:O dizzy...weird. Not particularly exciting. I don't get it.<
But now I kinda understand why people get drunk in college...it's because they see people they haven't seen in ages and, well, what other reason do you have to stay up until 2 on a weeknight? Not to mention it makes people rather cameraworthy. :D Hee, hee.
Though the lawbreaking seems...okay, hell, no one even thinks about it. I don't know why America doesn't go European and stop the drinking problem in teens.
3.30.2006
3.16.2006
L'oiseau qui rebelle
Saw "Carmen" today!
I will attempt to eschew descriptions of the obnoxious junior-high and high-school kids who acted like they were at a baseball game, from singing the National Anthem to whistling and cheering every fucking time someone stopped singing. OH. And they clapped when Don Jose stabbed Carmen.
Why is it that instrumental music is never acknowledged without the addition of a voice? I mean, the Toreador suite was playing at the very opening, and people talked all through that. (Which I resent because, when paired with the Habañera itself, it is Bizet's magnus opus. Or however you say it in Latin.)
Anyway, 'twas awesome. I was disappointed at the lack of a scene where she dances with a rose in her teeth, but the costumes were better--the skirts were more flamboyant, like the kind of thing you'd see on a flamenco dancer, rather than being more stereotypical gypsy-peasant outfit. (But still...rose in teeth...)
Well, it was awesome. Great music, good singers (Carmen's voice cracked on her aria and sometimes, they weren't that loud, but that could have been because of our horrendously shitty seats). Oh, and after Chipotle, I met a chocolate café. It is my latest fling.
4-1 odds that the affair lasts less than a full day.
I will attempt to eschew descriptions of the obnoxious junior-high and high-school kids who acted like they were at a baseball game, from singing the National Anthem to whistling and cheering every fucking time someone stopped singing. OH. And they clapped when Don Jose stabbed Carmen.
Why is it that instrumental music is never acknowledged without the addition of a voice? I mean, the Toreador suite was playing at the very opening, and people talked all through that. (Which I resent because, when paired with the Habañera itself, it is Bizet's magnus opus. Or however you say it in Latin.)
Anyway, 'twas awesome. I was disappointed at the lack of a scene where she dances with a rose in her teeth, but the costumes were better--the skirts were more flamboyant, like the kind of thing you'd see on a flamenco dancer, rather than being more stereotypical gypsy-peasant outfit. (But still...rose in teeth...)
Well, it was awesome. Great music, good singers (Carmen's voice cracked on her aria and sometimes, they weren't that loud, but that could have been because of our horrendously shitty seats). Oh, and after Chipotle, I met a chocolate café. It is my latest fling.
4-1 odds that the affair lasts less than a full day.
3.04.2006
Field Museumness. Of Doom.
I went to the Pompeii exhibit today. What excitement it is to see the stuff you read about in reality! --it's as if, having read about it, one is unable to truly believe its existence or even create any image beyond a rather flat picture until one sees it in reality. I mean, I first learned about Mt. Vesuvius' eruption when I was six or seven, along with Pliny the Elder and Pliny the Younger, and I saw pictures of the macabre plaster casts of the people who had simply fallen like that and stayed that way for 1800 years--and I've recently read about denarii and all the coins with the Emperors' pictures on them, not to mention all the frescoes and Nero as Apollo & shit--but seeing it and learning about it are totally different.
Well, there was also that other element of seeing the cast made of the skeletons rather than the plaster molds around the bodies. One of the faces was open in an eternal scream, and just thinking about all that hot ash entering...where was Mercury when they needed him most? Eh. Gods created by humans are as untrustworthy as humans themselves. At any rate, though, it was disturbing because that's not a pleasant way to die, especially when you're supposed to have much more of your life waiting (children) or supposed to be creating life (heavily pregnant woman).
So to ameliorate the shock (I guess there's no better term for it, but it's really not appropriate) of remembering the descriptions of falling ash, I just read Pliny the Younger's letter, available at Bartleby.com. It helped. Well, sort of. Mleh.
I guess filling in the gaps in one's memory is a sort of process that is ultimately more beneficial than straining to find details and making up stuff that's more fanciful than the reality.
Oh, and I finally saw Sue. W00t.
Lots of people have had the dinosaur fixation, but it's different to see the world's most complete Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton! I don't know how long I waited for it, but it was exciting. Except that I didn't know it was Sue's skeleton until I re-read the thing. Oh. I've been sitting in front of Sue for minutes--like the real taxidermised elephants, bit of a shocker, in its own way like walking through D.C. and realising that the Congress buildings are using historical treasures as freaking ornamentation! (I know I left a record of that somewhere. Whatev.)
Well, there was also that other element of seeing the cast made of the skeletons rather than the plaster molds around the bodies. One of the faces was open in an eternal scream, and just thinking about all that hot ash entering...where was Mercury when they needed him most? Eh. Gods created by humans are as untrustworthy as humans themselves. At any rate, though, it was disturbing because that's not a pleasant way to die, especially when you're supposed to have much more of your life waiting (children) or supposed to be creating life (heavily pregnant woman).
So to ameliorate the shock (I guess there's no better term for it, but it's really not appropriate) of remembering the descriptions of falling ash, I just read Pliny the Younger's letter, available at Bartleby.com. It helped. Well, sort of. Mleh.
I guess filling in the gaps in one's memory is a sort of process that is ultimately more beneficial than straining to find details and making up stuff that's more fanciful than the reality.
Oh, and I finally saw Sue. W00t.
Lots of people have had the dinosaur fixation, but it's different to see the world's most complete Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton! I don't know how long I waited for it, but it was exciting. Except that I didn't know it was Sue's skeleton until I re-read the thing. Oh. I've been sitting in front of Sue for minutes--like the real taxidermised elephants, bit of a shocker, in its own way like walking through D.C. and realising that the Congress buildings are using historical treasures as freaking ornamentation! (I know I left a record of that somewhere. Whatev.)
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