So kids, yesterday was my first day at my internship. To remind you, I'm working (unpaid) at the Chicago Children's Museum way the hell out on Navy Pier.

It was...so much fun. First thing after they showed me around a little bit my supervisor just said, "Hey, you want to go along to a classroom visit?" So, yeah, sure, of course I did. So I did a little grunt work preparing for the lesson (as in getting friendly with the paper cutter and some foam board) and then headed out with my other supervisor and an old experienced intern.

Do you know how to teach second graders about wheels and axles? I do! You ask them lots of questions and when they say something completely wrong, you say "Wow what a great idea! I hadn't thought of that!" Then you have them build cars with foam board, dulled skewer sticks, beads, and masking tape. And they will NOT touch the masking tape until they are told!

Then they draw out the car and write up instructions so that we can take them back to the museum and build our own. That's when I walk around and say, "Daisy, you want to label the parts on your drawing? Well let's see, what are the most important parts? Yeah the design on the front is pretty important. What about the machine we talked about? Right! So what does a wheel look like? A circle, exactly. So where are the circles on your drawing? Well, no..."

Then my boss bought everybody coffee.

I actually got to do some office work as well. Not nearly as fun to talk about, but I love the satisfaction of getting someone else's work to update, and realizing they did it in a totally convoluted way, so you get to reorganize and feel like you're better than they were. Yay!

So all in all, I did not fail miserably as I expected. I actually think this is going to be an awesome summer, so long as all these people don't grow horns. I hear that often happens at childrens' muuseums.

Labels: ccm, summer

I live in and operate a tutu knitting factory.


Here, we see the main staple of the operation: duct tape. Lots and lots of duct tape. There is so much tape wrapped around the faucet there that if you turn on the hot water, the pressure immediately flips the fuck out, makes strange noises, and the water starts coming out of the showerhead. It's pretty funny, but also very painful when you go to turn it off because you have a lot of hot water dripping on you.














He we see the bathtub/hose set-up as a whole, as well as the final part of the process. "Drying" is actually just hanging tutus upside down with as much as possible over the tub until the downstairs neighbors call the landlord because of water problems.












And here is the work in progress. There exist two kiddie pools, but I only had enough lung strength to inflate one. I'll get around to the other at some point. Water enters pool from hose, mixes with shit tons of Oxy-Clean (note quantity on desk) and then just chills out with two tutus for eight hours. Then, I come back, add some more Oxy-Clean, and flip the damn things over like pancakes. Then they chill out for another eight hours before they move on to the drying phase.





Best. Summer. Ever.

Labels: ballet, pictures, summer, tutus

Question: If you had to spend your summer taking sosc for the core for nine hours a week, but you got to choose one person, anybody, to come live with you while you do it, who would you choose.

Answer: Motherfucking GABE!!! Rock. Rock so hard.

Labels: Gabe, school, summer