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  • Looking at today’s Google Doodle for the solstice, my co-worker told me about the time she and some friends were at a MOCA solstice event where they were encouraged to draw on black paper with white chalk, doodling and creating.

    “After a while, we noticed Adam wasn’t around,” she said. “He’d torn his paper up into little rectangles and made price tags for the paintings in the museum, you know—putting $1.39 next to one and $2.15 under another. He tried to be sneaky about it, but after a while, he had a crowd following him around to see how he’d price them, talking about if they agreed with him. Security caught on and was on his trail, taking the tags down, and finally they spotted the people and threw him out. So we all had to leave because he didn’t have a ride.”

    “How old was he?” I asked.

    “Old enough to know better.”

    “What, eleven or twelve?”

    She paused. “We were in grad school.”

    Image credit: MCA Chicago stairwell via Flickr under the Creative Commons License (
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