though.
And I have mysterious volunteer cucurbits in my garden.
We went up to the City and saw the plastinated people. They are real cadavers which have been infused with some sort of plastic resin insteasd of being preserved in formalin. They are beautiful. They are flayed, various parts cut open or removed, posed, and somehow, they do not look like the work of a cruel madman but like solemn, glorious monuments to the wonde of life. There was a display that was all one person's blood vessels and nothing else. How do they do that? It was in a perfect human shape. One flayed cadaver was holding its skin on a hanger. There was a normal brain and a brain that had had a stroke (the answer to your question is, the side that had had the stroke looked burnt and melted from the pressure and hardening of the blood). ANd a normal and a smoker's lung and a third lung whose label we could not understand, not even Frank.
There was almost no explanation. All you could do was go in and grok it all, bringing whatever prior knowledge you had to bear on the problem. Since what I know about is mainlky hand injuries -- my life being almost defined by them -- I studied all the arms and hands, looking at the fascia across the carpal tunnel, looking at where the medial nerve dives into the carpal tunnel, where the ulnar nerve wraps around the outside of the hand, and finding at long last the nerve that branches from the medial nerve and branches again at the base of the two fingers which on my hand are perpetually numb because I severed that nerve when I bashed my hand on the corner of a book a few years back.
There was a brief loop playing on a flat tv in which a Chinese medical professor from the "Peking Health Center" Iand explain that: why isn't it Beijing? It was on the sign outside the building, they showed it in one of the opening shots). But it didn't tell you anything about how the plastination was done, and certainly didn't explain any body parts in any detail nor did it explain the process by which they got the corpses (I have an inkling how they do it in the US, but no more than an inkling).
I figured it out though: this was a trade show. The Chinese people plastinators are drumming up business for their plastinated people. Medical schools, clinics, research labs . . . whoever might want a plastinated brain in sections, or a plastinated urinary tract (they had male and female examples and I could clearly see the consequence of having a uterus sitting on top of a bladder -- the woman's bladder was distinctly squished and pinched compared to the man's), an arm, a spinal cord laid open.
On other fronts, I took the dog to Pogonip on Saturday and got some decent pictures which I will post soon. I have not conquered photographing white flowers, though.
And I have mysterious volunteer cucurbits in my garden.
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