Monday, December 31, 2007

pretty much the perfect day...



Have a little hotness for the last post of 2007...

Well, I finally saw "P.S. I Love You" yesterday - the early show for 5 dolla. There were only 5 of us in the theater. The bad news: Gerry dies after the first goddamn scene. The good news: we see him again, in flashbacks (sometimes with a guitar and a few times without a shirt. Lovely). The movie is based on a book of the same name, but only very loosely. They take the setting out of Ireland and bring it to New York, so everyone is now American rather than Irish (except for Gerry, who covers his own gorgeous accent with an Irish one) and they added a few details that were not in the book at all - they got rid of most of Holly's family (they got rid of three brothers and her father! In the movie, her father walked out on she, her mother and sister, played by Nellie McKay... So in addition to having grieving widow issues, she also has daddy issues... huh???)they inexplicably gave her a career in fashion (in the book, she decides to go into marketing. Apparently this is not sexy enough for film, so they make her design shoes instead. Huh??) AND they make her have a fling with her dead husband's best friend (Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who they made Irish and gave an accent. Huh??). It doesn't usually bother me if movies deviate a lot from the book they are based on, because a few departures are inevitable. But it was just so weird... At least I had me some Gerry to watch...

When I got home I popped in the DVD of "Dear Frankie" with our friend Gerry AND his delicious Scottish accent. He only appears in the second half of this movie, but I watched the whole thing, because it's a really cute little movie. But Gerry, WTF is with these movies where you're dead, covered by a mask (as in POTO) or not appearing in the whole movie??

Went over to Heidi's to have our belated Christmas gift exchange - but really, it's never too late for presents, is it?? I got a BEAUTIFUL soft furry robe from my friends, AND a gift cert for some spa treatments. We were going to attend a "Close to My Heart" party, but didn't get the details, so we ended up staying in, playing Phase 10 and watching "300" (another Gerry movie!) thus completing my day with another dose of hotness. I mean, really? If I had him around, I certainly wouldn't be sending him out of the house to any fruit shop, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. This is actually the second best way to watch 300* because I didn't have to pay a lot of attention to what was going on (fight, fight, fight "THIS. IS. SPARTA!" ripple ripple ripple, fight fight, "Tomorrow we dine in hell!" Rain of arrows, etc.) the girls told me when to pay attention. The rest of the time I could focus on (losing) Phase 10...



* The first best, of course, would be to watch it on IMAX. Just think about that for a while.

Friday, December 28, 2007

a midnight wish to share with you...




A little Patti for this (snowy!) Friday morning. If I don't get to posting again, Happy 2008!

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Thursday...

A few random things from this post-holiday Thursday...

1. The hallway smells like bacon. WTF?
2. I just cleaned my desk with something called "Whistle" and some napkins. Much better.
3. The drawer of hidden delights is teeming with random crap (a full - revised! - inventory on the way) since the way I *usually* clean my desk is to chuck everything into the drawer. Instant cleanliness, but not as fresh smelling.
4. In under 20 days, I will see Renée in La Traviata! Can it really be that I haven't seen her since last February in Eugene Onegin? I've spent all my ticket money on Patti instead...
5. Speaking of tickets, there's so much stuff I want tickets for (hellooo? Gypsy! But also Avenue Q, Sweeney Todd and Drowsy Chaperone with Broadway in Chicago) I have my little holiday bonus burning a hole in my pocket, I'm telling ya, but nothing is on sale yet. Boo.
6. Is it 5:00 yet?

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Happy Day After Christmas!

Is it just me or does it not really feel like the holiday season? Even as I was sitting next to the Christmas tree yesterday, watching "A Christmas Carol" with my family, and eating a lot of food, it didn't feel like Christmas. It used to be that I would happily count down the days, open my chocolate advent calendar, wonder if I'd been nice enough, ponder how exactly Santa got into our house when our chimney led into a tiny fireplace downstairs...* I guess there was more anticipation then. I don't really know what it is - maybe it's because the weather's been so mild lately? Maybe because Christmas was on a Tuesday? Maybe because I don't know any kids? Maybe because I feel like it sneaked up on me? MAYBE I'm just really old now. Who knows?

But it was a nice weekend, overall, even if it didn't feel like a holiday weekend. Was at the Nutcracker twice (no, not watching it, working at it!) and will be there three times more before the week is out, did some last minute Christmas shopping, visited family friends on Christmas Eve (ah! finally some kids! My dad's friend has three lovely granddaughters (the oldest of whom is 7) and I was playing with them. One got a little nintendo thing that had games and a "nintendog" - OMG, how cute was that thing? I am sorry to say, a seven year old schooled my ass in those games. I am just hopeless at them. Then we played go fish and that was much more my speed. We also played a game of war with fish cards (no numbers) - don't ask me how we were doing that, but I think I won. I ate way too much - turkey AND ham, taters, corn, and many many sweets - cookies, cake etc etc etc.

Yesterday we were at grandmother's house with the family. We watched "A Christmas Carol" and added our own hillarious dialogue (tee hee) and also later watched "A Christmas Story" and The 3 Tenors Christmas special (the tenors rock out to such holiday gems as "I'll be Home For Christmas" "White Christmas" "Jingle Bells" "Feliz Navidad" and, my favorite - "Happy Christmas/War is Over" - Seriously.) Ate more food.

Now I'm back here at work - no day after Christmas shopping for me, drat.



* I was a weird kid. Because it obviously didn't make any sense that Santa would come down our chimney, my parents told me that he just came through the front door. Then I was worried that if we left the door open, we'd be burgled, and I think my parents eventually just told me Santa had a key. Or that he was magical and could walk through walls. I don't remember. It didn't matter anyway, because when I was in first or second grade, Kathy Litwin told me Santa didn't really exist and then the jig was up.**

** I was really mad at her for a while too, and was in huge amounts of denial. But I'm okay now. Really.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Attending the Tale...


Last night I went straight to the theater from the train station to see this movie. Mother Nature even gave me ambience in the form of a cold, dark, drizzly evening. None of my friends were able to come to the movie with me, but that's okay because I had the entire Niles North theater department for company. I ran into them at Johnny Rocket's where I had dinner and then they joined me for the show. Our theater was not full, so I could curl up in my seat and not have to worry about any people taller than me (that is to say, just about everybody) with their gigantic melons blocking my view. Our previews featured "Fool's Gold" (they got the Fool part right. Kate Hudson and Matthew McHowever-you-spell-it-hey? treasure? Um. No) and "Mamma Mia!" where the NN theater department contingent burst into applause. But what the hell. Colin Firth is in it, so I think we will be adding it to my list of things to see...
On to the main attraction. Overall, I liked it. I mean, gosh - is there anything Johnny Depp can't do? He's so versatile that when you watch him on screen, you don't see Johnny Depp playing a role, you see Jack Sparrow, you see Sweeney Todd, you see Willy Wonka. He was a great, spooky Sweeney. We also had a little House of Slytherin reunion happening on screen - with several of the leads also having appeared together in the last Harry Potter movie - Helena Bonham Carter (whom I really liked as Mrs. Lovett), Alan Rickman (I think they could have made the Judge even creepier. Come on people, the man does creepy really well, and frankly, I think he was a little under utilized here) and Timothy Spall (wormtail from the HP movies - he was the Beadle. I looked at him and Snape - I mean Judge Turpin and could only think "Wormtail! Walk home with me, for I have news..."). I'm not a huge Sacha Baron Cohen fan, but I think he did really well as Pirelli. And, oh, I loved Ed Sanders as Toby. I could eat him up, I really could... Weak links were Antony and Johanna FOR SURE. Antony looked kind of like a girl - not the strapping young sailor I would have imagined. There were cuts made (haha) and it seemed like they took all the funny stuff out (or most of it, although I did laugh a few times. I was the only one though...) And it was grisly. All that blood! Oh, well.
I will definitely be seeing it again.
Next up though, will be the (hideous looking) PS I Love You - which features my boyfriend* Gerry Butler. He does die at some point in the film, sadly enough for Hilary Swank's character and the rest of us, because after that we get to see how she finds love again (or something) with the help of her spunky girlfriends. Ah, Gerry, the things I do for you... Phantom of the Opera springs instantly to mind...
* I wish... but whatever. Let a girl have her (hot, Scottish) dreams, okay?

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

More thoughts on Doctor Atomic

As I said in an earlier post, I wasn't quite sure what to expect going in to Doctor Atomic on Monday. It had gotten some really good reviews (which means nothing. I mean, the reviewers in the Trib and Sun Times both loved Frau, which, I may have mentioned, was a major suckfest). But I was intrigued by the reviews and so went in looking forward to the evening.

We happened into a pre-performance lecture and later learned that the enthusiastic, articulate gentleman speaking was Peter Sellars (the director and librettist for Doctor Atomic. I also quoted his speech to the American Symphony Orchestra League in my now completed thesis project.) I think a post-performance lecture might have been better(although it would have been at 11:30 at night! Past my bedtime!) because I was listening to him, but, not knowing the piece, didn't really connect a lot of what he said to the opera. It was more like "What? They read Baudelaire? Or What? There's a corn dance?" There were a few "Aha!" moments though, so I guess I picked up a few things.

Lights went down and my friend Jack made usual "Ladies and Gentlemen, please be sure to silence your cell phones and pagers. Thank you!" speech and we waited in the darkness for the entrance of the conductor (Robert Spano, who I also mentioned in my thesis. Ahhh, synergy!) but the music just started. We sat up in our collective seats. This - frantic, layered, electronic music - was not what we were expecting. This was something completely different.

The story of Doctor Atomic, what was depicted on stage, was not a textbook rendering of the building of the atomic bomb. So while I had thought the opera would have contained arias like "Oppenheimer's Lament: I am split like the atom" (for example) and "How do you solve a problem like cold fusion" would, alas, have not been included. Rather it was an attempt to put a human face on those scientists working on the project. As Peter Sellars explained in the lecture (see? An "Aha!" moment!) while the audience knew the outcome of the story, that the test of the bomb at Los Alamos, had been successful and the US went on to use these very first WMDs to end WWII, the characters on stage (and of course, at the time) didn't know what would happen. The opera was successful in pulling the audience in to their world of uncertainty. They didn't know that this thing they called "the gadget" (that loomed like a malevolent creepy christmas ornament above the stage) could do. They were taking bets on whether or not the thing would cause a chain reaction and burn through the earth's crust. They didn't know if the fallout from the bomb would travel and kill them all. We saw Robert Oppenheimer (the excellent Gerald Finley), Dr. Atomic himself, create this weapon, which, let's admit, is a very cool bit of science put out to do horrible things, calmly discuss potential targets that would cause the biggest psychological impact, and thus cause Japan to surrender - and then go home to his wife and kids. The images of death and destruction were balanced by images of life and the future generation (Oppenheimer's children), and the story happening concurrently - Kitty Oppenheimer, hundreds of miles away from the test site, waiting at home.

One of the interesting things about the piece is the source material. The libretto was not "written" but compiled from a number of different sources - declassified documents from the Manhattan Project, other government documents, notes and papers from Oppenheimer, and poetry. The real Oppenheimer read Baudelaire, and a few of his and Kitty's arias were drawn from stanzas of his poetry. Because we don't know much of Kitty Oppenheimer and what she thought, said or felt, a lot of her arias are taken from poetry by Muriel Rukeyser. At times, this made her seem a little detached from the rest of the action (especially in Act 2, which kind of dragged), but Jessica Alvarez sang gorgeously and had some real vocal fireworks.

The ending was powerful. I won't spoil it here. But I was on the edge of my seat the whole time - commpletely immersed in the action. The orchestra was really working in those final moments too - I leaned forward as much as I dared, lest I trouble the ladies behind me - to watch the conductor. The characters didn't know what was going to happen - they couldn't even really tell when the bomb was going to be detonated - and in those final moments, we didn't know what was going to happen either, what musical surprises John Adams had in store for us.

Did I mention Gerald Finley? He was magnificent as Oppenheimer. His Act I closing aria, based on a poem by John Donne (the poem that led him to name the test site "Trinity") was amazing.

The end of the opera brought mostly stunned applause. Peter Sellars and John Adams both joined the cast on stage and yes, we gave them standing ovations, much to the consternation of the blue haired biddys behind me (get OVER it already!).

So. This isn't necessarily an opera where I will be running out to buy the cd and listening to it constantly. Musically, it's interesting, striking, evocative. It mirrors the action on stage, it reflects the emotions and the mood of the action. It's not one where you'll leave the theater humming - but you'll leave it thinking... and for an opera geek and history geek like me, it's a perfect evening.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Oppenheimer's Lament: I am split like the atom...

Quote of yesterday -
My mom to her co-workers: I'm going to see Dr. Atomic.
Co-Worker: Really? Is that an oncologist?
Mom: No - it's an opera!

Dr. Atomic was just, I don't know, WOW. I will write more about it later. But I just had to say, if you're in Chicago and have a chance to see this, do it. Lyric, my faith is more than restored in you.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Quote Challenge

I don't know if Bob was challenging me, either, but I can't resist doing these....

10 Quotes that stick in mind...


1. "Dear Lord: well, here we are again..." My grandmother, running out of ideas for saying grace a few Thankgsivings ago.

2. "Now I'm gonna stand up for everybody! The conductor, the ushers... everybody's gonna get a standing O!" My mom, after being yelled at by the old biddys behind us at the oepra for giving Elaine Alvarez a standing ovation at La Boheme (apparently we were blocking their view).

3. Some explanation is needed first - last Thanksgiving, when I was working in Evanston, our Regional Manager was unceremoniously (and unexpectedly) let go. There one day, gone the next. We were all upset about it, and our CEO came around to each person to see how we were doing, and presumably rally us behind his leadership. He asked how I was doing, and I said I was surprised. Rather than say anything comforting or helpful, in any way, what he said was, "Yeah, well. Life goes on!"

4. "That girl was brought up right!" the partner of the aforementioned Regional Manager, after I'd given them both some chocolates and a card as a thank you for their Domingo tickets.

5. "Don't be alarmed..." At our building in Evanston, we'd always get a warning when the window washers were coming, so that we wouldn't be "alarmed" when we saw them dropping out of the sky to clean our windows. I still email Karen when I see window washers, telling her how "alarmed" I am.

6. "No stress, guys, only love." This guy Dom, from my undergraduate education classes, before we had to present a group project. He was always saying stuff like that, and I thought he was just a very zen kind of guy. Then I learned that he just smoked a lot of pot.

7. "Why don't you do me a favor and come backstage afterwards, so we can talk about it?" Renee Fleming, to me, the first time I met her. We'd asked her what we should look out for in Alcina, and she invited us backstage. You're the best, Renee. The. Best.

8. "Did you see me smiling at you?" Another one from Renee Fleming. In Baltimore a few years ago, we were in the 4th row, and she saw us and smiled. Backstage, she asked if we'd seen her seeing us. Of course we had, and we were thrilled!

9. "I'm gonna sign by the beer." Mano Felciano at the Sweeney Todd stage door, signing my explosion book. The whole cast had nice things to say to me about the book I'd made (Alex Gemignani even stopped, mid-cell phone conversation to sign it for me). Mano (and I think Alex) signed by the little beer bottle stickers I'd added to the book (because you know, it's all so clear, that everybody goes down well with beer....) Patti also said nice things to me about the book, but I was in such a dither about meeting her, I forgot the exact words. I do remember though, she asked me what I was going to do with the signed item...

10. "Remember the 6 p's of ping pong! Ping, pong, ping, pong, ping. And sometimes pong." My friends on the Rock Boat. Those were the days, listening to rock 'n' roll and playing drunken ping pong.

Was that abrupt?

I think the end of the previous post about Mahagonny was a bit abrupt... this is because our Christmas tree fell over! After I spent all morning giving the front room a good cleaning and doing the decorating, and then after spending all afternoon trimming the tree, it went glingleglingleglingle woosh! And down it went.

So anyway. Watch Mahagonny tonight and enjoy!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

An Operatic Monday

If I wasn't seeing Dr. Atomic tomorrow night, I would certainly be tuning into my local PBS affiliate who will be broadcasting 'The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny.' For once, channel 11 is getting with the program (ha!) and showing this when the rest of the country is getting it. Naturally, I won't be home to see it, but will be getting the DVD so it is all good.

But I have to warn you, Chicagoans. The Chicago Tribune's TV week has this to say about Mahagonny:
"Mahagonny, Mahagonny, that toddlin' town... An opera for people who think they don't like the genre, Kurt Weil and Bertolt Brecht's Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny is a satrirical tale of a town that was built for pleasure, but not immune to pain..." And goes on to list the stars as Audra McDonald, Patti LuPone, John Doyle and Anthony Dean Griffey.

First of all - John Doyle's not IN it, ya morons!
And second of all "An opera for people who think they don't like the genre?" Really? I have news for you, TV Week writers - if someone doesn't like the genre of opera, watching this ain't gonna turn no converts. I DO like the genre a whole bunch. I sat through R&FoftCoM live three times (once in Chicago with that god awful production with Malfitano and the polar bear, and twice in LA for this Patti/Audra/John Doyle/Anthony Dean Griffey production). And I liked this production better than the Chicago one, which I didn't understand at all. I still didn't really understand it, but at least I had Patti to watch (seriously. I missed an entire scene the first night because I was watching Patti downstage).

Mahagonny was the second opera I'd ever seen at Lyric - I saw it right after Mourning Becomes Electra (another one presented in English). That production at Lyric was such a disaster, I think I would have cried if that had been my introduction to opera.

It's very dense material (I think I read somewhere that Patti said that the material was hard to understand...) although there are one or two great tunes in it... "Moon of Alabama" which is stuck in my head right now!

Friday, December 14, 2007

Doctor Atomic

Monday I will be seeing Doctor Atomic at Lyric Opera. I am not the biggest fan of modern operas and initially, this seems like an odd combination - when opera meets... nuclear physics? It's hard to imagine a scientist (any scientist, actually, but Dr. Oppenheimer in particular) bursting into song about cold fusion (or whatever. I never took physics). What would it be? "Howwwwww doooo yoooouuu split an atooommmmmm???" And then, of course, a chorus singing "Boom, boom, boom - KABOOM!" (GOOONNNNGGGG!)

But the more I think about it, the more it seems like the creation of the atomic bomb is perfectly operatic, chock full of drama, internal struggles and ethical dilemmas. Plus, it sounds like there will be a GREAT opportunity for a gong solo somewhere. (I've always wanted to be a gongist.)

Lyric describes the piece thusly:
The Bomb. It changed our lives and our world forever. Hard to fathom a bigger — or more personal — subject.

Director Peter Sellars takes us to Los Alamos, New Mexico. It's 1945. Scientists are working on a top-secret project for the U.S. government: development of the A–Bomb. We're there for the frenzied three weeks before the blast, and we're there for the final countdown. We watch real people grapple with monumental moral and ethical dilemmas. Could "the gadget" ignite the world's atmosphere?

At the helm, the mercurial Robert Oppenheimer; plus a take-no-prisoners general and scientists — some hawks, some doves — racing for a "successful" conclusion — and unleashing the unfathomable.


I will keep you all posted...

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Result!

I am completely beyond pleased to report that the Masterwork was successfully defended yesterday.

Although I wandered around the week before, and the weekend, and Monday, going 'oh no, I'm not nervous! I'm SO ready! I know this stuff! I could talk it in my sleep' etc. by Tuesday at noon I was a complete wreck. There was theater work to be done (tech rehearsal) so I went over there, because there was no way I could sit at my desk and be productive. From the theater I went to Columbia (forced myself not to be too ridiculously early) and off we went. My advisor brought me donuts and the committee signed off on my form before I'd even said a word, so that was a good sign that they weren't going to go, "What are you, kidding me? You think THIS should get a degree?" And they didn't!

I seem to have this complex that makes me think I am not memorable and have no talents to speak of - this is apparently not true! They told me mine was the best written thesis they'd seen in a long time - clear, well written, with a good flow... I know I'm not a moron, but it's always nice to hear nice things - especially about my writing! They asked some questions, but not too many, congratulated me, and voila - Done! My advisor even offered me a spot teaching marketing or applied marketing (my topic concerned audience development for symphony orchestras and studied marketing and branding issues) AND he said I should try to get the thing published. WOWZA.

At any rate, today's the Big Opening Night and Family Dinner for our holiday program and there is much to be done. If you don't hear from me for a while, please make sure I haven't been abducted by the Snow Queen and taken off to Sugar Plum land.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

wish me luck!

Today at 3:00 central time, I am strapping on my skates and heading down to Columbia to Defend the Masterwork.

Please send your positive brainwaves my way, say a novena, light a candle, whatever, that I a) don't fall down (even though I am planning to take a cab!) and b) that I don't forget what I'm talking about and start gibbering talkish while I am before the committee. My advisor was really kind of vague on what happens in an oral presentation such as this. "It's a rite of passage," he said. I could do a power point or not, then they'll ask questions just about the work, there won't be a sudden pop quiz on all the stuff I learned but have now forgotten. Then it'll be done, and I'll be an alum who can then, as my advisor put it "start giving us money." Hahahahaha. Yeah, right.

Monday, December 10, 2007

People are weird, aren't they?

Richard Roeper in the Sun Times recently had a column about people who steal other people's baby Jesuses (Jesii?) out of their lawn nativitiy scenes. Okay, so it's not really Jesus, as he points out.But it's still stealing, and I think "thou shalt not steal" is multiplied in badness by a million if it is a plastic statue of The Lord that you're stealing.

Go Here for Roeper's article.

It is true, by the way, that the Jesus in Daley Plaza is bolted down...

Saturday, December 08, 2007

We wish you a Merry Christmas, A Happy New Year and Peace

So I started writing my holiday cards last night. I had most of them made (and will finish making the rest tonight) and decided to just get on with it, already.

My family has always sent cards, but we've never done one of those tell-all end of year family newsletters. I always find those quite comical, because of what people feel the need to include. One of these (from friends of my parents - names withheld to protect the innocent) has a picture of the family and of the dog - so far, so good. "Dear Friends" it starts, "This year has brought our family a multitude of blessings and challenges" and goes on to detail the kids' school lives and part time jobs. One was employee of the month and "earned more authority" and a raise! The other is "learning a lot gaining recognition, and maintaining the honor roll." People are apparently "inspired" by these teens' "work ethic and ability to follow through." Nice one, boys!

While their daughter can't take drivers ed yet (drat!) on the plus side, she took a first place in Prose (I don't know what that means, but you go, girl!) The note is finished by this cheery message: "Shattered by loss of life and suicide, we realize the necessity of reaching out and listening, providing balance to sometimes chaotic experiences and to be available..."

Waitaminute. Suicide??? Huhhhhhh??? Why on earth would you put that in a family Christmas letter? Especially to distant friends who have no clue what you're talking about?? Keep it light, people, keep it light!

Finally, a note from retired snowbirds in Florida where we learned that "this year, Mr. X went on Medicare, so that has been an experience. So many plans to choose from, and a change of doctors."

I'm not saying these letters are bad. I certainly never send one - I don't know that I have enough life material to fill an entire letter. Maybe that's why people feel the need to put stuff in about going on Medicare, buying plates and a mysterious suicide?

I don't want to offend anyone who actually writes a letter like this. It's nice to keep people in the loop about your family - even if we never hear from you at any other time of the year. I just think it would be nicer to do that in a more personal way. If you like me enough to send me a Christmas card, why can't we email to catch up? Or meet for lunch or coffee (just not at Porn Boy's Starbucks) or even on the phone?

Friday, December 07, 2007

Here's a Tip...

Does anyone else have trouble with tipping? What's the right amount? Who all do you give a tip to? If anything, I think I personally tend to over tip. This comes from the days when some of my friends * worked as servers and hostesses - I felt their pain, and translated it onto other server type people my age. Just trying to get by, ya know? Even if the service was less than stellar, I've never left nothing.

This is all really winding up to say that I'm usually a very good tipper and generally (I think) a nice person in retail and other situations. But yesterday I kind of accidentally** stiffed a cabbie out of his tip and now I feel REALLY bad about it. So, dear Checkered Cabbie: even though I had to make 2 calls to the dispatcher and you ended up collecting me, my boss and our target purchases*** an hour after I called for service, (and we had to stand outside in the freezing cold. I mean really? 15 degrees?)I really really really didn't actually mean to not give you much of a tip. I am not a stingy bitch type person. Really. I'm not. And if I could remember the cab number, I'd (possibly) do something to rectify my error. As it is, I can't remember the cab number and I rectified the situation by overtipping the server at dinner last night.




* But not me. I don't think there is anything wrong with working as a server or a hostess, I just don't think I'd be good at it. I hate people, and having to put up with narky diners just would not work for me...

** Long story. He told me one number but when I looked at the receipt later on, there was a dollar added for some reason (I think for the stuff in the trunk)and the total was not the amount I paid. If it had been, the tip would have been a bit bigger.+ As it was, he probably thought I was the biggest bitch in the history of Chicago public transportation.

+ Yes, I am aware that this makes me sound a little dense. I mean, really? An 'accidental' tipper?

*** Also a long story. Don't ask. But for the record, the Target store on Elston is VERY nice. It is also very far away from the office.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

What even IS a 'bubble artist'?

I've decided my new goal in life is to run away and join
this show.

Never Again

I hate the CTA. Ugh. I'm never riding it again (well, okay, fine, unless it's really really really cold and the walk from Union Station to practically Michigan Avenue would be a suicide mission. Then and only then.) On the way home, I didn't have a seat until Fullerton, and I didn't get a seat on the Swift at all. Geez. Plus, there was this weird lady sitting on the aisle, with an empty seat beside her - and she wouldn't let anyone sit next to her. At least 4 people around me asked if the seat was taken, and she just shook her head. No, nobody's sitting here, but no, I'm not moving. In rush hour. Can you believe that?

This morning, it was back to the Metra for me. It's so nice and comfy and quiet, and the train is clean and I always get a seat. Admittedly, there are much cuter guys on the CTA, but I guess that's the price one pays. Even with the snow etc., I was still the first one here this morning. As a little reward for my braving the elements (can I share again how much I hate driving in snow?) I got myself a peppermint mocha at Starbucks. I'm trying to cut back on the Starbucks, but I just can't help it. This coffee, it's my weakness... AND they have this holiday cheer card thing where you get a punch for 9 holiday coffees and then you get the 10th one FREE. I am a sucker for free coffee.

Unfortunately for me, Porn Boy (the guy we fired for looking at porn at work. Remember him? You thought I was making him up, didntcha?) works at that Starbucks. Everyone else has been avoiding going there because we're worried we might see him and he might spit in our coffee or something... But the thing is, the only place that holiday coffee punch card is valid is this particular store, and I just need to get that free one. You know? Anyway, the Boy was there this morning, and by the time I saw him it was too late to run away. He rang me up (shite!) and it was a little weird.

On the plus side though, I'm about 4 punches away from that free coffee...

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

At last!!

I am setting up time with my Thesis committee (tentatively set for next Tuesday!) to defend the masterwork and thus actually complete my degree. Woohoo!!!

It seems to be written in the stars, or at least in my Yahoo! horoscope for today:
Overview:
Take time to think through all of the various aspects of your current project or any big plans you've got coming up. The time invested will pay off in a big way when you're ready to answer tough questions.


Now I actually have to re-read the thing, since it's so long since I actually finished writing it, I have no idea what I'm meant to be defending.... hmmmmm. I will keep you posted...

Oh, joy...

My first winter as a commuter... According to today's Chicago Sun Times:

"The snow advisory encompasses Cook, DuPage, Kane, Kendall, McHenry and Will counties, and will remain in effect until noon Wednesday. A snow advisory means periods of snow will cause travel difficulties. Motorists should be prepared for snow covered roads and limited visibilities and use caution when driving, the National Weather Service’s Web site said.

Snow is likely to move into the Chicago area after noon Tuesday, and as much as three inches of accumulation is possible. Temperatures will climb to 34 degrees Tuesday with a north wind of five miles per hour, the site said. The snow is expected to continue Tuesday night, when temperatures will drop to 24 degrees. A southeast wind could gust up to 20 mph, the site said. The National Weather Service said there is a 70-percent chance the snow could continue Wednesday morning. Temperatures are expected to drop to 13 degrees with a northwest wind of 10 mph Wednesday night."

To avoid a cold wet walk to the Metra tonight, I took the yellow/purple lines this morning. Ah, the CTA! We'll see how this goes...

Monday, December 03, 2007

Goodbye to a Lyric Legend

Danny Newman, creator of the subscription model that is currently used by all major opera houses, and most orchestras and theater companies (and author of "Subscribe Now!") passed away at the age of 88.

I had the chance to meet Danny a few years ago when I interned at Lyric. He still had an office at the Lyric's administrative offices, and he'd come in every once in a while to (as my supervisor told me) "Use the copier and flirt with the ladies." A dapper figure who always wore a hat and coat, Danny would come into the office and chat, and yes, flirt. I was standing by the printer one afternoon, and he said to me "Where did we get you from?" And then we had a nice little conversation about Columbia College.

The below is from the Chicago Sun Times.

Legendary press agent, lyric founding father dies

December 3, 2007
BY WYNNE DELACOMA (Chicago Sun Times)
Danny Newman, one of the last of the great arts and entertainment press agents, died Saturday at home after a long illness. At age 88, the Chicago native went out with the consummate pro's ultimate gesture: preparing his own obituary in the form of a five-page press release, with the details of his death to be filled in later.

Mr. Newman, a decorated veteran of the Battle of the Bulge, had been in failing health since 2004, when he underwent surgery to repair spinal injuries caused by a fall. With his wife Alyce at his side, he died of pulmonary fibrosis at his Lincolnwood home.

A longtime hero on the internationational arts scene, Mr. Newman was the first to champion the use of subscriptions -- first at Lyric Opera of Chicago, his professional base since 1954, and then throughout the world.

"Danny was one of the founding fathers of Lyric," said William Mason, Lyric's general director. "It's safe to say that there probably wouldn't have been a Lyric Opera without Danny. Who knows if there would have been a lot of companies if not for Danny. He was one of the greatest arts patrons of the last half-century."

Mr. Newman was a member of the staff assembled by Carol Fox and two associates when theyfounded the company in 1954, and even though he subsequently traveled the world preaching the gospel of subscription-ticket sales to arts organizations from Canada to Australia, Lyric remained his home.

From 1961 through 1981, he traveled extensively for the Ford Foundation, working on a major effort to expand and strengthen American arts organizations. He outlined his theories in a 1977 book titled Subscribe Now!, which went through 10 editions over the ensuing years.

"Not only did Danny help companies launch subscription campaigns himself, he also helped the staffs of those companies to be able to carry on the work," said Susan Mathieson Mayer, Lyric's director of communications. "He was a teacher par excellence. He has a nation filled with proteges, including me, who took what he taught them and carried on the work."

"What he did for all these companies, giving them a sound financial base through subscriptions, was much better than giving them, say, $100,000," Mason said. "It's like the adage, 'teach someone how to fish and you feed them for a lifetime.' Danny taught them how to fish through the use of subscriptions."

Mr. Newman retired in 2001 but retained the title of public relations counsel emeritus. In honor of his 88th birthday last Jan. 24, Lyric named its box office after him, with his famous motto -- "Subscribe Now!" -- engraved on the plaque.

A colorful figure, Mr. Newman was known for tapping out press releases of precise detail and florid prose on a manual typewriter in his small office in the Civic Opera House building. When necessary, he would stride onto the opera house stage to announce that Soprano X or Tenor Y was unfortunately unable to sing the evening's performance. His stentorian voice riding over the audience's groans, he introduced the substitute singer's name with a ring of triumph, implying that the listeners' dismay would be short-lived, that the next Callas, Gobbi or Vickers was about the take the stage.

Bustling through Chicago's newsrooms, his signature soft, broad-brimmed, dark fedora pushed back on his head, he was the kind of man who called women "darling'' long past the era when such greetings were deemed politically correct. His courtly way with that greeting, however, not to mention his attendant hand-kissing, made us smile.

A jack of many arts and entertainment trades, starting at age 14 in 1933, Mr. Newman produced and promoted local, national and international theater and dance companies, vaudeville and movie houses and classical music artists. Or, as he put it, with only slight exaggeration, "he was also actor, script writer, oratorio narrator, modern-dance impresario, classical-concert presenter, vaudeville, film, radio, television and legitimate theater publicist, advance agent, playwright's agent, house manager, personal manager, general manager and producer.''

During the 1940s and '50s, his projects reached from one end of Loop to the other. Among them was promoting the Chicago premiere in 1941 of Orson Welles' "Citizen Kane'' at the Woods Theatre (Welles attended) and foreign art films at the World Playhouse in the Fine Arts Building. He promoted movies at city and suburban drive-ins and downtown performances of American Ballet Theatre, the Metropolitan Opera and New York City Ballet. He also was publicist for the annual Prep Bowl, a hotly contested football championship game between Chicago public and Catholic schools at Soldier Field.

He received many honors for his work, ranging from a knighthood from the Italian government to an orchestral piece commissioned in his name by the Vancouver Symphony. An Al Hirschfeld caricature, which makes much of Mr. Newman's bushy, flaring eyebrows, adorns his book of reminiscences, Tales of a Theatrical Guru, published in December 2006.

Born in the Douglas Park neighborhood, he attended Wright Junior College. A decorated World War II veteran, Mr. Newman won the Combat Infantry Badge, the Purple Heart with Oak Leaf Cluster, the Bronze Star and five Battle Stars.

In 1948, he married Dina Halpern, an internationally known Yiddish stage and screen actress. She died in 1989. In 1994, he married Alyce Katz of Chicago. She survives, along with his stepsons, Paul Andre Katz and Leonard Katz.

"He was a lovely gentleman," Mason said. "I knew for 50 years and never heard him utter an unkind thought. With his boundless warmth and humanity, he was unique, one of a kind. We'll miss him."

"He truly believed with all his heart in what he was promoting," Mathieson Mayer said. "He loved singers, he loved theater -- the worst thing you could do to an artist was to present him with an empty seat. That where he started from.

"For me, he was quite something. I've known Danny for 30 years -- he just changed my life, he was an incredible man," she said. "I stayed in the business because of him. Once you got religion from Danny, there was no turning back."

Services, which will be open to the public, are scheduled for 11 a.m. Tuesday at the Weinstein Funeral Homes, 111 Skokie Blvd. in Wilmette. In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to the Chicago Jewish Federation, Lyric Opera of Chicago or the Chicago Yivo Society.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Let's Learn German!

Heidi says the German for "major suckfest" (or shitty party) is: Schrecklieche Partei. So there. Die Frau ohne Schatten ist ein schrecklieche partei!