rapt in the evening air
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yamamanamaLengthy periods with no conversation were spent listening to Popol Vuh and Blue Skies And Paign and The Art of Noise.
Fucking pocket gnomes, man. I sit down on the train to find my pen trisected. Thankfully, the ink stayed in the tube and nothing was broken. I don't know how this happened. I mean, I was rummaging through my pockets for a 10 but I still don't know how I pulled my pen apart. Only explanation: pocket gnomes. Or maybe pocket gremlins.
Her name may be Lauren, or she may have been communicating with someone named Lauren. Or both. The world may never know!
Whoever she is, she liked her picture and thinks baby raccoons and foxes and owls are adorable.
What I expected was rain and an entry called in the season of the rains, what I got was a perfect summer's afternoon. A bit premature, methinks. At least everything worked out nicely. And there was more rain in the Sea of Rains, which was on the moon.
The concert was held indoors because of the threat of storms. I got out at Arlington, walked to the Little John Hancock Building and realized "fuck me, that's Copley Square! I'm going in the wrong direction!"
I suggested that they do Carmina Burana next year to make up for the lost one this year. But if they can think of something more awesome than Carmina Burana, I'd like to hear it.
The announcer couldn't think of a place with more perfect rain locations, aside from Paris. And maybe Budapest.
If anyone's name fits them completely, it's Gabriella (like Marquez, but feminine - it's funny because I'm reading One Hundred Years Of Solitude). I don't know what I was expecting her name to be (Andromeda, perhaps, or Katerine) but Gabriella works. I thought I heard an accent in her voice but she's from Massachusetts and has been here her whole life. I was expecting her to say "Albania" or maybe "Bizaqh" or "Karzistan". In fact, I went to high school with her. I remember her (and Lisa) from earlier Landmarks concerts, since she's always wearing such outrageous clothing. Well, not "outrageous" in the way that fuzzy vests, paisley shirts, and old school 3D glasses are, but clothing that definitely makes her stand out (today, a top that looks like something Lana Kane would wear, only floral and less bulky, and, you know, a top, a skirt, a dark blue jacket, plastic hair clips, fishnet stockings, her hair tied back with a dark blue ribbon and held in a mesh bag. She had a black polkadot on white with white polkadot on black umbrella and a bag with a DVD about a prison performance of Julius Caesar in it. To put things another way, she dresses like a character from Final Fantasy VI, except her jacket had zippers on it. Modern zippers were invented in 1913, for the record)
She saw a lot of Mahler a few years back. She goes to a lot of concerts and will occasionally drag Lisa with her.
She says (about the cats on my shirt, who are against war) "Ah, those cats are nice."
i'm doing the Tina moan the entire time." and I'm struggling to remember the actual context of that. No, no, I figured it out; it's about texting and Emma livetweeting the concert and how I can't text very fast.
There were a lot of sextets, quartets. I guess they're just called quartets or whatever. I don't think there's a name for the larger set containing sextets and quartets.
Don Giovanni I explained once long ago. Basically, it's about Don Giovanni's quest to get laid. He gets dragged down to hell after refusing to repent before a statue. The end.
Overtures/Preludes are mostly instrumental, unless we're talking about Final Fantasy VI.
The others were a sextet and duet.
By Violetta's act I aria, Emma was using her fan and therefore no longer allowing me to appropriate it.
Around this time, I though "it's going to be pouring and I'm going to run outside, because I'm sweating like Roger Ebert."
It was clear and I could see the moon.
Gabriella had her own fan so I got her BLO fan.
One Hundred Years Of Solitude is on Lisa's "to read" list. It's been on mine since high school, along with Gravity's Rainbow (which I read), and Infinite Jest (which I do not have)
The word "traviata" means something like "led astray." It was shocking enough that the censors would not allow it to be shown in contemporary costuming.
The prelude to The Force of Destiny sounded like Verdi.
Emma wanted to do a collaborative picture with me.
I felt it was hard to draw and listen to the concert at the same time. I gave her Sara-esque rose and hummingbird tattoos on the shoulders, a scythe fish or something around one eye, a sunflower and five pointed stars and a crescent moon around the other. I might print out a copy and color it, give that to her.
Káťa Kabanová by Leoš Janáček was in English. Just so you know, that looks really weird in my notes file but should look fine in Livejournal.
La Cenerentola is more or less the same thing as Cinderella. Instead of the Evil Stepmother, there's the evil stepfather Don Magnifico, and the Fairy Godmother is the Prince's tutor, the Prince is named Ramiro and not Prince Charming or Prince Valium or whatever, and Cinderella's glass slipper is now a bracelet.
The Gondoliers is in English and set in a fictional European kingdom that shares its name with a real place in Trinidad and Tobago and Louisiana and a castle on Planet X and a fictional island in Don Quixote.
Die Fledermaus is le deutches for The Fluttermouse, or more simply "bat." I think that The Company is more or less the same thing a sextet. It might have a chorus if it called for that.
Sometimes I'm just so overwhelmed with the different conversations I had.
Not wanting to get lost, I followed Gabriella and Lisa, expecting to end up at Arlington. Instead, we took a walk through the Common and the Public Gardens to Park Street Station, got a brief moment of Shakespeare. And thankfully the pocket gnomes didn't steal my Charlie Card or replace it with an expired one.
Gabriella's not going to see Twelfth Night on the night I'm going to see Twelfth Night. I can't do it that night, I have a tour at an equine hospital to go to at 8:30 AM the next day. And judging by the storms, I'm not going today either.
I say "Were we supposed to return these wristbands?"
Lisa says "I think they're disposable."
I say "Boston's just so immersed in music."
Gabriella says "you can go to a concert every day here."
I say "or just sit around in Park Street station."
They have three cats, Romeo, something I forgot, and Giuseppe. All of them are black. Two of them are brother and sister (so the third cat probably has a feminine name) but not from the same litter. They had a calico named Aspen, female, of course.
I imagine sterile hybrids have no interest in sex. It makes sense to all of us, after all, that's why we neuter.
Gabriella says "the women singers looked kind of similar. Or they had a similar poise to them.h"
Lisa says "people like being painted but don't like having their picture taken." I told her about Cream. I don't think a self-proclaimed cat lady would EVER refer to a calico as a male. Unless it actually was a chimera or mosaic or cat with XXY chromosomes.
Gabriella played clarinet and something else I can't remember.
Lisa says "I don't get how men can carry everything in their pockets. I guess it's easier to pickpocket someone with a bag."
I say "Well, bags can be weaponized too."
It was only when we sat down on the train that I realized Emma's pen is blue.
Emma had a hard time taking a picture of it. So I'll try to get it to her some time this week.
St. Kitts and Nevis have monkeys, as I've said. They steal fruity alcoholic drinks, they're pretty adaptable to new situations, and they were imported from east Africa.
"now, the rats I can understand, they hitch a ride there and wreak havoc on the ecosystem" (Gabriella nods) "The mongooses came to deal with the rat problem but they're diurnal and the rats are nocturnal so they just eat the local snakes and birds instead. The cats have kittens and then escape or people let them loose and they wreak havoc on the ecosystem. Deer, they want to hunt. Monkeys, I can't explain."
"Monkeys are fun, I guess" Gabriella says. I guess the ecosystem is already gone. "Maybe they're pets."
Lisa says "I'm bad with names. I feel it's hard to have conversations with people sometimes."
I say "Wow, we're at Quincy Adams already. Good thing we get off at the last stop. Can't miss that."
Lisa says "you could find yourself back in Alewife if you fell asleep." That's true, I guess.
I knew someone who fell asleep on a train and found himself in Littleton or something. Littleton, for those of us unfamiliar with Massachusetts, is a long way from home. Well, that's what he told me. I'm not sure what he's doing but there's no way you can get from Plymouth to Littleton without taking a ride on the Red Line as well. Hm, maybe he was going away from Boston, fell asleep, and ended up in Providence. Or both.
Despite what you, I, and Sasha Prochenko know, Sasha of the Boston Lyric Opera twitter account and table is "she" and therefore not the guy who was on stilts.
burning question: why would they bring monkeys to the Caribbean islands and to Cape Verde? My guess for Cape Verde is someone went there, found no monkeys, and thought "it's Africa, there have to be monkeys!"
Fucking pocket gnomes, man. I sit down on the train to find my pen trisected. Thankfully, the ink stayed in the tube and nothing was broken. I don't know how this happened. I mean, I was rummaging through my pockets for a 10 but I still don't know how I pulled my pen apart. Only explanation: pocket gnomes. Or maybe pocket gremlins.
Her name may be Lauren, or she may have been communicating with someone named Lauren. Or both. The world may never know!
Whoever she is, she liked her picture and thinks baby raccoons and foxes and owls are adorable.
What I expected was rain and an entry called in the season of the rains, what I got was a perfect summer's afternoon. A bit premature, methinks. At least everything worked out nicely. And there was more rain in the Sea of Rains, which was on the moon.
The concert was held indoors because of the threat of storms. I got out at Arlington, walked to the Little John Hancock Building and realized "fuck me, that's Copley Square! I'm going in the wrong direction!"
I suggested that they do Carmina Burana next year to make up for the lost one this year. But if they can think of something more awesome than Carmina Burana, I'd like to hear it.
The announcer couldn't think of a place with more perfect rain locations, aside from Paris. And maybe Budapest.
If anyone's name fits them completely, it's Gabriella (like Marquez, but feminine - it's funny because I'm reading One Hundred Years Of Solitude). I don't know what I was expecting her name to be (Andromeda, perhaps, or Katerine) but Gabriella works. I thought I heard an accent in her voice but she's from Massachusetts and has been here her whole life. I was expecting her to say "Albania" or maybe "Bizaqh" or "Karzistan". In fact, I went to high school with her. I remember her (and Lisa) from earlier Landmarks concerts, since she's always wearing such outrageous clothing. Well, not "outrageous" in the way that fuzzy vests, paisley shirts, and old school 3D glasses are, but clothing that definitely makes her stand out (today, a top that looks like something Lana Kane would wear, only floral and less bulky, and, you know, a top, a skirt, a dark blue jacket, plastic hair clips, fishnet stockings, her hair tied back with a dark blue ribbon and held in a mesh bag. She had a black polkadot on white with white polkadot on black umbrella and a bag with a DVD about a prison performance of Julius Caesar in it. To put things another way, she dresses like a character from Final Fantasy VI, except her jacket had zippers on it. Modern zippers were invented in 1913, for the record)
She saw a lot of Mahler a few years back. She goes to a lot of concerts and will occasionally drag Lisa with her.
She says (about the cats on my shirt, who are against war) "Ah, those cats are nice."
i'm doing the Tina moan the entire time." and I'm struggling to remember the actual context of that. No, no, I figured it out; it's about texting and Emma livetweeting the concert and how I can't text very fast.
There were a lot of sextets, quartets. I guess they're just called quartets or whatever. I don't think there's a name for the larger set containing sextets and quartets.
Don Giovanni I explained once long ago. Basically, it's about Don Giovanni's quest to get laid. He gets dragged down to hell after refusing to repent before a statue. The end.
Overtures/Preludes are mostly instrumental, unless we're talking about Final Fantasy VI.
The others were a sextet and duet.
By Violetta's act I aria, Emma was using her fan and therefore no longer allowing me to appropriate it.
Around this time, I though "it's going to be pouring and I'm going to run outside, because I'm sweating like Roger Ebert."
It was clear and I could see the moon.
Gabriella had her own fan so I got her BLO fan.
One Hundred Years Of Solitude is on Lisa's "to read" list. It's been on mine since high school, along with Gravity's Rainbow (which I read), and Infinite Jest (which I do not have)
The word "traviata" means something like "led astray." It was shocking enough that the censors would not allow it to be shown in contemporary costuming.
The prelude to The Force of Destiny sounded like Verdi.
Emma wanted to do a collaborative picture with me.
I felt it was hard to draw and listen to the concert at the same time. I gave her Sara-esque rose and hummingbird tattoos on the shoulders, a scythe fish or something around one eye, a sunflower and five pointed stars and a crescent moon around the other. I might print out a copy and color it, give that to her.
Káťa Kabanová by Leoš Janáček was in English. Just so you know, that looks really weird in my notes file but should look fine in Livejournal.
La Cenerentola is more or less the same thing as Cinderella. Instead of the Evil Stepmother, there's the evil stepfather Don Magnifico, and the Fairy Godmother is the Prince's tutor, the Prince is named Ramiro and not Prince Charming or Prince Valium or whatever, and Cinderella's glass slipper is now a bracelet.
The Gondoliers is in English and set in a fictional European kingdom that shares its name with a real place in Trinidad and Tobago and Louisiana and a castle on Planet X and a fictional island in Don Quixote.
Die Fledermaus is le deutches for The Fluttermouse, or more simply "bat." I think that The Company is more or less the same thing a sextet. It might have a chorus if it called for that.
Sometimes I'm just so overwhelmed with the different conversations I had.
Not wanting to get lost, I followed Gabriella and Lisa, expecting to end up at Arlington. Instead, we took a walk through the Common and the Public Gardens to Park Street Station, got a brief moment of Shakespeare. And thankfully the pocket gnomes didn't steal my Charlie Card or replace it with an expired one.
Gabriella's not going to see Twelfth Night on the night I'm going to see Twelfth Night. I can't do it that night, I have a tour at an equine hospital to go to at 8:30 AM the next day. And judging by the storms, I'm not going today either.
I say "Were we supposed to return these wristbands?"
Lisa says "I think they're disposable."
I say "Boston's just so immersed in music."
Gabriella says "you can go to a concert every day here."
I say "or just sit around in Park Street station."
They have three cats, Romeo, something I forgot, and Giuseppe. All of them are black. Two of them are brother and sister (so the third cat probably has a feminine name) but not from the same litter. They had a calico named Aspen, female, of course.
I imagine sterile hybrids have no interest in sex. It makes sense to all of us, after all, that's why we neuter.
Gabriella says "the women singers looked kind of similar. Or they had a similar poise to them.h"
Lisa says "people like being painted but don't like having their picture taken." I told her about Cream. I don't think a self-proclaimed cat lady would EVER refer to a calico as a male. Unless it actually was a chimera or mosaic or cat with XXY chromosomes.
Gabriella played clarinet and something else I can't remember.
Lisa says "I don't get how men can carry everything in their pockets. I guess it's easier to pickpocket someone with a bag."
I say "Well, bags can be weaponized too."
It was only when we sat down on the train that I realized Emma's pen is blue.
Emma had a hard time taking a picture of it. So I'll try to get it to her some time this week.
St. Kitts and Nevis have monkeys, as I've said. They steal fruity alcoholic drinks, they're pretty adaptable to new situations, and they were imported from east Africa.
"now, the rats I can understand, they hitch a ride there and wreak havoc on the ecosystem" (Gabriella nods) "The mongooses came to deal with the rat problem but they're diurnal and the rats are nocturnal so they just eat the local snakes and birds instead. The cats have kittens and then escape or people let them loose and they wreak havoc on the ecosystem. Deer, they want to hunt. Monkeys, I can't explain."
"Monkeys are fun, I guess" Gabriella says. I guess the ecosystem is already gone. "Maybe they're pets."
Lisa says "I'm bad with names. I feel it's hard to have conversations with people sometimes."
I say "Wow, we're at Quincy Adams already. Good thing we get off at the last stop. Can't miss that."
Lisa says "you could find yourself back in Alewife if you fell asleep." That's true, I guess.
I knew someone who fell asleep on a train and found himself in Littleton or something. Littleton, for those of us unfamiliar with Massachusetts, is a long way from home. Well, that's what he told me. I'm not sure what he's doing but there's no way you can get from Plymouth to Littleton without taking a ride on the Red Line as well. Hm, maybe he was going away from Boston, fell asleep, and ended up in Providence. Or both.
Despite what you, I, and Sasha Prochenko know, Sasha of the Boston Lyric Opera twitter account and table is "she" and therefore not the guy who was on stilts.
burning question: why would they bring monkeys to the Caribbean islands and to Cape Verde? My guess for Cape Verde is someone went there, found no monkeys, and thought "it's Africa, there have to be monkeys!"
