This epistle was generated by Museum of Dust’s office manager… it is reproduced here to demonstrate WHY contemporary museology is in such doldrums. With supporters like this, who needs … well, government bureaucrats? At least it’s attempting to promote rb.
You can read the original at Museum of Dust
“Amerikans, it transpires, can and will sell anything. Especially if someone else had the idea first.
Ice to Inuits. Coals to Newcastle. Poverty to the Third World. They are the world’s Ferenghi.
I may be sounding a little harsh and bitter… however our respected Director made it VERY clear that the first substance to go on sale in our soon to be launched museum store would, naturally, represent the core of our collection and our raison d’etre…
And now I discover that someone else has had the temerity to pretend that it was their idea all along.
The State Dirt Company (not to be mistaken for the National Dirt Company aka The Tea Baggers … oops I mean ‘Party’) has put dinky little bottles of dust on sale at a price that reflects … well, I suppose it reflects their belief that you can sell any muck online as long as you charge something ridiculous for it…
Inky-Blinky, our MoD, has just pointed out that I’m being WAY too harsh. As he so rightly points out, (bull)dust is the only thing that is still manufactured in the United States of Anxiety. Who am I to deprive them of their last source of home-produced income.
Still, if you want to waste your money on something that won’t leave you feeling slightly dirtied, drop by our<a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/incognita"> temporary pop-up shop at Red Bubble</a> — at least you’ll have that warm inner glow that comes from squandering your hard-earned on something that has a purpose. You know that your life won’t be complete until you have an image of our Dear Director gazing benevolently over your day-to-day doings. "