tuesday night as i was closing the get go, i accidentally left the freezer door open, melting all the ice cream and destroying thousands of $$$ in product. VERY COOL. also no one will have gourmet ice cream in town for like, two weeks. ALSO COOL (actually somewhat cool). i will be paying off that underwhelming mint ice cream sandwich for the next six months. BLESS.
all this leonard bernstein centenary programming — here and here — is giving me life, not to use that phrase, but truly, it is kind of giving me life. leonard you are a wild genius flame. (also this bbc site has a lot of treasures! found it via this clip)
semi-related, west side story remains my favorite musical
my sister had a baby yesterday! it’s a miracle and his name is thomas!
i’m in houston, school started monday, i’m already in the weeds and freaking, wondering how do i do it all, will i ever get a real library job, will i ever not mess up things and hurt people’s feelings and leave freezer doors open, in sum: DREAMS R NOT EZ
listening to slow burn’s second season and the story of bill clinton’s embattled white house counsel vince foster is so sad. his final meal before his suicide:
That day, Foster had eaten lunch in his office: a cheeseburger and a plate of M&Ms. As it happened, the person who brought that food to him from the White House cafeteria was Linda Tripp.
having very intense response to that ken burns doc about the roosevelts. cannot stop thinking about FDR and when i start talking about him, i get v. worked up. “he didn’t get polio till he was 39!” “he wasn’t even in office when he got polio! he was in-between everything and had to work himself back in!” “he never walked again!” “he was basically unlikable as a teenager!” i don’t know what the emotion is but maybe a combo of sadness, loneliness, incredulity, admiration, some awe? and how he overcame so much, and fought for so much, when he didn’t have to?
[though his racial record — not great]
also he was the manager of his high school baseball team (!), which he called “thankless,” very true, i was manager of our middle school swim team, and it was thankless/humiliating. prob would have passed knowing what i know now but who knows. (ugh and why would you ever force middle school girls to wear their bathing suits in the yearbook photo?)