The Museum's Video Unit asks me to post their latest production, Cat/Daff Season, 2011. It's in 3D, so you'll need to put on your red/blue glasses. Very gripping plot; nice soundtrack.
Please enjoy a short slideshow of memorable coverage of the 2011 Cat/Daff Season. There's a selection of 3D shots at the end - get your red/blue glasses ready.
... In the seemingly blank area on the right of the note.
And here's a 500 ruble note from 1912, featuring Peter the Great.
Oh, just one more for now - even the 5 ruble note were handsome affairs. These will join our only other banknote in the collection - our rare Iowa daguerrian banknote.
Many thanks to the Neumanns; this was not the first time they've made a generous contribution to the collections.
* Actually, it's cool if the Romanovs never come back, as far as I'm concerned.
Here's the seller's tranlation of the inscription:
I began to dream every night that my cat liked to be go up to the moon and that I had go to look for it for an infinitely long stair. And the worst thing was that I woke up very tired and the legs hurted me as if is by real I had gone up the long long stairway. I thank to the Virgen de San Juan because she illuminated me so that I had he idea of allowing to my cat to sleep in my bed be cause the bed is a place more comfortable that the moon and now me awake together very rested and I no longer have those strange dreams.
... Flash, Douglas' dog - a carte de visite by Nathaniel Routzahn of Winchester, Virginia. Routzahn is better known as the photographer of the famous "Winchester photograph" of Gen. Thomas J. "Stonewall" Jackson in 1862.
My husband was an old fashion hippie and he was smoking marijuana the whole day to be inspired and to paint better, but it made him only slower and stupider. One day he began to see flying cats and he though that was funny, but he began to worried when the cats began to smile him and then to talk him, it was then when he stopped to smoke, I thanks to the Virgen because my house no more smells as marijuana and my husband even got a stable job.
Very beautiful, but speaking as a slow and stupid former old fashion hippie myself, I have to state that if flying smiling talking cats started appearing to me, I would embrace the moment. I would embrace it, I say, and use it as a force for creative good - would look pretty cool on the old resumé, I bet. Plus, I don't want to work in a stable.
