The Museum of Jurassic Technology is one of those things, like the coelacanth or the Snoop Dogg award for community activism, that shouldn’t exist, but yet, there it is. The museum occupies a small space in a one-story building on Venice Boulevard in West LA, 1200 miles from Blaine, Minnesota and Smugglers’ Inn. Other than the fact that both institutions have websites that have been “under construction” for years, we scarcely have anything in common. They are a non-profit organization that owes its existence to a an endowment from a Swiss industrialist of the previous century who followed a charismatic mystic. The mystic maintained that around the time the dinosaurs disappeared, The physical dimension that contained the known world halved and that, basically, the other side got all the cool shit. We are a combo restaurant and ad agency. Which, all of a sudden, doesn’t seem that strange.
“I had to look it up. Anyway, the lost acolyte’s name was “Pogo” and his spiritual center was in Blaine, Minnesota, specifically a restaurant that had portholes and shopping center
“Gretchen, I wish you all the best, but I am sure that you can understand, given the current political climate, my reluctance to discuss our employees with strangers. I can tell you there’s no one named Pogo here.”