prelude to the tragedy
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yamamanamaOne woman had pink hair (or more likely a pink wig) with a black headband and a leather jacket and a choker with a dark green stone hanging from it and a tattoo of a crescent moon on her wrist. The tattoo is part of her and not part of her costume. One woman had a pink and gold outfit. I don’t know if that helps or if anyone’s reading it. I assume that Deku isn’t her real name but then again, later on, I met a guy with Chris on his nametag. Maybe she's Albanian.
"Deku" told me that it always takes place on Easter weekend.
There was a medical emergency so we had to get off, wait twenty minutes for a shuttle bus, wait at least five minutes for the bus to finally get going, go through the most roundabout paths possible (you’d think this would discourage drivers. It doesn’t. And fuck Uber. They were probably glutting up the roads), and get back on a train at Park Street. I asked Steven, who has mesopelagic blue hair, if he knew anything about a medical emergency and he said no. So they must’ve cleared it up pretty quickly. Ashley got on at Kendall or Central or something so there was little point in asking her. Ashley has pink hair and a pendant with a scarab and a pendant with a vague and iridescent eye of Horus and some bright stones hanging from various bracelets and leather strips, a pierced septum and the side of the nose both with pastel rings. She has a Grateful Dead t-shirt and I must admit I found them underwhelming because I started psychedelia with Ozric Tentacles and Acid Mothers Temple. She has Harley Quinn themed pants and I think that the Joker’s eulogy for Batman is the best thing Mark Hamill has ever done. She has hand tattoos and a tattoo of the Brave Little Toaster. She does graphic design. She's red-hot in quantum mechanics, submolecular biology, and TV theme songs.
Somebody on the bus showed me a drawing he made of the human muscular structure. He said the symmetry made it easy.
This guy was busking at Harvard Station and he had a Afghan Hound marionette dancing to his music and a bunch of plush dogs including a pug on his shirt. I want to say he was Ramblin’ Dan.
Orinoco is a Venezuelan restaurant. It's also a river in Venezuela that drains into the Caribbean and has two types of crocodile and four types of caiman.
I had a pollo (chicken, not rice pilaf) pepito, a sandwich of grilled marinated chicken, onions, red pepper, salsa rosa (which is apparently another name for cocktail sauce… okay…), and mixed greens, on French bread. Despite sandwiches, the French Empire never included Venezuela.
Christoph Willibald Gluck's Paride ed Elena takes place right after Paris judged the three goddesses and received Aphrodite's gift of the love of the most beautiful woman in the world and heads to Sparta to meet Helen. Helen is engaged to Menelaus, King of Sparta.
Act I: Paris arrives at Sparta and meets Erasto, Helen's attendant, who is actually Eros in disguise. Paris lies and says that he only came to see if Helen is really as beautiful as they say she is.
Act II: Helen meets Paris.
Act III: Paris judges a contest in which the youth of Sparta show their physical prowess and beauty. Paris sings for Helen but she is instead offended.
Act IV: Paris writes to Helen, telling her to leave the poor fields of Sparta and come with her to Troy but she's even more offended. Paris asks Helen to kill him. Helen confesses she fell in love.
Act V: Eros says that Paris has left, Helen succumbs to her feelings and Paris shows up. A sudden thunderstorm and Athena shows up, rather angry that she wasn't the winner, and tells them that their affair will bring great death and destruction. Helen and Paris don't care; they're in love. They head off to Troy.
I think the real moral here is that neither Paris nor Helen had much control of themselves and the gods are capricious assholes.
Gluck wrote the role for a castrato. The last castrato role was written by Meyerbeer, written around the time of Beethoven's 9th Symphony. There is a recording of the last castrato singer, who was possibly castrated as a fix for a hernia because this is long after castrati fell out of fashion. The woman talking about this said that many castrati died from opium overdoses or poor hygenic conditions or bleeding out.
People smoked in hospitals in the 1960s. Oops, got some ash into your open wound.
They had a video playing during the overture that looked like a trashy FOX reality show circa 2001. From the people who brought you Touch The Stove and Guess The Animal Poop (by eating it) and Win Five Dollars: The Trojans.
Someone on the Mr. Cranky site came up with some ideas for reality shows. One involved locking 20 people in a supermarket until only one was alive. For reasons that aren't immediately apparent, there's little point in looking for it in the Internet Archive. Well, okay, I could probably do it. I just don't want to right now.
It can't be as vile as The Swan or Opposite Worlds.
Speaking of Troy, this is fricking great. He's stronger than grease. Except Ajax was Greek. Dunno if onegallonzine is the cosplayer or just the photographer.
I’m not sure if if Maeve spells her name like that or like Méabh.
A woman got a poster with various characters from Howl's Moving Castle.
I asked her if there’s a good live action anime adaptation. She says “no.” She says that every Disney animated movie and every animated film from Japan have those moments that make you cry.
burning question: why is measles still a thing?
"Deku" told me that it always takes place on Easter weekend.
There was a medical emergency so we had to get off, wait twenty minutes for a shuttle bus, wait at least five minutes for the bus to finally get going, go through the most roundabout paths possible (you’d think this would discourage drivers. It doesn’t. And fuck Uber. They were probably glutting up the roads), and get back on a train at Park Street. I asked Steven, who has mesopelagic blue hair, if he knew anything about a medical emergency and he said no. So they must’ve cleared it up pretty quickly. Ashley got on at Kendall or Central or something so there was little point in asking her. Ashley has pink hair and a pendant with a scarab and a pendant with a vague and iridescent eye of Horus and some bright stones hanging from various bracelets and leather strips, a pierced septum and the side of the nose both with pastel rings. She has a Grateful Dead t-shirt and I must admit I found them underwhelming because I started psychedelia with Ozric Tentacles and Acid Mothers Temple. She has Harley Quinn themed pants and I think that the Joker’s eulogy for Batman is the best thing Mark Hamill has ever done. She has hand tattoos and a tattoo of the Brave Little Toaster. She does graphic design. She's red-hot in quantum mechanics, submolecular biology, and TV theme songs.
Somebody on the bus showed me a drawing he made of the human muscular structure. He said the symmetry made it easy.
This guy was busking at Harvard Station and he had a Afghan Hound marionette dancing to his music and a bunch of plush dogs including a pug on his shirt. I want to say he was Ramblin’ Dan.
Orinoco is a Venezuelan restaurant. It's also a river in Venezuela that drains into the Caribbean and has two types of crocodile and four types of caiman.
I had a pollo (chicken, not rice pilaf) pepito, a sandwich of grilled marinated chicken, onions, red pepper, salsa rosa (which is apparently another name for cocktail sauce… okay…), and mixed greens, on French bread. Despite sandwiches, the French Empire never included Venezuela.
Christoph Willibald Gluck's Paride ed Elena takes place right after Paris judged the three goddesses and received Aphrodite's gift of the love of the most beautiful woman in the world and heads to Sparta to meet Helen. Helen is engaged to Menelaus, King of Sparta.
Act I: Paris arrives at Sparta and meets Erasto, Helen's attendant, who is actually Eros in disguise. Paris lies and says that he only came to see if Helen is really as beautiful as they say she is.
Act II: Helen meets Paris.
Act III: Paris judges a contest in which the youth of Sparta show their physical prowess and beauty. Paris sings for Helen but she is instead offended.
Act IV: Paris writes to Helen, telling her to leave the poor fields of Sparta and come with her to Troy but she's even more offended. Paris asks Helen to kill him. Helen confesses she fell in love.
Act V: Eros says that Paris has left, Helen succumbs to her feelings and Paris shows up. A sudden thunderstorm and Athena shows up, rather angry that she wasn't the winner, and tells them that their affair will bring great death and destruction. Helen and Paris don't care; they're in love. They head off to Troy.
I think the real moral here is that neither Paris nor Helen had much control of themselves and the gods are capricious assholes.
Gluck wrote the role for a castrato. The last castrato role was written by Meyerbeer, written around the time of Beethoven's 9th Symphony. There is a recording of the last castrato singer, who was possibly castrated as a fix for a hernia because this is long after castrati fell out of fashion. The woman talking about this said that many castrati died from opium overdoses or poor hygenic conditions or bleeding out.
People smoked in hospitals in the 1960s. Oops, got some ash into your open wound.
They had a video playing during the overture that looked like a trashy FOX reality show circa 2001. From the people who brought you Touch The Stove and Guess The Animal Poop (by eating it) and Win Five Dollars: The Trojans.
Someone on the Mr. Cranky site came up with some ideas for reality shows. One involved locking 20 people in a supermarket until only one was alive. For reasons that aren't immediately apparent, there's little point in looking for it in the Internet Archive. Well, okay, I could probably do it. I just don't want to right now.
It can't be as vile as The Swan or Opposite Worlds.
Speaking of Troy, this is fricking great. He's stronger than grease. Except Ajax was Greek. Dunno if onegallonzine is the cosplayer or just the photographer.
I’m not sure if if Maeve spells her name like that or like Méabh.
A woman got a poster with various characters from Howl's Moving Castle.
I asked her if there’s a good live action anime adaptation. She says “no.” She says that every Disney animated movie and every animated film from Japan have those moments that make you cry.
burning question: why is measles still a thing?
