Peter
That would be amazing. It would have to be some kind of "night-vision" goggle-type thingy, wouldn't it? An extended meditation of the built environment, and man's relation to nature.
They would need to sell Dramamine and...other stuff...at the halfway house.
Sir Bob
The Bodleian Library will have slipped considerably for Chindogu to be found inside. No, this is Lord Byron territory my friend. giant-addle-brained territory...Mary Shelley territory...
Picture this: a bar in which pink elephants twist and dance off the ceiling, beers named for a medical condition found in only in severe alcoholics...
You pour out into the allee, mistakenly turn left, into a pack of giggling university students. A glance right, and a double-take into what surely is Satan's apse, the dim den of Jeanneken Pis:
Ho! What's this? The dim outlines of a Chindogu, flooding the mind, the audio tour...
But laugh now, scratch that pate in puzzlement. But my California friend sometime, maybe in the near future, your Chindogu will come and you will rush to this thread, grateful it has slipped only to the 37th page in the prior two weeks....
Maybe New Year's Eve -- picture: half-deliriumed by biltong and Stellenbosch, the idea comes upon you in such a rush you fear its passing before it can be recorded for eternity, aye a real beauty, this one, a manly ruggedness, a Maori-quality Chindogu....
You madly dash for the computer before it runs off, the fleeting Chindogu...special glasses that enable one to identify, via secret markings imprinted on the face, hidden to all but the wearers of the glasses, fellow members of the R und A -- yesssss!!!!!!
Mark
PS Actually I found it at the Met. You know, the one on 5th Avenue, in New York.