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A trip to the Exploratorium

Located at the Palace of Fine Arts on the site of the 1915 Panama-Pacific International Exposition, the Exploratorium is one of San Francisco’s best entertainments. It has the added benifit of being in a building designed by architect Bernard Maybeck.  The Exploratorium  bills itself as a museum of science, art, and human perception but it is much more. It is a giant, interactive, toy for anybody who is even a little curious about the world we live in.

A couple of weeks ago, I went there with my grandkids.

When I was in the Army, in Korea, I read Herb Caen, a gossip columnists in the San Francisco Chrony that everybody read. Every time I got a letter, it would have several Caen columns. During that year, one of the things that he was promoting was the restoration of the Palace of Fine Arts which, by then, was the only building left from the world’s fair built to show San Francisco’s Phoenix-like comeback from the 1906 earthquake. Then, like now, I was interested in architecture, and then, like now, I loved Bernard Maybeck. I loved his take on classical architecture at the Palace of Fine Art and sent a couple of bucks to my mom to contribute to the cause. She thought that my contribution was mis-placed and sent the money somewhere else. I have blocked out where.

So I was very happy to see that the restoration took place without my money and, eventually, became the home of the Exploratorium. The Exploratorium, itself, was the brain child of Frank Oppenheimer. Frank was the brother of Robert Oppenheimer, considered the father of the Atomic bomb. In my book, Frank has left the better legacy.

I fell in love with the Exploratorium when I went there as a childless adult, then later, with my daughter Samantha, then my “little brother”, Edwin Peña, and, now, with my grandchildren. Charlotte and August.

 

Any kid, every kid, can find hundreds of fascinating experiments. So can any adult.

 

 

A tour with the San Francisco Succulent Society

A tour with the San Francisco Succulent Society turned out to be a short history of plant collecting.

Our first stop was the Arizona Garden at Stanford. Back before Stanford was Stanford, when it was just the estate and future home of Jane and Leland Stanford and called the Palo Alto Stock Farm; they hired landscape architect Rudolf Ulrich to design a garden of exotic desert plants. As was typical of the day, they sent crews down to Arizona to rip up plants and bring them home.  Up the road – in what is now Menlo Park – James Flood did the same thing and – in what is now known as San Marino – Henry Huntington sent a train down to Arizona to get his plants.

As an aside, they also kept exotic animals on their estates, so Michael Jackson was is good company. End aside.

Anyway, after the Stanford’s son died and they started Stanford in his honor, the garden slowly fell into disarray. It has only recently been restored. This time in a more conventional botanical form with plants from both the Old World and New World. We were give a tour by one of the main restorers and then left on our own to look at some of the blooming plants.

This being the San Francisco Succulent Society, the next stop was wine tasting at a local winery.

Then it was on to a exotic plant grower. People no longer rip plants out of the desert – at least they are not supposed to – now they buy the plants at Home Depot or a nursery. Increasingly, the plants are not grown from seed, but from plant tissue culture. The plants are propagated in laboratory conditions to  produce exact copies. Plants that used to be rare are now easy to find.

I am not sure that I am ready for thousands of identical plants, then I see a South American cactus from Argentina blooming and fall in love.

 

 

 

 

 

This is so sad

This is just so sad and so hard to watch. It just makes me sick. Israel had such promise. It was going to be a beacon of  everything good and now it is just turning into another intolerant, right wing state. These beautiful, happy, clean cut, children marching through the streets chanting May your village burn. Slaughter the Arabs. As The Accidental Theologian said Is this how the pogroms started?