Yesterday I brought a group of people to the Musem of Modern Art in New York City. Due to minor mishaps I had two extra tickets.

This is not a huge deal and I immediately considered just writing them both off as donations, it's a worthy cause after all. But we did decide to try offering them to folks in the ticket line, for something less than original price. Waste not, want not. Habits of a lifetime.

Nobody was interested. As someone in our group pointed out, this could be because they didn't know if I was honest, and that's a good point, although it's also easily solved: come with me when I go through the entrance; see if you get in or not; pay me then.

But what stopped me from even suggesting that was the looks people gave me. They weren't doubting looks. They were incredulous, snooty, dismissive looks.

You speak of MONEY, sir? You disturb the AESTHETIC of this LOBBY? How GAUCHE! This is an ART MUSEUM!

These are the same people who probably wrote poignant tweets when they encountered the Minimum Wage Machine, a performance piece in which anyone can turn a crank to produce a trickle of coins, which is exciting until you realize they are being disbursed at the rate of $8 per hour and gradually become depressed by the knowledge of how little that is.

Screw those people and their faux concern for the truly poor and their open disdain for the middle class. I'm glad I made them see me and my Target clothes and my perfectly good extra tickets.

(Yes, I'm sure I'm misjudging somebody in that line, but they'll live. Very well.)

Going to our cousins' for dinner. I got stuff to make kale-cabbage salad with pomegranate-blueberry dressing, and August: Osage County. 

I find it amusing that Julia Roberts has gone from "drink y'juice Shelby," to "EAT THE FISH, MA." 

What would happen if I just went to bed early right now? 

What would happen to the 9 zillion ideas zooming around in my head? 

What if I listened to my body and recharged my batteries? 

Will I still have the ideas in the morning? ​

Jarnsaxa Rising

I'm so excited that my hands are shaking. 

EDITED TO ADD: 

YOO GISE WE AR 2 PURSENT FUNDIP OH MAH GAAAAD 

It feels like Halley's Comet! This script better be good. 

(Dives back into research) 

OK Philly, it's Primary Election Day! I'm voting for:

MAYOR: Jim Kenney. Not much of a surprise. Broad support for him. He's an honest guy, rooted in the community and highly intelligent. He's taught local government at Fels for years. I prefer his labor connections to Anthony Williams' charter school dollars. I think Kenney is our next consensus Mayor.

CITY COUNCIL AT LARGE:

Helen Gym: forced the Parking Authority to cough up their profits to the schools like they are required to. Saved the last public school in Nicetown.

Paul Steinke: successfully led the Reading Terminal Market in complex times.

Jenne Ayers: wonky in the right ways. Interested in data-driven do-gooding like the STRIVE partnerships in Cincinnati. A milliennial, for a change.

Tom Wyatt: the local community gardeners like him. (Hey, that's important in our household.)

Sherrie Cohen: key issues for her include libraries and public pools. Widely endorsed.

DISTRICT 1 CITY COUNCIL: Squilla's decent. Nobody's running against him. Zzzz.

HELL NO: Wilson Goode, Jr: a little bird tells me he "can't read a spreadsheet." Frank Rizzo, Jr.: accepted a DROP retirement plan the first time around; these were never meant for City Council. Blondell Reynolds-Brown: in hot water for ethics reasons in 2013.

NAH: Allan Domb is running a straight "I am good at the business things" campaign with no interesting ideas on what he'd do on council. We could do worse, but we could do better.

CITY COMMISSIONER: not excited about any of the Democrats, and I'm one. But in the general election I plan to vote for Al Schmidt, a Republican. He's got a deep resume and has been doing the job well for a while.

JUDGE OF THE ANYTHING: THIS SHOULD NOT BE AN ELECTED POSITION. WHAT. THE. FRICK. So, let the Philly Bar Association's website tell you who is at least a competent lawyer, and vote accordingly. See the comments.

BALLOT QUESTIONS

"Abolish the SRC and return control of schools to the City:" no. The state's not great, but we had corruption problems on our own, remember?

"Commission for women:" yes.

"City agencies to prepare plans for participation of those with limited English skills:" yes. Anything to anger Joey Vento's ghost.

"Commission on universal pre-kindergarten:" DEFINITELY.

See below for useful links for making up your own mind. (What, you're just going to vote my slate? Um, I mean, sure. Do that, thousands of you.)

Download a sample ballot:

In all earnest, this tee is not at all an inappropriate gift from my ex. Yes, it is a funny funny life I lead. 

Our air conditioner isn't working. 

I called the AC guys to schedule an appointment. They made one. I texted Vince to tell him. 

Vince wrote back, "Maybe I should get an HVAC certification. I could be the next Harry Tuttle."

I think it'd be the perfect job for him. 

Chris Herdt graduated on Saturday. I believe he earned a Masters' of Engineering from The University of Pennsylvania. 

As (he is) a member of OPW, I recommend that he receive the special duckspensation to post more than once in a 24-hour period. 

Muthafuckin' PENN, y'all. 

Roadie Wife is tired. 

I'm sick of people getting killed by police. 

I'm sick of income inequality. 

I'm sick of police having inadequate resources and responding to conflicts with inexplicable and unjustified violence. 

I'm of the systems that cause poor people to have shitty options, commit crimes and/or have children they can't afford to raise. 

I'm sick of people feeling bad because they feel different. 

I'm sick of girls in Lily Pulitzer dresses on green lawns and bankers getting rich while there's drought and poverty. 

I'm sick of religions that claim there's only one set of answers and only one path to goodness. 

When you consider the fact that in 30 years, most of the most expensive coastal property in the country will be under water, while a significant portion of our nation will be drying to dust, why are we worrying about race, gender, preference or interest rates? 

I'm ready for the Vogons to eradicate us. Build a new space highway, fuckers. Write your horrible poetry. 

All day I've felt a feathery feeling in my spine because of what happened to Freddie Gray.