Ever since I have laid eyes on the Rancho La Brea Tar Pits, I knew what I needed to do: volunteer in the lab separating, labeling and possibly cleaning fossils. I first came upon them in 2002, when I first visited Los Angeles to hang out with my sister that lived in her environs. I didn't go in to the Page Museum until 2004; but my eyes widened to a frightening bulge once I noticed what was beyond the garish displays of Ice age alumni: an all-volunteer group cleaning and sorting the fossils that have been collected since 1914. Musing at what would be quite tedious, I kept my speculations tucked in to the tune of maybe being one of the white coated wonders.
Fast forward to 2007:
I took a peek at the volunteer requirements, and I am not sure my desire will be fulfilled. Eight hours a week?! Even though I did read that if you volunteer over 96 hours, you can help excavate Pit 91! It only happens in the summer time for two months, and watching them dig I can't help but feel anxious. I admit to my feverish love of tedious activities; digging around for Pleistocene has beens sounds like an excellent way to spend my afternoons.
2 comments:
"I admit to my feverish love of tedious activities."
Polish ring, center ring, spin ring, shoot ring...how did you ever leave?
Tar pits sound much more fun. At least in the old days I had funny fake ice to prop jewelry on.
They won't let you use the ice?!
That was the best part!
I do miss shooting jewelry...
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