Penultimate day of ridiculous work schedule. I’m optimistically exhausted.
I don’t understand the USA, all your roads are straight and all your cities look like they were planned using Excel.
Everyone knows the only way to build a city is to wait until a bunch of tiny villages merge together over centuries and create a sprawling clusterfuck of winding roads that make no sense and have no street signs and are impossible to navigate unless you’ve lived there all your life.
Stravinsky’s rite of spring is about a girl who dances herself to death to appease the Russian god of spring.
When it premiered the crowd got so amped up they opened up a mosh pit in the theater and the night would be forever known as the “riot of spring”
There’s a piece in the bassoon repertoire called “Dead Elvis” and when you buy the music you have to contractually agree to only perform the piece in a full Elvis costume.
anachronistic-astronaut asked: Two things. How long do you get off, at the end of the 18 days? And what are you going to do with your new-found freedom? Also, Keep Selfie-ing!
I’m gonna take Friday off, plus the weekend; then I’m going to Amsterdam in a couple weeks for a long weekend; then a week in Orkney at the end of May. And I will! Having fun with it. :)