Donald Trump* is a desperado, “one in despair or in desperate straits.” He is also a desperado, “a bold or violent criminal.” Commuting Roger Stone’s sentence is the act of a desperado.
Sparring passive-aggressively, residents take amusing action against Trader Joe’s customers who line up outside their building, hours early, talking on their cell phones.
Augustin Hadelich at the piano, with thirty-seven other musicians, performing Florence Price’s “Adoration,” arranged for violin and piano by Elaine Fine.
“One year, Mary Trump writes[,] they gave her a three-pack of underwear from Bloomingdales. Another year, they gave her an obviously re-gifted basket with crackers, sardines and a salami — with an imprint in the cellophane wrap where a tin of caviar had been.”
From the Walker Art Center (Minneapolis): Creative Black Music, an online archive of audio, video, photographs, ephemera, and correspondence. With the Art Ensemble of Chicago and many more.
An algorithm to color-code similar-sounding syllables, applied it to lyrics from Hamilton and some of its hip-hop influences. It’s a beautiful demonstration of the element of sound in poetry.
A Fourth of July encounter southeast of Bloomington, Indiana, in which Vauhxx Booker, an African-American man, was pinned against a tree and beaten by white men who are alleged to have threatened to break his arms and hang him.
The Chronicle of Higher Education reports on the work of Cait S. Kirby, a doctoral student in biology who has created simulations of a day in the life of a college student and a faculty member required to be on campus in Fall 2020. The simulations are a bit like Choose Your Own Adventure, or Nightmare.