Maybe, maybe, maybe this is it

This is more than five things. I say it's still a post.

New Mission of Burma. I have to wait till July?

(Why have I not even read The Hunger Games and I want somebody to vid the movie to "Academy Fight Song"? Seriously, brain.)

Annemarie Schwarzenbach. Discovered via cover photo here. I can't believe I'd never heard of her.

New England Conservatory is giving Benjamin Britten and W.H. Auden's Paul Bunyan (1941) its Boston premiere. American myth by the archetypally British. It is not supposed to be the best thing either of them ever wrote. Yes, please.

A radio adaptation of Diana Wynne Jones' Witch Week?

Grow a sunflower for Alan Turing!

I don't even like baseball and I wish I'd written this poem.

I would have enjoyed Lover Come Back (1961) more if I had not desired to go after the script with a brickbat almost every time gender came up, which was constantly, but an entire plot thread was pretty much redeemed by Tony Randall proclaiming himself the king of the elevator.

rushthatspeaks is showing me the pilot of Due South (1994–1999) this afternoon.

I should do things till then.