cultural reference

There is this (no need to listen to all ten hours - fifteen seconds is enough).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U2zJOry

Start at about minute 21 or so
https://www.npr.org/2018/10/04/654325660/cory-henry-tiny-desk-concert
Also, it's the first time I remember there being a visual of the NPR worker audience, as opposed to just hearing them.

co-op update

No last-minute savior. Harvest co-op will close within a couple of weeks. When I was shopping yesterday, other shoppers seemed to be standing around in a daze, blocking the way in some cases. The cashier was surly (blamed the organization for not holding it together until "the holidays"). I am trying to make a list of items to stock up on, that might be unavailable elsewhere. Today I went into the Whole Foods on Prospect Street in Cambridge, which started out in the late 1970s as one of the original Bread & Circus stores. It clearly is a Whole Foods, and has their store brand stuff, but it still has the vibe of the old-style "health food" store that it started out as. I walked out thinking fondly of it, but then remembered that Marcia Deihl was killed by a truck on her way home from the store on her bike in 2015. That took some of the nostalgia out of my shopping trip.
https://lauradi7dw.dreamwidth.org/2015/03/13/

comparing privilege

I spent part of yesterday sitting in a federal courtroom, "accompanying" a person originally from Guatemala, at his final hearing. All the petitions were denied, and he's on his way back. I am sympathetic but also (unreasonably?) judgmental - he has a US citizen wife, and was well on his way to a green card, when he was caught with drugs in his car (presumed to be dealing?). Couldn't he have been law-abiding for at least a little longer? I started wondering whether a young Brett Kavanaugh would have been let off, in a similar situation. I'm tempted to say yes, but I did have a (white but not "elite") friend at UNC in the 1970s who was *not* given a break by the system. Nothing too subtle going on there - his apartment mate had a dog named Quaalude, and I don't think they were especially careful in their habits.
And then I took the Blue Line from Government Center to Revere Beach and waded in the ocean for quite a while. The water was lovely, and if I had had a swimming buddy and appropriate attire (I had a long dress on, which I had to hold up) I might have gone in all the way. Or maybe it just felt warm to my feet and calves because it was gray and dreary outside, so there wasn't much of a contrast. I could do a comforting outing on a weekday afternoon because I have the privilege of free time, which is a reflection of stored-up financial means and not many responsibilities. One of the other accompaniers had to go right back to work. While I was wading, I composed a much more elaborate post, but I've forgotten it in the meantime.