My SO calls me a nerdbomber. What that means I don't know. It has the word nerd in it so I'm assuming she is thinking my social activities and mannerisms are of the non-cool ilk. It could also mean that she thinks I bomb nerds, which makes even less sense. Once again, don't ask me ask her. Anyways, being the super cool and hip individual I am, I decided to visit the Henry Ford Museum in beautiful Dearborn, Michigan.
Oh this is gonna be one gigantic mega post so I'm aware that by about picture 10 you'll probably just scroll through the rest of the pictures. I don't care. You won't hurt my feelings. I promise...
This would've been such a romantic V-day weekend activity...says me and no one else.
Thomas Alva Edison was there at the opening to provide his John Hancock and a shovel? Anyways, at least it wasn't my favorite long haired Aikido master.
Deconstructed Ford Model T.
Yeah! Putting the woman where she belongs. In the kitchen or doing housework because that's all she's good for. I love old sexist ads.
They had a history of phones exhibit. Had to take a picture of the Zach Morris phone. I bet some hipster is rocking that thing right now while cruising on his fixie talking about how he doesn't like Arcade Fire anymore because they're too mainstream.
My favorite chair designer Thomas Eames, Eames chair deconstructed.
It's a chair in a box. Not to be confused with another thing in a box.
Pretty much self explanatory. Don't need a joke here.
To continue on with the theme. It's the wienermobile. Apparently in older versions the "Yellow Band Wieners" slogan was "All Beef Wieners". I like the latter better because who doesn't want to eat All Beef Wieners.
A typical 1940-50's kitchen.
A typical 1890's kitchen.
1840's kitchen.
1790's kitchen. Sewing and cooking all in one place for the convenience of the woman!
Early tractor. Thing was gigantic.
My namesake tractor. It's even spelled correctly. Not the bastardized way with the "I".
I love how it "experienced SOME success". Stupid tractor company ruining it for us.
This is a combine. I actually learned what a combine was from my Austrian classmate. Apparently he's more midwestern than I ever will be.
In the late 1940's with home prices still high and raw materials still expensive due to lack of supply, a businessman decided that he wanted to convert his manufacturing facility into a home-making facility. His idea, The Dymansion House.
Now that I look at the pictures it reminds of the Jetson's House. Speaking of the Jetson's...what the hell was happening on the ground? Did they ever explain this?
Lady describing how awfully bad this Dymansion idea was. Yeah, it was pretty evident even without her analysis.
The kitchen. Surprisingly nice. My old apartments had worse kitchens than this.
They had an exhibit chronicling the history of America. This was the early Hollywood section.
Everyone's favorite nostalgic era, the 50's. Poodle skirts, jukeboxes, soda cafes and rock n' roll. Oh and oppressive sexism and racism. Don't forget those too.
When I was growing up duck and cover was used for earthquakes. I think that would probably be more effective against earthquakes than a nuclear bomb. Or you could be like Indiana Jones and just hide in a refrigerator. Thank you George Lucas and Steven Spielberg for ruining Indiana Jones. I think mostly I blame Shia LaBeouf.
Old TV. My grandparents still have the TV where you have to turn the dial to change the channels. I guess that's what the wife was for. LOL. I kid, I kid.
MTV. Now with actual music videos!
I could not believe they had a Simon. God I love 80's toys.
This was a mock-up of a teenager's bedroom from the 1980's. Funny cuz my room kinda looked like this except replace the Depeche Mode poster with a Michael Jordan one.
I had to laugh because I definitely knew kids who wore that weird parka/hoody/sweater thing on the left. I remember seeing those on sale in Tijuana.
My teenage years encapsulated above.
Those Jordans probably cost a mint now.
I bet the parents were playing with the K'nex more than the kids.
Some giant steam engines. Pretty cool how they were the backbone of industry since the Industrial Revolution.
They had a replica of the Wright's Brothers' plane. That thing just looked flimsy.
Back in the early days of aviation, being a stewardess was quite the glamour job and the requirements to become one were pretty strict.
You had to be under 25, less than 115 pounds, under 5'4" and single. Yeah, flight attendants these days definitely do not fit these criteria. I swear the American Airlines flight attendants are about the same age as my grandparents.
DC-3 seats. Being short has some benefits. Plenty of legroom.
That's one big Fokker.
My kind of tea party.
The Declaration of Independence. This was 1 of 80 something authorized copies made in the 1820's.
Not Herbie Hancock.
General George Washington's bed in a box. People love putting things in boxes.
Breakdown of the free and slave states. Basically, our country will always follow these lines when it comes to religion, gay marriage, politics, etc.
This is from the 2008 elections and the breakdown of electoral votes. That's 170 years of progress for ya. I love my country but there are vestiges of it's old self that sully the greatness of our country.
Back in the day I'd have to drink from this fountain as well.
The Klan.
This was the actual bus that Rosa Parks rode on when she refused to give up her seat, eventually leading to the civil rights movement really taking shape in 1960's America. It was quite the honor to be able to sit in the same bus. Definitely felt like I was part of history.
The one that started it all. Henry Ford's pre-Model T automobile.
The presidential limo.
Love seeing these old neon signs. I wish I could get one for my apartment but I'm pretty sure the neon glare would get really annoying after 3 minutes.
An old mobile diner complete with mini jukebox.
The donuts were like 10 cents each. I think they were from the 1950's though.
Outside shot of the Diner. Oh, I guess it was an old train car converted into a diner. Didn't catch that.
This guy is definitely not getting any later that night.
We got the motel, hotel, Holiday Inn...
I love how the shag carpet and the covers are all blending together. It's like the shag carpet came alive and grew a nasty hairless offspring.
This train will just about plow through anything, including your mom. Mom jokes; they never get old unlike your mom. Ohhh.
They had this weird side exhibit on jewelry. This just weirded me out and also reminded me of one of my favorite Family Guy clips.
And with that we conclude this Sunday Funday mega post. I'll be in LA for the next 2.5 weeks for spring break. Get some snowboarding in, do some food tasting for the wedding, hang out with peeps. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time.
