so mexico city was hit by a massive earthquake last week and the pictures of ordinary folks helping rescue workers move debris and conduct search and rescue operations and generally helping out in every possible way are heartwarming and heartbreaking. also there are of course rescue dogs. meet frida
. she works with the mexican navy, she was named after frida kahlo, and she's found fifty-two people in the course of her career. (only twelve of those people were still alive, but still.) i love that the rescue dogs wear booties and goggles. they need protection too! they're good dogs.
today was gorgeous and summer-like (ie, hot) and tamalinn
and i went to the isabella stewart gardner museum
for some culture. the museum is effectively a big house museum, with all the shit isabella collected in her life arranged in the building where she lived. she opened it to the public after it was built and held concerts and lectures and invited artists to come hang out. when she died, she left the house and all its contents to the city under the condition that nothing be moved, so it looks like it did when she was alive. she had the weirdest sense of interior design - there are decorative stone bits just slapped into the sides of the wall along the stairs, and mismatched wrought iron fencing (not fence-fencing, but like barrier-fencing to keep you out of, like, a private side chapel in an old church) in weird places, and nothing matches. the museum is however full of REALLY COOL SHIT - furniture and tapestries and art (SO MUCH ART) and knickknacks and old books and chandeliers and wall sconces and (mismatched, did i mention?) sets of china and marble busts and tiles and letters (there's one from john quincy adams and his handwriting is so neat and legible and cute) and sheet music and screens and pieces of medieval churches (SO MANY WOODEN SEATS FROM CHOIR STALLS, SO MUCH RANDOM WOOD) and seriously, i think the only thing that's missing is clothes. it's a little nuts but i have to say, i really admire isabella's nondiscriminatory attitude towards collecting.
also there's a room that has a lot of john singer sargent paintings, and i really like his work.
last night i went over to my sister's so we could watch the first kingsman
movie (cute and fun and violent and weird) and eat leftovers. i brought a challah. it's an OMG challah. seriously, that's what it says on the bag. it doesn't have raisins (personally i prefer a raisin challah) but it's still delicious.
i didn't get any of my rbb choices, but i'm pretty sure at least one of the arts i wanted was claimed by someone whose fic i've enjoyed, and that's ok. i'm still bummed, tho. claims opened at 10 and it looked like everyone posted their choices at the exact same time. crazy! now i know how artists must feel when claims open for regular bangs.
1 what do i do with four egg yolks? is that a custard? small custard, large custard?
2 what do clove cigarettes smell like? i'm guessing it's not like sticking your face in a jar of cloves, but is it?