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Microminiature carvings (a strand of hair reading “May all your dreams come true”), mice on toast (an edible cure for bed wetting), and Frederic Ruysch’s dioramas of fetal skeletons standing on diseased body parts are the stuff of the Museum of Jurassic Technology. Housed in an inconspicuous West L.A. shop, this cache of semiscientific curiosites leaves New Yorker staffer Lawrence Wechsler bewildered but thrilled. His book, Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonder, is a playful, literate account of the museum and its appropriately enigmaticoverseer, David Wilson, a man whose stone-faced “ironylessness” ideally suits his esoteric hoard. Wechsler reads at 7 p.m. at Chapters, 1512 K St. NW. FREE. (202) 347-5495. (NodB)