Tutankhamen
I'm in Los Angeles, in a crappy but livable hotel in Chinatown. I've always liked LA, in part because it's nice to be someplace where there are so many creative people. For example, no fewer than three times today I saw a driver creating a lane where one didn't exist before. Astonishing.
We went to the King Tut exhibit at the LACMA. It was about as close as you can get to Disneyland and still be a museum. Long line to get in, flashy, crowded, and not terribly substantial. Most museum exhibits I've seen make an effort to put education first and entertainment second. With Tut, it's as if they knew that there was going to be massive crowd, and limited the amount of information supplied in order to keep things moving. The artifacts themselves were astonishing and thought-provoking, but ultimately I felt herded.
I'll tell you what's creepy, though. A dark room with an effigy of a boy king, silent except for the sibilant whispering of the headphones of two dozen people listening to the audio tour.