a walk amongst the raindrops
May. 20th, 2018 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI don't consider a bus to be express if they get on the highway to get to North Quincy via Milton and we're only moving at 5 mph. On the way home, we went via Quincy and the bus driver told us that he likes shiny things, so make sure to take your things with you or else you'll never see them again.
I’m not sure if the fact that Pauli’s serves Pepsi is due to a paradox effect or if it was always like that. They don't have public restrooms now and I'm blaming opiates. On the bright side, I think Starbucks now has public restrooms.
The skating rink was decorated to look like a fifties nightclub. It was pretty immersive if you ignored the ceiling and the fact that the bamboo chairs were in fact made of plastic, but maybe the latter was just part of the 50s kitsch, and the fact that when all the lamps and chandeliers were off, the rink was lit by gray outside light. The people near me were discussing an Otto Dix exhibit one of them saw many years ago. The woman at the table had magenta hair with dark roots and she said she was naturally blonde.
Trouble in Tahiti is interestingly not actually set in Tahiti, it’s set in an unnamed suburb an hour’s train ride away from an unnamed city, in a little white house. Sam and Dinah’s marriage is in a rut. Sam works in an office and Dinah describes her dream about being lost in overgrown and blighted gardens and voices calling out to her. They run into each other around lunchtime but make up excuses to get away from each other. There’s a movie that Dinah sees called Trouble in Tahiti and she hates how cheesy and contrived and absurd it was but finds herself absorbed by it anyway. Meanwhile, Sam becomes the handball champion of his office, if not the universe. At the end, Sam and Dinah have trouble communicating and are frustrated by this and decide to go see that new movie together. A jazz trio sang about how great suburban living was, and when they weren't singing, they were miming. Two members gave a talk afterwards and one of them saw them as the antagonist, not in a Scarpia way, but they were pressuring Sam and Dinah to give in and conform to the brave new world of suburbia, while the other saw them as a Greek chorus who were pushing Sam and Dinah back together. There was a interlude by the trio, in which posters were displayed on the screen, starting with advertisements for cigarettes and vacuum cleaners and ending with nuclear apocalypse.
There’s an actual sequel called A Quiet Place, in which Dinah is killed in a car accident, and they reflect on her life and it integrates a lot of Trouble in Tahiti.
Suburbia is not a place where Bernstein fit in, with his sexuality and with his left-wing politics.
It was written in 1952, when young veterans were moving out to planned suburbs like Levittown and the FBI was monitoring Bernstein.
Arias and Barcarolles (a barcarolle is a gondolier’s song) was composed in 1988, a few years before Bernstein died. Oif Mayn Khas’neh is in Yiddish. I knew it wasn’t Hebrew because it sounded a lot like German. Specifically, it sounds like German with that throaty kh sound.
burning question: at this point, can we just start treating rabid misogyny as extremism?
I’m not sure if the fact that Pauli’s serves Pepsi is due to a paradox effect or if it was always like that. They don't have public restrooms now and I'm blaming opiates. On the bright side, I think Starbucks now has public restrooms.
The skating rink was decorated to look like a fifties nightclub. It was pretty immersive if you ignored the ceiling and the fact that the bamboo chairs were in fact made of plastic, but maybe the latter was just part of the 50s kitsch, and the fact that when all the lamps and chandeliers were off, the rink was lit by gray outside light. The people near me were discussing an Otto Dix exhibit one of them saw many years ago. The woman at the table had magenta hair with dark roots and she said she was naturally blonde.
Trouble in Tahiti is interestingly not actually set in Tahiti, it’s set in an unnamed suburb an hour’s train ride away from an unnamed city, in a little white house. Sam and Dinah’s marriage is in a rut. Sam works in an office and Dinah describes her dream about being lost in overgrown and blighted gardens and voices calling out to her. They run into each other around lunchtime but make up excuses to get away from each other. There’s a movie that Dinah sees called Trouble in Tahiti and she hates how cheesy and contrived and absurd it was but finds herself absorbed by it anyway. Meanwhile, Sam becomes the handball champion of his office, if not the universe. At the end, Sam and Dinah have trouble communicating and are frustrated by this and decide to go see that new movie together. A jazz trio sang about how great suburban living was, and when they weren't singing, they were miming. Two members gave a talk afterwards and one of them saw them as the antagonist, not in a Scarpia way, but they were pressuring Sam and Dinah to give in and conform to the brave new world of suburbia, while the other saw them as a Greek chorus who were pushing Sam and Dinah back together. There was a interlude by the trio, in which posters were displayed on the screen, starting with advertisements for cigarettes and vacuum cleaners and ending with nuclear apocalypse.
There’s an actual sequel called A Quiet Place, in which Dinah is killed in a car accident, and they reflect on her life and it integrates a lot of Trouble in Tahiti.
Suburbia is not a place where Bernstein fit in, with his sexuality and with his left-wing politics.
It was written in 1952, when young veterans were moving out to planned suburbs like Levittown and the FBI was monitoring Bernstein.
Arias and Barcarolles (a barcarolle is a gondolier’s song) was composed in 1988, a few years before Bernstein died. Oif Mayn Khas’neh is in Yiddish. I knew it wasn’t Hebrew because it sounded a lot like German. Specifically, it sounds like German with that throaty kh sound.
burning question: at this point, can we just start treating rabid misogyny as extremism?
