Zeum

Ever since I moved to San Francisco, Rai, (which is quite a few years now) I have wondered this: What is the Zeum?
Zeum. The word itself, so simple, so smooth, yet unlike other words that pass unnoticed through one's mind, this one lingers. Zeum. See? Your mind stopped, thinking over this word, trying to dissect and categorize it, didn't it? Zeum. What could it possibly mean?
It looks like the marketing folks at the Zeum, San Francisco's Children's Museum did a fine job. All they did was shorten 'museum' into this hip, ebonic version of itself and, voila, without ever visiting the museum, the name of the place floated at the front of my mind for years. Really, it did.
Finally, the waiting came to an end. Using a handful of free tickets, we all made it into the Zeum the other day and, after some initial stage fright (we did some live performing in front of the museum staff), we all let loose and had a great time. The results of our 'hands-on' activities can be seen in the short video medley that follows...