I made a video on Art Museum Etiquette. It was decent, you should see it:
Liam, an internet friend of mine who also makes videos for the YouTubes, commented on this video:
"hahaha. next, can you teach me how to speak french?"
No, Liam. No I cannot.
You see, learning foreign languages has been somewhat of a nightmare for me. I like the idea of learning foreign languages, I wish I could learn foreign languages, but it doesn't seem to work out whenever I try.
It started in high school when I took Spanish. Spanish I was a big learning experience. I felt like by the end of it I could carry on a short conversation with a Spanish-speaking person, and it was great. Spanish II, on the other hand, was a different story. My teacher decided all we needed to do was learn Spanish songs like "Donde esta me Gato," "Me Gusta La Playa," and "Billy La Bufanda," which were entertaining, but no good at learning actual language skills.
(P.S. - I dare you to google search "Billy La Bufanda." Just...yeah.)
Once I transferred to my current college I learned I would have to take even more foreign language courses, so I chose Italian. I love opera and Italian culture, and I figured it was close enough to Spanish that I would be in good shape.
I was not.
My professor was FROM Italy, and she pretty much spent most of class time saying "Oh, you know this, you know this" because she didn't realize that she never actually taught it to us, and SHE just knew it because SHE IS ITALIAN.
I came out of two semesters knowing practically nothing, and I decided to switch this past semester to Portuguese. I've been to Brazil twice and plan on going back soon, so it was a logical choice (one I would have made from the start had it been offered.)
The Portuguese professor almost never writes anything down and expects us to retain everything after just hearing her say something once, and she doesn't quite seem to grasp that as an adult learning a different language, repetition is mildly helpful.
In any case, Liam, I cannot teach you French because that would require me learning French myself, and while I am decent at pronouncing French words when I read them, my French skills probably aren't going to go much beyond that. Even if I tried to learn it at this point I would probably scramble the Spanish and the Italian and the Portuguese and the French together in a way that would resemble a really crappy word salad.
The Thorne Miniature Rooms are one of the most popular permanent exhibits at the Art Institute of Chicago.
Basically, this rich lady with the last name "Thorne" really liked history and really liked dollhouses, so she made a bunch of drawings and paid for a bunch of craftsmen to make these rooms based on historical periods in Europe and America. They're kind of amazing, so check them out.
On a recent visit to the Art Institute, my mother and I went back to visit said Thorne Rooms. On our way out of the exhibit, an elderly woman in a wheelchair was coming in.
The lovely security worker, conveniently standing at the exhibit entrance, stepped in front of the woman and said,
"You have to leave the wheelchair outside."
I thought this was a mildly absurd statement, but sure enough, parked outside the exhibit was another wheelchair that some poor soul had been forced to leave behind.
Now, this particularly elderly woman was not able to leave her wheelchair outside. Because she couldn't walk. Because she was in a wheelchair. She turned right around and left.
My mother (being my mother) went up to the security worker and asked why wheelchairs had to be left outside, to which the worker replied,
"Well, she wouldn't have been able to see anything anyway."
This might have been accurate. The miniature rooms are set into the walls at about chest level for someone standing up, so sitting down would make it difficult to see them. Nonetheless, my mom asked why it couldn't be left up to the patrons to decide whether they wanted to try and see them or not.
"Well," the worker answered, "wheelchairs are a fire hazard."
Realizing that the worker had no actual reason for turning this patron away and was BSing her answers, we left. My mother proceeded to ask the information desk whether any areas of the museum were not handicapped accessible. They said no.
Good work, museum security worker. Good work for denying the elderly and the handicapped access to one of the most well known exhibits at your museum and for breaking museum rules and for being filled with general bigotry.
I am one of those people who dreams of cooking brilliantly.
I pin recipes on pinterest constantly. I love when my friends cook and bake and share their recipes with me. I love the idea of cooking. All that said, 90% of the time, I end up swinging by Noodles&Co. on my way home and eating food that someone else made for me.
I am a terrible person.
Part of it is my struggle with grocery shopping. I cannot just make a list and buy what I need when I go grocery shopping - I need to buy EVERYTHING. As an example, I went to Aldi the other day for hummus, and only hummus; I came out with two different kinds of hummus, rice cakes, veggie chips, and pita bread.
Of course, none of those things are actually ingredients to MAKE food. That's my other problem. If I have to take time to mix things together and wait for things to happen, I simply don't do it. My schedule isn't THAT busy, and I COULD take the time to cook properly if I wanted to, but I'm flat out lazy.
I enjoy snacking throughout the day so I don't have to eat/cook full meals. I enjoy throw-it-together-in-ten-minutes frozen dinners. It's easy, it tastes just as good, and it doesn't require me working very hard.
Again, I am a terrible person.
It really is a shame that I'm not using the recipes that I post on pinterest. A lot of them look really good, and they aren't very difficult to make - most are crock-pot meals, and if you can't throw a bunch of junk in a crock-pot and push "on", that's a tad pathetic.
I have this dream that when I'm out of college and I'm living on my own, I'm going to become a master chef and I'll cook yummy, healthy, delicious things all the time, and everyone will want to come over to my house because I'm the best cook ever, and my fantastic cooking skills will attract a husband who will also be a wonderful cook, and we will spend our lives cooking gourmet meals together in our kitchen with all of our kitchen supplies from Crate&Barrel and Anthropologie.
We'll see how that goes.