According to Blogger, my computer is now located in Cathedral City. The change occured on November 13th. Where was I? or should I be asking, where AM I? The room looks the same...
Kathryn, do NOT be jealous of me going to the opera. It was weird. They were wearing these bulky animal costumes and clonking boots which might have been okay except that their footsteps drowned out the sound of the orchestra (Oh look! A band!). The plot was supposed to be about the circle of life or something deep, but it really seemed to be more about animals getting it on. It was an opera, though, so plot really shouldn't matter as long as the music is good. It wasn't. I mean, it wasn't BAD - but most of the singing was monotonous, the orchestration was unremarkable, and I hope to heaven no one from the production reads this. It would be so disheartening! They were all skillful - I just wasn't interested in the piece itself. But then, I have only ever seen very classical sorts of pieces. The Marriage of Figaro. Samson and Delilah. And I was listening to Puccini before leaving the house! What do you do? But then again, I was distracted by my seating companion. Five so
It's because the earth is turning on it's axis so the house keeps moving to new locations as we turn. Haha.
ReplyDeleteI don't know where you are, but I'm in this really cool scary dark place with lamp posts and mirrors.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I'm writing a speech on Charles Williams' views on spirituality and the Tarot.
Reminds me of good good times.
I think you might be right, Babs. I've often felt the earth slightly moving beneath my feet and thought it must be vertigo, earthquake, or nearby rumbly vacuum cleaner. But now all is clear.
ReplyDeleteAs for you, Wonderwoman: I. am. jealous. (almost) Though kind of happy not to have any papers to write, even though I'm still brainstorming PhD topics. (In my head, that was not 'p-h-d' but 'phud'. I'd like to maintain the distinction.
And now for a real blog post...