I’d fully intended to give you a post highlighting the weekend’s activities, but then this month’s Hamildrops came out and I had to share that instead. It is rare that a song makes me cry on first listen, but this mashup of “Found” from Dear Evan Hanson and “Tonight” from Hamilton accomplished that task.
Additionally, Lin-Manuel Miranda and Ben Platt are donating a portion of the proceeds from the sale of the song to this coming Saturday’s March for Our Lives, the anti-gun violence initiative being championed by the teenaged survivors of its damage. I hope you’ll join me in support of tougher gun regulations by buying the song.
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I thought since I keep posting pictures of green things growing that those of you in places still covered in inches and inches of snow might appreciate knowing that most of D.C. still looks like Rock Creek Park, where it’s clearly still winter.
But spring arrives this coming week, so I’ll leave you with this thought:
1. Baking is my thing (as opposed to cooking, which is Rudi’s), so Pi(e) Day is usually my responsibility. Somehow, though, I lost a day this week, so my plans to prep for the mathematical baking celebration after my volleyball game really didn’t really work, since that was, in fact, the 14th. Rudi stepped up, though, and made quiche for supper, including his very first pie crust. It was delicious!
2. Daylight Savings Time means there’s light after work. And since I’m not awake when the sun rises right now, it’s a 100% improvement for me. (Even if I am tired this week, from the shifted clock.)
3. We quite enjoyed the first episode of Rise, a tv show about a high school drama program, starring Rosie Perez, the dad from How I Met Your Mother, and the real-life girl who voiced the animated Moana.
How about you? What’s been beautiful in your world lately?
I haven’t read any more of A Gentleman in Moscow since last week, but it’s soon due back to the library, so I need to get moving on it. Pashmina, which was a Cybils finalist, has been my travel book this week. It’s a slim graphic novel about an Indian-American girl and her immigrant single mom. We’ve just reached the Oz part of the story, that takes place in India in full color and I’m very excited to learn what happens next. On my phone I’m still listening to Ta-Nehisi Coates’ We Were Eight Years in Power, which has been very compelling thus far.
The guy could do it all and refused to take himself too seriously in the process, as evidenced by his performance here, of Monty Python’s “The Galaxy Song.”