Thursday, June 18, 2009
When I say Think, you say Art!
Check it out, it's "me" posing for an art class! Or at least it's me as portrayed by Denise Parkhurst of the Chicago Danztheatre ensemble... ...at the Th!nkArt Salon series, hosted by the inimitable Laurie Glenn, pictured below, all the way to the right: Chicago Danztheatre also interpreted scenes from Sandi "Cancer Bitch" Wisenberg's book, and as you can see, they were not shy about sitting on the couch right next to unsuspecting salon-goers... ...because letting yourself be held back by the fourth wall is like, so lame. Sandi and I each read a tiny bit from our respective books, The Adventures of Cancer Bitch and Live Nude Girl, but to call it a reading would be inaccurate. Neither Sandi nor I had ever had an actual theatre troupe read our whole books, pick out selections, and then act them out in a gallery full of people before, and for that, we are super-grateful and impressed. Because I have this picture from an event earlier today during which I helped chaperone a field trip of interns to the Federal Reserve Bank... ...I'll go ahead and say it: thanks to Laurie and Chicago Danztheatre for making us feel like a million bucks. If you missed it tonight, there's one more chance to catch the show: tomorrow, 1530 N. Paulina, Chicago, IL from 5:30-9:30. Hope to see you there.
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Although it pleases me to think that working for the Federal Reserve involves a lot of running around with briefcases full of cash, my guess is that it probably doesn't.
Yes, most of the cases/pyramids/enormous piles of cash were either bolted to the floor and/or encased in bulletproof glass, so running around with said cash is not so much an option.
Seems like these days most of the money-moving is done by "wire transfer." I call bullshit.
Most of it *is* moved electronically, yes, but the stuff that isn't is moved by "fifty-foot semis full of cash" quoth Jerry, our tour guide.
Now you're speakin' my language.
I believe I've seen those semis . . . don't they usually hurtle through the streets at top speed with Bruce Willis hanging off their grilles?
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