From the documentary Original Cast Album: “Company” (dir. D.A. Pennebaker, 1970), Stephen Sondheim with an Eberhard Faber Blackwing pencil, his pencil of choice.
The PBS NewsHour, tonight, in a seconds-long obituary: “He rose from the streets of working-class Brooklyn,” &c. Ah, yes, “the streets.” A cheap — not to mention insulting — cliché. Not even the sidewalks?
I walked into CVS this afternoon. Two employees were standing at the register, each with a mask hanging from one ear. I asked if the store had COVID rapid-test kits available.
When the Republican members did address the matter at hand, it was in startlingly vitriolic terms. Representative Mary Miller, of Illinois, said that the committee’s work is “evil and un-American.” You know what’s really “evil and un-American”? Attempting to overturn an election.
I discovered this morning, only partly to my surprise, that neither Merriam-Webster nor the Oxford English Dictionary has an entry for candy store. I think there should be one, because candy store does not always denote a store that sells only candy.
Joe LeSeuer: “Incidentally, it is Frank’s facetious reference to his pausing ‘at a sample Olivetti to type up thirty or forty lines of ruminations’ that led later commentators to assert that he sometimes wrote his poems on an Olivetti showroom typewriter. The dumbbells — didn’t they know when they were being kidded?”