I started listening to My Brilliant Friend on audiobook today, and it is coinciding very weirdly with my Bob's Burgers phase. Whatever stories she tells about Lila, I have this very definite image of Louise Belcher in my head. My brain has not only noted the similarities, it has decided they're the same person - so Lila is fierce with bunny ears.

Seconding Peregrine for coffee, and right next to it they have Pitango Gelato which was maybe my favorite thing when I lived in the neighborhood. It was expensive for ice cream, but cheap as luxuries go. I really liked their Affogato but just ice cream is really good too.

Also on Eastern Market, the indoor market has (on Saturdays? can't remember) famous buckwheat blueberry pancakes. Down Barracks Row, Springmill bread is good for bread - if you're going to make your own sandwiches at some point, it's a good place to get it.

For non culinary needs, Capitol Hill Books is also in the neighborhood and is a comically overloaded used book store where I also got some great books cheap.

For the court - I looked up my old Facebook chats - we lined up on 6 am for a very unglamorous insurance case, we were like 12th in line but we were still pretty early - later would have been totally fine. I think around 7 they hand out tickets, then you can go drink coffee and stare wearily. Around 8 you come back and they let you in, then you have an hour to spend in the court (you can sit at the cafeteria, look at pictures, etc), and they bring you up to the courtroom at 9. For the courtroom you deposit your bags in a locker - so make sure you have a quarter with you. Basically it's a little like boarding a flight, lots of waiting around and prep - so come prepared for that.

And have fun!!

I think it's this one? I found this blog through the toast, I forgot exactly how, and went down a rabbithole a few months back, if was great https://floatingpoems.wordpress.com/2013/12/30/ar...

I keep reading the deleted comment in Dwight Schrute's voice.

In other news, Haaretz, which is Israel's most serious/highbrow newspaper, lifed (with credit, though) Mallory's reportage of Ayn Rand's letter to her niece.

My mom answers 80% of my calls to her cell after 6pm with "Why aren't you calling the landline?"

to be fair, acting is super-easy if you have a bad script. It's good scripts that really make actors groan.

I'd been having a grumpy, petulant evening today, and then I got home and got a cheerful ToastPost from unshored on a strange and lovely postcard and I felt measurably better immediately. Thank you!

Also: I'm from a non-US country so I might be reading the culture wrong, but I think it's a stretch to incorporate Pakistani immigrants into the model minority myth. I don't think Pakistani immigrants are seen through the same favorable stereotypes, and certainly being muslim brings a whole shade of suspicion and hostile treatment into the picture, which I think lumping the two together conveniently ignores.

Done! Thanks.