Return of the Intern 

​What’s up everyone, I know you’re looking at this huge jump in dates between the first two posts and this one and going what the hell? Is this guy such a total bum that he can’t even keep up with a blog? The answer to that is yes. Like the title says, I’m only doing this because my boss makes me. Tons of things have happened since I last blogged, and there’s no way I’ll be able to talk about all of it. Does that mean you’ll never get to hear about some of my experiences? Yep, I guess it just sucks to be you. Let’s get into it.
 
What you last heard was that I helped set up a Space Elevator exhibit. I wasn’t there for the fundraiser, but I heard it was pretty sweet. Our exhibit intrigued tons of people from all different walks of life, and many put down their information and asked to be kept up to date on our progress. Market test number 1 of the Space Elevator Museum concept can be considered a success.
 
Market test number 2 was to set up a display in 5 large windows on Broadway St. here in Tacoma. The idea was that since it was right next to the Broadway Farmer’s Market, in theory it would bring around 5,000 people each Thursday right up to our windows. This is a great time for a phrase I’ve heard hundreds of times from my Dad,  “sounds good in theory”.
 
First, there were problems with the location. While it is very close to the Farmer’s Market, the Market stops just short of the beginning of our windows, and everyone stays within the confines of the market. So there’s a huge crowd of people that you could hit with a rock if you threw it from the windows, but you couldn’t force them to come look at our display.
 
Then there were problems with the space itself. More than half of the windows were being renovated so there were contractors in and out every day doing internal demolition and asbestos removal. Not exactly a place to be putting art up in. But at first we had one window to work with that the contractors said they wouldn’t touch, so we spent a good bit of time printing posters and hanging them up there. Lo and behold, after we put everything up, the contractors changed their minds and said they needed to do work in our space. All the work that went up, came right back down and went into storage. Just proof that things don’t go your way all the time, but hey that’s life.