Thursday, May 17, 2007

Tyra, Tyra, Tyra....




Girl! What were you thinking? Eliminating Renee (aka NeNe) in favor of Jaslene and Natasha??? Please!!!! I loved the Cha Cha Diva Jas (shout out to my Chi-town home girl and all that) but Renee did the best commercial, she was completely gorgeous and funny, and had the most going for her out of everyone. She could have walked circles around those two on the runway at Sass and Bide. I can't believe that after all the to-do about Dani's accent 2 cycles ago that nobody had issues with the fact that the final 2 could barely string a coherent sentence together. If the judges watched the episodes, they'd hear Jaslene's extremely crappy grammar and diction. For a good laugh, I will tune into the Tyra show and watch Natasha be a correspondent. Give me a break.

Overall, this cycle was a little disappointing. The judges, while certainly not as useless as, say, American Idol, never have any helpful advice for the girls. How can you improve if you don't have any clear direction? Remember, these girls are in model boot camp. They don't know what they're doing. And please, please, please, lose the Twig and make Mr. J a judge. He sees the girls all the time. He can tell you who's a diva on set, who's doing what, who's learning and who isn't. Give them challenges where they can actually learn something. (I do like though, that the public has no say in who wins. These are the people who made Taylor Hicks American Idol and Dubya the President.) We don't know what makes a top model. You guys do. Keep it that way.

Next Cycle, pick some girls with a little spark, okay? Watching the photo shoot with past contestants reminded us that the show used to be lots of bitchy fun - the fainting chick, Kim "11 more to go" Bree "bitch stole my granola bars" and Jade etc. Those girls had personality and modeling skills. And please, no more kumbaya Tyra as Dr. Phil moments. The episode where the girls aired their grievances and TB helped Renee get in touch with her feelings was just crap. No psychobabble. More Nigel Barker.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Tony's!

Tony Nominations were announced today. I have only actually seen 2 nominated shows (Company and Grey Gardens)and of course I am not as invested in it this year as I was last year, but that's okay. The awards will be announced on June 10th. I will have to get caught up on shows on my trip in July (there's about a day in that weekend when I am not seeing Gypsy.... for now...)

Monday, May 14, 2007

just my luck...

Friday afternoon: I have made my 20 minute dash to the train station and have carefully chosen a seat. I take out my very important reading material (The 100 Most Beautiful issue of People) and am settling in for my trip home when.... dun dun dun... the World's Worst Mother and her little bratty child (mentioned in an earlier post) come into my car and sit...wait for it.... directly across from me! I could NOT believe it when they sat down there and by that time, it was too late for me to move somewhere else. Instead, I pulled out my iPod (which remains my best friend on these train trips! Best purchase I ever made. Seriously.) and put on some soothing music (a little Renee, a little Patti... ahhh).

For a while I thought it would be okay. They were sitting with a friend of the mom's and the adults were chatting and giving the kid swigs from a bottle of Pepsi (I wasn't allowed to have pop until I got to high school. Okay, maybe that's an exageration - but not by much! Now of course, I can't get through the day without a coffee in the morning and a diet coke at lunch. I fail to see the logic in giving a 3 year old lots and lots of pop. Maybe it's b/c I am not a parent?)

The adults talked and completely ignored the kid. He started yelling to get their attention. Nada. So, he threw himself on the floor, crawled under the seat and started climbing around on the seat behind them - and all over this other passenger with her laptop. The passenger behind me muttered something semi-under her breath like, 'don't pay any attention to him, or anything.' The climbed on lady was nicer about it than I would have been. The mom didn't even apologize to her. She kind of got up and tried to get the kid to sit down, but she didn't do much. She should have gone over and picked him up, but she didn't want to interrupt her conversation. The kid wandered off and went to the upper level of the train where he climbed around up there and dangled himself over the side. Do you think the mom paid any attention then?? She did not. But she could see she was annoying people, so she packed up their stuff, got the kid and left the car. Why discipline the kid and improve the behavior when you can go off to another carriage and annoy different people??

Oooh, it bothers me so much. You can't be angry with the child, because he's too young to know any better. But it's just startling the lack of respect for other people from the 2 adults who were with him. He's going to grow up thinking it's okay to do whatever because there were just no boundaries.

Have I mentioned lately how I am never having children?

Sunday, May 13, 2007

thanks, mom

...for bringing me into the world...for teaching me the difference between right and wrong and imparting important values and lessons to live by (i.e "cuteness counts" "don't run in heels" etc)...for reading to me when I was a kid...for teaching me to knit (several times) and not giving up on me when I got impatient with it...for listening to me talk/grumble/whine/bitch/moan about work/friends/school...for always being there when I needed her the most...for making a mean spaghetti sauce....for our morning coffee breaks...for being my email buddy...for playing Pavarotti for me when I was growing up....for being my opera buddy...for always being willing to take in a concert from Luis Miguel, to Andrea Bocelli, to Patti LuPone, Renee Fleming, Cecelia Bartoli, Audra McDonald...for having a sense of humor...for being kind and generous...for loving cake...for being a shopping 'bad influence'... for not killing me when I am in hypochondriac drama queen mode...for saying "take that job or I'll kick your ass!"

for all this and more than I can say here - thanks mom, and Happy Mother's Day

Friday, May 11, 2007

trainspotting

So. I'm a commuter now. It's a whole new world for me. The people I see on public transportation in Chicago are so much less exciting than the people Sarah sees out and about in NYC, but I've already had some great train adventures on my rides to 13.

This week - on 2 separate rides home, I've seen 2 guys sit down, kick back and... open cans of beer. On the train. Is it me, or is that a little weird? You can't wait half an hour before starting happy hour?

Mostly, the commuters are quiet, business types. They are reading newspapers, listening to music, typing on computers. Some are on the phone (don't get me started). But mostly, they keep to themselves, they are polite and they are quiet. Yesterday, I'm on the earlier train home and I decided to sit on the upper level. I must have felt something in my bones.... right where I would have sat were 2 ladies (take note: 2 adults) and a little boy. He was (oh gawd, I'm so bad at this) maybe 4? For a while, he was sitting (not very quietly, but whatever) with his grandmother. I think he was eating something. For the rest of the ride, he ran around the car, up and down the steps, yelling and playing and being a noisy child. All this time, neither adult attempted to make him sit down, be quiet and stop getting in the way of passengers who wanted to get out (one lady hit the kid in the head with her bag - on accident - as she tried to go around him to leave the car). The grandmother asked him a few times to come and sit with her, but he didn't and that was apparently okay with them. I could see my fellow passengers kind of looking and being quietly annoyed. But nobody said anything. If I'd been down there with them, I probably would have done the usual loud sighing, eye rolling and muttering comments under my breath. No worries though, I said not a thing - just vowed to never ever have children.

Why do people think everyone else needs to be entertained by their child? It's not cute okay? All I wanted was a nice quiet relaxing trip home and I ended up with a big headache. What a brat. Thank god that's not my regular train. They got off at my stop, too so there is a chance I can see them around town. Can't wait.

On a happier note. Sometimes, I bring my knitting along and knit on the train. One afternoon, I was working on (what else?) a scarf, and the conductor stopped to chat with me about it. So did another lady as she was getting off. Something about knitting just draws people together. When I was knitting on the way to NYC in February, I made many new friends on the flight, just talking about knitting.

Getting to 13

When I accepted this new position, there are a few things I gave up - namely, a nice, convenient, safe (for the most part) 15 to 20 minute drive to the office, a parking spot in a covered garage, and a 2 block walk to the office.

Because driving downtown every day would just pretty much SUCK, I turned to public transportation. And this is where getting to 13 is not as nice or convenient. I have 2 options.

1. Metra. There is a station in the MG and the train goes straight to Union Station. It takes half an hour to get downtown. From Union Station, I walk about 20 minutes to the office. This is currently the option of choice. It's great now, but in the winter I may go for...

2. CTA. Otherwise known as the 'EL' Yellow line from home to Howard St. Station. Purple line "Express" (hahaha) all the way downtown. Stop about a block and a half from work. This takes forever. Afternoon trains are mucho crowded and noisy. I hardly ever get a seat until we're well out of the Loop. EL trains are S.L.O.W. and are much skeezier than Metra trains. It all kind of balances out though - taking the EL keeps me on the train longer, but lets me off close by. The Metra has a shorter ride, but I am doing all that walking.

Oh well. At least I'm getting my cardio.....

Calling All Gen-Xers... (and Gen Next-Ers)

Some of my former colleagues are taking part in a panel discussion at the North Park Symposium next week, concerning the giving/volunteering patterns of those in Gen X and Gen Next(I always called it Y, but whatever).

If you have a few minutes, go here and fill it out. It's 12 questions and totally anonymous.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

My Achy Breaky Heart...

Golly gosh, I hadn't given Billy Ray Cyrus a single thought since we line danced to his song "Achy Breaky Heart" in eighth grade (I think I can still do the dance, actually. A little scary, huh?). But then he appeared on Dancing with the Stars this season (my number 2 pop culture guilty pleasure, right after ANTM). Believe me, I had my doubts. I mean, the man danced a cha-cha to a song called "I want my mullet back" - it looked like he was going to be this season's Master P (for fans of the show, you will know - this is not a good thing). Every single dance he did - waltz, jive, mambo, tango looked exactly the same. On several occasions, he just made stuff up.

So the man can't really dance. And yet, he stayed on the show. He almost made it to the semi-finals. He made his poor partner, Karina (who almost won the contest last year, with Mario Lopez) CRY. But somehow, he managed to win the crowd over with his aw-shucks southern charm and his personality (and can I just say? he's pretty cute, too!) He endured comments from the judges "deliciously awful" "that was crap" "the crowd is addicted to you" and, perhaps my favorite from Bruno Tonioli "you're like a crazy bear that got lost in the swamp" - who knew they danced? And yeah, okay. To be fair, he was pretty crap. But I think the show will miss him.

I am kind of bummed he's off the show (even though really, it was no surprise. And before you ask, no, I didn't vote. For anyone. I haven't voted all season.) I mean, he was entertaining, if nothing else. And we will forever be deprived of seeing his freestyle routine.

But, as someone once told me "life goes on" (no, it wasn't John, Paul, George, Ringo or Patti) and I am now throwing all of my support to Apolo.

Monday, May 07, 2007

party time!

Last night was the closing night party. We had it www.onesixtyblue.com I was debating whether or not I should go - I was sure I'd get lost (and I did! But thank god for this)
and of course, there is the eternal question of what the heck to wear.... but I went, I mingled with my peeps, met some new and lovely people, and best of all, had some completely fabulous food.

Now I get to say I've been to onesixty blue, and really, what more could a person ask for?

Got home at a decent hour and worked on my knitting. I am still just doing squares - mostly scarves. Have a bit of difficulty though since a) it's spring time, and scarves aren't really necessary and 2.) I only have the one neck. But oh well. I have moved on to different kinds of yarn (ribbons for the summer months) and I have started work on a blanket (which, of course, is a R.E.A.L.L.Y big scarf). Knitting goals are to learn to purl (anybody have any purling advice for a lefty?) and to do something other than squares...

Thursday, May 03, 2007

new look, new name, new blog!

Well, well, well. Long time, no blog. I've been a little busy.
First, to explain the changes- the title reflects the ushering in of a new era. My new job takes me out of Evanston and puts me right in the heart of downtown Chicago. A swanky office location between State and Michigan Av --- but on the 13th floor. If I was a superstitious person, I'd say it was a sign. But I am not and although I hate elevators, I kind of like being on the 13th floor. A lot of buildings around here just go from 12 to 14, because of the perception that 13 is unlucky. I think it's been pretty lucky for me so far. But this is just my second week here, so I guess it is too soon to tell?

There will be some other changes around here, too. With my lovely tax return, I am going to get a new computer at home (and HIGH SPEED!!!yeeehaaaa!) and will do many fun and blogtacular things with it.

Friday, April 20, 2007

they really, really like me...

Today is my last day with The A Team. It's sad, and it's weird. My desk is totally clean and empty. My personal effects and mountains of crap have been cleared off or taken home. There are no extraneous pairs of shoes under my desk anymore and, ONE email in my in box. This never happens.

Since my move has some political undertones, I was not expecting them to throw me a party. But I got one. Cake, and a card and people hugging me and telling me how much they will miss me. I will miss them, too.

I always feel like I am not very memorable. I mean, come on, in high school, people always called me "Nicole" because I looked kinda like a friend of mine - we're both petite, blonde, and wore glasses. That's about all. But I got cut slips when she was absent. Our counselor did it. Our homeroom teacher did it. The man saw us for four years! And she never got called by my name, I was always called by hers. It's enough to give a person a complex. (and THEN, when I get emails from candidates with their resumes, they call me 'Karen.' Lovely name. It's just not MY name. And it blows my mind because the respond to name is RIGHT ON THE ADVERTISEMENT. And yet. Dear Karen.... Where is the attention to detail? HUH? Definite points off there.... But I appear to be rambling. ANYWAY).

And then something like this happens, where I don't think people think much about me at all, and it turns out that they DO, and some of them think pretty nice things, too! It's weird. I've had 5 and a half good years here, but I'm ready to keep going.

Happy Birthday, Patti!


Today is The Patti's Birthday!
(I will have a few cold ones in her honor....)

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Ravinia Tickets!

Ravinia tickets went on sale today. Either they've finally worked the bugs out of their system, or it pays to shop online at 8:00 in the morning - I got my tickets right away.

Patti in "To Hell and Back" on June 6 (the Martin - so will not have to pick locusts out of my picnic on the lawn) and Patti with Audra in August.


Woohoo!!! Looks like there will be a Pattipalooza 2007 this summer. Now all I need to do is find some performances of Renee's to get to.... otherwise I won't be seeing her until January.... and that just will not do!

The A Team By the Numbers

My time here with "The A Team" - (current employer, name changed to protect the "innocent") is drawing to a close. I am starting a new job next week!

5 1/2 years...
2 offices
4 cubicles (one in skokie, 3 in evanston)
4 regional managers
2 presidents
2 CEOs
2 cars to get to work (sniff! edge, RIP!)
nearly 100 clients served
1 company name change
3 titles
over 1 million words written
1 assistant
3 "moms"
2 retreats off site
0 "kumbaya moments" around a campfire (thank god!)

This was my first job out of college. I interviewed for a summer internship. I was offered a full time position. Since I had not been able to find a teaching job, and the idea of subbing 2nd grade gym did not at all appeal, I took it. I knew nothing about the field The A Team does business in - but I learned. I was in awe of Mr. A our founder, who started the company over 20 years ago from the trunk of his car. I had the chance to learn from the best, from people who feel called to help others, who are genuinely good. For all the issues we've had, it really feels like a family here. Leaving was not an easy decision for me to make, but I really feel it's the best move for me to make at this time. I'm ready. I'm sad to go, but excited for this new opportunity - it's in the arts, with a HUGELY prestigious organization in this city. It's a big chance and I had to take it. (Aside from that, my grandmother threatened to kick my ass if I didn't take the job! Seriously!)

So goodbye, A Team. I'll miss your wit & wisdom & professionalism. Keep on keeping on, and I will make you all proud.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Happy Pattiversary! (tomorrow!)


After vacations,it is always rather hard for me to return to reality. Especially after I took the Rock Boat cruises, it was always like What? I have to work now? But I want to be able to roll out of bed and laze by the pool/go to a rockin' concert/eat lots of lovely lovely food and not have to pay.... etc. When I'm back, I like to play "at this time last week I was..." and relive the fun times, until people tell me to shut the !@*#($* up already.

Well, I was going through some photographs on my camera, and I realized that at this time last year, I was in New York City. Not only did I go to the Met and see Renee the Magnificent in Manon and hang around with my group members whom I love like family, including Mims and Iris from London, two incredibly fabulous people brought me to Sweeney Todd for the first (and not the last) time. It was my first (and not the last) time seeing The Patti. I don't know what it is about her, but she's fierce (in a good, and kind of scary way). I don't think my lovely friends knew they'd create such a monster, but alas, it is so. I have A Second Diva.

Thanks, guys!!! I will have a Pattiversary cupcake in your honor (or maybe a Pattiversary cocktail... or two... or six?)

I wonder where I will be at this time.... next year....

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

i wasn't done...

Blogger was being cranky. More pics. Enjoy.


Old West street

Goofy self-portraits, the mark of the lone traveler....

my brain is full.....

Wisteria Lane!

Wow, you can trade your child up for a better model at Universal!!



Shrek Stuff!!


Can't think any more. Here are some more pictures from my trip to sunny CA (WAHHH! It is SNOWING here today! Where's spring??) & my day at Universal...

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Slow News Day?

Dude. My parents TOTALLY missed the boat by not naming ME 'Metallica'

Couple fights to name baby 'Metallica' (from Yahoo! News)

Metallica may be a cool name for a heavy metal band, but a Swedish couple is struggling to convince officials it is also suitable for a baby girl.
Michael and Karolina Tomaro are locked in a court battle with Swedish authorities, which rejected their application to name their six-month-old child after the legendary rock band.
"It suits her," Karolina Tomaro, 27, said Tuesday of the name. "She's decisive and she knows what she wants."
Although little Metallica has already been baptized, the Swedish National Tax Board refused to register the name, saying it was associated with both the rock group and the word "metal."
Tomaro said the official handling the case also called the name "ugly."
The couple was backed by the County Administrative Court in Goteborg, which ruled on March 13 that there was no reason to block the name. It also noted that there already is a woman in Sweden with Metallica as a middle name.
The tax agency appealed to a higher court, frustrating the family's foreign travel plans.
"We've had to cancel trips and can't get anywhere because we can't get her a passport without an approved name," Tomaro said.

Monday, April 02, 2007

when did my life become an episode of 'the office'?

"culture audits" and "value awards" gee whiz, can "diversity day" and camp fire kumbayas be far behind?

So much for "Everyone here is extremely gruntled."

For Your Viewing Pleasure...






Some pics from my LA Trip...

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Yes, MAM

I always kind of thought "writing a thesis" was one of those things that happened to other people - kind of like winning the lottery, getting a speeding ticket, catching the plague, etc. In my head, the writing of such a scholarly document was done by geeky students in turtlenecks, slaving away at all hours, on their LIFE WORK, hunched over a computer in Starbucks, with a constant flow of caffeine being fed to them with an iv tube.

But now.... it's ME. I am officially "Writing My Thesis" after much research, some interviews and much sending of drafts to an advisor on sabbatical. I am spending most of my weekends getting the thing done. Oye. I love to write, but this is not so much writing as it is TORTURE. I had built it up so much in my head (with the geeky turtleneck, Life Work, hunched over a computer scenario) that it got to feel pretty scary. Now that I am writing it, it's not so bad. I really want it done. I mean REALLY. The original goal I quoted by advisor last year was June. My first concept was much larger in scope, and it's really changed a lot from my original idea. We are going to try and stay on that timeline, so I am slaving away this weekend to have some more material to send off to the advisor (last time, it took 3 emails before he responded from the beach or whereever he is taking sabbatical). Hopefully, by next week I can do some analyzing and concluding, than lots and lots of revising and tweaking.

Wish me luck. Support is always welcome (in the form of chocolate, encouragement, rah rahs or cash.) If you don't hear from me in a few days, call in the National Guard, as I may have passed out from my caffeine drip....

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Time to Play....

Ever wonder what you would look like as a chocolate candy? Go here and turn yourself into an M&M!

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Hold Yer Hats and Hallelujah....


I got my Gypsy tickets!!!
(and I think it's gonna be a L.O.N.G. 5 months...)

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

cosi fan tutte...

Friday night was the last opera of the season for me, and it was Cosi. Mom & I got all dolled up and headed down to Lyric. It was a fun one to see, with beautiful music (if not as memorable as some of Mozart's other operas) but there were some recognizeable pieces and beautiful, beautiful duets and ensembles. Ahhhh, Mozart.

The cast was not "big name" but it was quality: Ryan Center (GAHHH!! It sounded SO MUCH BETTER to call it "Lyric Opera Center of American Artists"!) alums Erin Wall and Lauren McNese as Fiordiligi and Dorabella, Eric Cutler and Opera Hunk Extraordinary, Nathan Gunn as the boys, Nuccia Focile as Despina and Sir Thomas Allen as Don Alfonso. All of them solid. Good actors. Sounded like a dream when they all sang together.

The production was updated tp a resort in 1914. That made for a pretty, modern, set design scheme (at one point, a sheer curtain at the back of the stage swept aside to reveal a beachscape - lots of brightly colored umbrellas clustered around. the supernumeraries were kept busy bustling around in the background in crisp red uniforms, and in two cases, old fashioned striped bathing costumes) and stunning period costumes. It did make it kind of hard to believe that 20th century people would fall for the lame plot twists. As Despina says "These girls are so stupid!" and they were. I mean, honestly. "Let's put on false moustaches - they'll NEVER recognize us then!" Not even clever Despina saw through the boys' disguises. So the plot was one of the more goofy ones in the operatic repertoire, but really, it hardly mattered. Everything was put together so well, love more or less conquered all, and the curtain went down on another great season at Lyric.

Already have my subscription for next year sorted out - Renee in Traviata!!! YES! Oh, and some other stuff, too.....

Happy Feet

I've finally made good on my threat to take up tap dancing. With my snazzy new shoes from Bloch NY, I have been tapping away every Tuesday night. I've had three classes so far and I guess I am doing pretty good for never having strapped on tap shoes before in my entire adult life.* I have not fallen down or made a total fool of myself (good thing, too, because the studio has closed circuit tv in the rehearsal rooms so that the people in the lobby can watch what's going on... yikes!) It takes me a while to get everything from my brain down to my feet, and to remember the steps.... In actuality, I think I am the tap dancing equivalent of Billy Ray Cyrus on Dancing with the Stars last night.... So I guess we will see how long this goes on...but for now I am having fun!

* My mom claims I had lessons when I was really litttle, like 4. She remembers more about them than I do, so I don't think they really count.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Gypsy!!!

Sweet fancy moses.... I got in this morning and was innocently checking my email, when I see these GREAT HEADLINES. Looks like I am New York bound again.... In July!

Friday, March 16, 2007

Opera Hunkaliciousness...


Tonight: Nathan Gunn in Cosi Fan Tutte at Lyric Opera of Chicago!

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Lost in the Spiderweb...


Actually, I'm still in shock after coming home to 28 degrees and snow after having been in sunny and glorious LA where it was in the 80s all weekend. I was wearing a t-shirt! No coat! In March! Didja ever????

Okay, so here goes. With visions of polar bears (from the Lyric production I'd seen almost 10 years ago) dancing in my head, I took off for LA with mild trepidation. I hadn't originally planned on going out there at all, thinking it would be too close to my NY trip to Onegin. I didn't know if I could afford it, get the time off, etc. but workplace insanity and the chill of Chicago in February, along with the need for anoter Diva Fix, made me change my mind and book tickets to Mahagonny.

I saw it Thursday night and was in the 3rd row, left side. (Sunday I was in the 5th row, on the right side) Perfect stage views both times. Thursday I somehow ended up in the middle of a couple (no idea how that happened, but they were quite rude about it and the female half of the couple kept turning her head and hitting me with her hair! the guy told off someone unwrapping candy too loudly - in the middle of the opera - he turned and went, "Are you KIDDING me?" out loud to her. Making more noise than the candy wrapper, but you know, whatever.).

Anyway. I went with, as I say, mild trepidation and low expectations. I went to watch Patti and Audra and they did not disappoint me. I thought both of them looked completely divine and sounded wonderful. This was my first time seeing Audra in a non-concert setting, and she was tremendous. She so fully inhabited the role, and had some of the best music (most notably, "Alabama Song"). Patti had some really entertaining stage business (god, is she funny) and I thought she did well with the music, although at times, I could tell when she was putting in the effort to get to the notes - the music sits high in her range. It wasn't Sweeney, obviously, where she was just able to throw herself into the character. But as I said, they were both the reason I had gone to see Mahagonny, and in that way I was not disappointed.

It is a hard piece to engage in - Weil and Brecht really wanted to get the audience thinking about the piece - so the messages are very very very strong ("the freedom i found with money is not freedom," reveals Jimmy). at the end of the first act, the whole cast is on stage nazi saluting, and playing in the background is one of the hitler rallies with everyone yelling sieg heil, etc. as the lights came up, the whole audience was kind of like, what the ---?? on sunday, i think everyone was a little more into it. at the end, as mahagonny is collapsing in on itself under the weight of its own lawlessness and corruption, they all stand on a bare stage and sing "nothing you can do can help a dead man..." one of them holds a triangular folded American flag and the last line is "nothing can help him or you or us now..." Made me feel like going and starting a revolution, or something.

I could talk about Mahagonny for ever, just different things I observed, etc, but that's the over all impression. Without Patti, I would not have voluntarily gone to see it (which proves, I will see my divas do just about anything!) but I am glad I made the trip.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Onegin at The Met....

I'd been looking forward to last Saturday night for many many months. I'd bought my ticket the moment they went on sale, and booked my ill-fated JetBlue (JetPoo!) flight in October. It's been a long, Diva-less winter, and I was excited to see Renée on stage, performing a role.

God, I love the Met. There is really no other place like it - the plushy red velvet seats, the gold gilt interior, the large majestic stage, the sparkling chandeliers (I still get a thrill watching them rise up to the heavens before the performance starts.) And it was beyond cool to maybe take a stroll to the ladies' lounge and exchange a hug and air kiss with someone I knew - and scan the audience and see friends sitting there - in the front few rows....

It was my first Russian opera - the music was gorgeous, the staging gorgeous, and the incomparable Ms. Renée was simply breathtaking. The sets were spare - but it worked - highlighting the drama, and the story, and the principal singers. Highlights for me were - well, anytime Renée was on stage, the pretty (if lengthy) aria by Ramon Vargas.... and I'll be honest, the scene where Dmitri takes off his shirt. You could hear sharp intakes of breath all around the auditorium.

Contrary to what some people (Nosy Tom) happen to think, going backstage after a performance, to greet the Diva, is INCREDIBLY cool. All of the assembled TBV groupies met backstage and waited in eager anticipation. We chatted, we snapped photos, we talked about the opera, and suddenly.... there she was. As many times as I have met her, I still find myself at a loss for words. She makes it so easy to talk to her though, and I am a lot less shy around her than I used to be. She spent time with each person, signing and taking pictures. She is sweet and gracious and so generous with her time. She is a very very classy lady.

Onegin at The Met....

I'd been looking forward to last Saturday night for many many months. I'd bought my ticket the moment they went on sale, and booked my ill-fated JetBlue (JetPoo!) flight in October. It's been a long, Diva-less winter, and I was excited to see Renée on stage, performing a role.

God, I love the Met. There is really no other place like it - the plushy red velvet seats, the gold gilt interior, the large majestic stage, the sparkling chandeliers (I still get a thrill watching them rise up to the heavens before the performance starts.) And it was beyond cool to maybe take a stroll to the ladies' lounge and exchange a hug and air kiss with someone I knew - and scan the audience and see friends sitting there.

It was my first Russian opera - the music was gorgeous, the staging gorgeous, and the incomparable Ms. Renée was simply breathtaking. The sets were spare - but it worked - highlighting the drama, and the story, and the principal singers. Highlights for me were - well, anytime Renée was on stage, the pretty (if lengthy) aria by Ramon Vargas.... and I'll be honest, the scene where Dmitri takes off his shirt. You could hear sharp intakes of breath all around the auditorium.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

sorry~grateful


Why does the weekend have to be so short?? I think there needs to be a vacation buffer zone to help get back into reality after such a good time with friends. It was so great, as always, to see the group - it is amazing to me how such a diverse group of people from different backgrounds and ages and everything else can get together and have it seem like they've known each other forever. Every TBV member I've met I've liked. I'm happy we were all able to spend some time together, even if it was just a few days (in some cases, and only a few hours in others!)

More to come when I have a minute to catch my breath. In the meantime, enjoy this shot, taken in the green room by my friend Wanda. I will post mine later on (I promise!)

Monday, February 19, 2007

You Could Drive a Person Crazy...

New York City trip post #1

Quick review:

#times thru O'Hare Security: 2
#O'Hare Terminals visited: 2
#flights booked: 2 (number of flights that actually took off? 1)
#cups of Starbucks: 1
Winter Headgear when departed from home: 1
Winter Headgear when arrived in NYC: 1 (am notorious for losing hats, so this is quite the accomplishment!)


There is so much packed into this weekend, I have to take it one day at a time....
Friday morning, I was up at 5:30, already bouncing off the walls and going "New York City? Time to go to New York City? Let's go to New York City!" etc., doing an inner excited happy dance, like Olive Hoover in Little Miss Sunshine (minus the screaming).

Finally off to the airport with plenty of time - flight was scheduled to depart at 9:25. I got there somewhere around 7:30. I'd never been in Terminal 2 before, and it was really like the Land Time Forgot. Kind of creepy and dingy and unkempt. This should have been my first clue. Got to the JetBlue check in counter and saw my flight was going to be delayed until about 11:30. I was not happy, but headed to the gate anyway, stopping first, naturally, for a big cup of cinnamon dolce coffee. I can do anything if I've got my coffee. And I needed it. I arrived at the gate to find people camping out there - from the flight that should have left at 6:00 AM! I was not sure what was going on, but the gist of it seemed to be that there were no crews about to legally make the flights happen. So passengers headed to NYC and Long Beach were backed up. Nothing was leaving until about 12:00. I decided not to wait around for them (good thing, too!) got my bag back and started over. As I was walking to baggage claim, I noticed I'd missed a call from sarah - aka my Cruise Director - who helped me book a new flight (and got me signed up for mileage plus!) THANKS, SARAH!

Because I'd had a rough morning, I upgraded my seat when I checked in - an aisle! Woohoo! Also treated myself to some McBreakfast in the terminal. Honestly, what a morning! But the flight, once I got on it, was nice and uneventful. I made a few friends on board who were curious about my knitting project (what else? another scarf!)

Finally, finally, finally, arrived in NYC and hooked up with litwit, my fabulous hostess. Next up??? Dinner with the gang and Grey Gardens.

Stay tuned....

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Doh!

What a bonehead I am.... I just now discovered all the comments from people have been moderated and not showing up. I have to tinker with my settings, I just thought people didn't love me and weren't commenting....

So I'm sorry. I wasn't ignoring all of you lovely people who make comments. I just kind of lost you. Sigh.

Start Spreading the News....

I'm leaving, well, okay, tomorrow, for New York City! Woohoo! Certainly a weekend with friends & opera & shows & fun is just what the doctor ordered (can I pick that up at the pharmacy, please?)

Am looking forward to seeing my peeps, my Diva, Grey Gardens and Company. Oooh, can't wait to get home and start packing!!

Tag!

Sarahb has tagged me.... she said.... pick up the nearest book, turn to page 123, and copy the 5th, 6th and 7th sentences.

Here goes - from the first book I found here on my desk at the office...
"Before his first in person interview, Aaron found out as much as he could about the company. He scoured the company's website, reviewed its annual report and searched for recent news articles. Because this company was a direct competitor of his current employer, he knew a bit about some of the market and manufacturing challenges it was facing, and he prepared questions about how the company intended to address these challenges."

-"How to Choose the Right Person for the Right Job Every Time" - Lori Davila and Louise Kursmark.


Hmmmm. I tag April, Simone and Emily.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Random Thoughts

#1 - 200 million roses are going to be purchased and exchanged today. How is it possible that NONE of them will be given to me?

#2 - Michael Braverman, creator of Life Goes On is also the brainchild behind Armed and Famous (the now defunct CBS show that put LaToya Jackson on the Muncie IN police force)

Happy Birthday, Renee!



Happy birthday to my favorite Diva!

Friday, February 02, 2007

broadway bears!


Okay, how cute is this Mrs. Lovett Bear? She can be yours, if you place a bid with
the Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS Broadway Bears auction. Signed by Ms. Patti LuPone herself!

Anyone want to place a bid for me?? Come on, you know you want to... and I'm sick!!

** Update: so, my link isn't working. It's www.broadwaycares.org. Go. Bid. There are LOTS of cute bears, signed by all kinds of broadway royalty!

I promise, this will be my last post dealing with 'bears' in any way, shape, or form... (unless they win on Sunday...)

she made a hat...


My mom has made great progress in her knitting. I am still on rectangles, but she made a hat!

It is on the NiWeHi mascot, the wolf, in celebration of Da Bears (yours truly knitted the orange scarf you see adorning his neck!)

Thursday, February 01, 2007

ill wind, blow away....

I.Hate.Being.Sick.

Went to the doctor yesterday - waited a long time. Foolishly had not brought my own reading material and read an interesting assortment of waiting room periodicals - Jane, American Baby (it was on the chair next to me) Time, and Cottage Living.

Still have a sinus infection, and the doctor provided me with some lovely pharmaceutical products. I'm on them for 2 weeks and then I hope it's better.

Got Marian Keyes' newsletter for January. She was sick with a similar malady. Between our hypochondriac drama queen tendencies and shared interest in shoes and bags, it's like we were seperated at birth, or something.

Read All About It... July 21st!

News from Gryffindor Tower..... The 7th installment of the Harry Potter series is being published July 21st

Gotta go and start reading the others again so I can wrack up more points in those Scholastic Harry Potter quizzes....

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Da Bears....


Everyone's gone Bears wild!



Even me, who doesn't know a first down from a hoe down..... But what the hell, our city deserves to have some fun... My personal favorite, aside from the lighted buildings above (thanks, Chicago Tribune!) are the themed drinks the Four Seasons are offering.... such as.... "Rex on the Beach"

Hahahahaha.



Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Do Not Mock The Reiki Master

I have my first reiki massage this evening. I didn't do it on purpose. Well, okay, I did - I signed up for massage therapy at the venerable Skokie Park District (I pass their hypnotic orange neon sign every day on my way to and from work) with a guy named Phillip (reminding me of the great exchange on Will and Grace: Guy: "My name is Filip." Grace: "Hello, Phillip." Guy: "No, Filip, with an F." Grace: "I'm sorry, what did I say?" Guy: "Phillip. With a PH." Makes me laugh every time.). I just really want someone to loosen up the massive knots in my shoulders, with more pressure than I have to do it myself (and more time to devote to my muscular tension than just a few minutes). But I got a call from old Phil yesterday asking if we could make the appointment about 15 minutes later. He described it as "reiki-ssage" for he is a Reiki Master. I googled reiki, and it sounds very mystical. The Reiki Master channels the reiki energy into your pain and does some kind of healing of the chi. Riiiiight. Still I am keeping an open mind. I don't have to do all of my therapy sessions with the Reiki Master. And I will have to try hard not to giggle like I do during yoga, sitting there and chanting "om" - if you mess with the Reiki Master, he can like, put a hex on my chi, or something. don't want that.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

still sick...

i'm still sick. i HATE being sick. i am a complete hypochondriac, and if things don't get better with the use of over the counter medications or weird symptoms present themselves, naturally, i hit WebMD with a vengeance and freak myself out with all the things that could possibly be wrong with me.

what i think is wrong this time is my tmj. stress (now i wonder why i'd be stressed? oh, right. "leadership transitions," doing the work of 5 people, etc etc) makes me clench my jaw in my sleep. i also tend to carry stress in my neck and shoulders and as a result, i have a knot in my right shoulder muscle the size of cleveland. the most irritating symptom i've encountered through this is dizziness/vertigo, whatever you want to call it. oye, what a pain. it's the weirdest thing and nothing seems to help it, which kicks my hypochondriac tendencies into overdrive.

went to the dentist yesterday and i've never been so happy to see that man in my life. usually i hate going to the dentist. i always wonder why people decide to become dentists. you're looking in people's mouths all day, smelling their stink breath, making them bleed and cry, lecture them about flossing etc. no one is happy to see you, ever. it's a tough job. i am glad my dentists (a family business - father and sons) are willing to do it.

anywho. got the splint fixed and the jaw pain is better. yesterday, i had a flash of brilliance - a massage to ease my sore and painful muscles.

well, helloooooo. i don't know why i hadn't thought of that sooner. i tried to be all medical about it, contacting my health club to see if their massage therapist is still on staff (nope). i went to the skokie park district and signed myself up for 5 sessions with a guy called phillip (with a ph). but they don't start until later in the week, and i was desperate for some kind of comfort. so i booked myself for a massage today at a place called "heavenly massage."

yes, i had my doubts on going to a place that sounded like a porno parlor, but it really is a very nice little spa right in my neighborhood. my deep tissue massage lasted an hour and is, i think, the nicest thing i've ever done for myself in my life so far. i highly recommend it to anyone.

stay tuned to the health report for further developments in my life....

hopefully, this week will be better than last week - it will start off on a bright note - we are seeing Turandot at Lyric tomorrow night!

Friday, January 26, 2007

california dreamin'

I saw Mahagonny many many years ago at Lyric Opera of Chicago. I didn't like it, I didn't understand it. I remember only two things about it:

1. Catherine Malfitano was in it (which I am sure contributed to my dislike of it. I'm just not a fan of hers...)

2. Every so often, a polar bear wandered around the stage. Not a real one, of course, a guy in a polar bear costume. He would come in for a few scenes and leave. For no apparent reason. My friend and opera buddy cara tried to tell me that it was a reference to a 'bear' economy, but i feel that is a bit of a stretch. I also want to say at one point he was on skis.... but I could just be making that up. It was a while ago...

All that being said, I would happily, happily go to Los Angeles if I had the money and the days off to see these two in a john doyle production of this opera.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

In Latte, Veritas

starbucks has, for a while (i guess) been putting pithy words of wisdom on their cups so that the average coffee drinker can be enlightened when they are enjoying their caffeinated beverages. and so, this morning, as i am enjoying my cinnamon dolce latte(to which i am seriously addicted), i can also ponder this thought, brought to me by Dr. Laura:

"Many people search blindly for the 'meaning of life.' What they don't understand is that life does not have meaning through mere existence or acquisition or fun. The meaning of life is inherent in the connections we make to others through honor and obligation."

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Is it February yet??


24 more days until I get to have a vacation!! Thinking about seeing the DIVINE RENEE FLEMING and having some adventures with friends puts me in a real New York State of Mind....

Monday, January 22, 2007

talk amongst yourselves

Too busy wallowing in illness to say anything interesting. So in the meantime, enjoy this blast from the past... and celebrate the fact that i was able to insert it!

Sunday, January 21, 2007

awwwww, yeahhhhh!!

Da Bears 39
Da Saints 14

Superbowl 41, Baby!!!!!

one to go....

GO
BEARS
!!!!!

Sunday, January 14, 2007

the sunday horoscope...

Sagittarius:
Today is a 7. Recent developments cause you to reconsider. This is a good thing. The decision you reach next is better than the one you made before.

the hypochondriac drama queen

I have not fallen into a blogging black hole, I am here. I've just been swamped with the usual - work, thesis, work, bears vs. seahawks.... all the usual stuff.

Then last Sunday, enter my new superhero alter ego, Dizzy Grrl. One minute I'd be fine, the next, overcome by vertigo (and NOT the chirpy U2 ditty that currently serves as my ring tone). This went on a few days. I got a massive headache on Monday (but really, I was planning our retreat this week,writing an unprecedented half dozen proposals, doing client work, etc etc etc.) but chalked it up to stress. When the headaches kept getting worse and the dizziness intensified (to the point where everything was an adventure! work! retreat! and especially... driving!) I decided to....

TAKE A SICK DAY ON FRIDAY.

this should tell you how badly i was feeling. usually, i haul my sorry self into the office come rain or shine, in sickness and health etc. But i decided to go to the doctor instead.

i remember now, taking sick days off from school was actually kind of fun. you didn't have to worry about anything that day, you could just lay around in bed, watch oprah, get taken to the doctor, eat soup, whatever. it sucks now. i had to take my own dizzy self to the doctor, get my own medicine, etc. and there was none of that, don't worry about work, you're sick, just relax. i was checking my work email to see what i was missing. i stopped because my kitty jumped on my chair and made it impossible for me to sit and type.

oh- so anyway - i don't have a brain tumor or anything, just a sinus infection. i got many lovely drugs that will hopefully start working any second now.

now, if you will excuse me, i have some work to do....

Friday, January 05, 2007

my heart's a flutter....

BRILLIANT NEWS from Playbill.com. Must see if I can get to this when I am in NYC this month. If not, will just have to drag myself back there again. It's tough, but you gotta do what you gotta do.... but Michael, what's with the porn star moustache?

Sunday, December 31, 2006

new year's resolutions

i like to make resolutions. keeping them is something else, of course, but i think i've actually been pretty good about that, too, if a little late. one of my resolutions of old was to take voice lessons, and i've done that (need to get back to it, especially if i am going to be called upon to perform at work functions), learn to knit (check), and once, notably, to remove a pair of boots from under my desk at work. doesn't sound like a big job, does it? but it took me years to bring them home from under there. they moved cubicles with me and everything.

i read an article by ellen degeneres - she suggests writing resolutions in lemon juice on parchment paper, readable only if you hold a candle up to the paper, so you can feel like a pirate. maybe later. for now, i will just broadcast these resolutions to the world.....

1. Finish the !@&#(#@!** thesis. Be more persistent w/deadbeat advisor and make him be useful to me. It is, after all, his job.

2. Join some kind of gym and work out more than once a week.

3. Spend less time at Starbucks. Otherwise, I will become VERY finnie-esque and that gym membership will be very handy indeed.

4. Follow my own damn bliss. New job? Possibly. More travel? Most likely.

5. Learn to knit more than long rectangles. I can do scarves. But I've only got one head. I'd like to learn how to purl, and how to do more exciting stitches and make some more interesting things.

Yeah, that's all I've got right now.

memories of 2006

lyric opera internship and brushes with royalty at the wine auction. manon at the met. coffee with alison. meeting mim and iris. backstage at the met in our 'living room'. fourth of july in manhattan. getting diva lessons from my own personal doyennes of fabulosity (you know who you are). sweeney todd in april. and july. and september. sondheim soiree and slumber spectacular. goodbye edge, hello gypsy, and shout out to safe hondas. a get well care package from renee fleming. meeting the patti. heidi's birthday fondue. no more part time slave labor at archiver's. cinnamon dolce lattes. being a commuter. 'graduating' from columbia. front row seats at the closing night of sweeney. bringing my grandmother backstage at ravinia to meet renee. max brenner's chocolate cafe. the grant park south underground parking garage. high level office teasing. scrap manias. sundays in central parkwith friends (and sometimes spills). the renee fleming reality tour. picnics on the lawn at ravinia in 'our spot'. mocha marble macchiatos. my group. knitting. scrapping. writing my thesis (or at least trying to). goodbye gs. gypsy and gypsy and gypsy. making new friends. keeping clients happy. this blog. hot hot summer and mild winter. renee's lyric opera concert. patti's jcc concert. tea and sympathy. patti. audra. bernadette. monday memo mad libs. breathing the same air as stephen sondheim twice. stage door madness. magic in the making. work work and more work. pink razor phone. saying goodbye to uncle tony and diane. pyramid tea bags. singing at the holiday party. white elephant gift exchange. spending time with family. you tube. surfing the net. i am sure there's more....

happy new year.

Friday, December 29, 2006

Hazelnuts Unite!!!!


Tonight.... Sister Hazel at Chicago's House of Blues. I can't recall the last time I was even AT the House of Blues (a little scary), or the last time I saw SH. I do love them, though - it was for them that I went on the Rock Boat 3 times, and this blog is named for a song of theirs off the album "Lift." So it will be fun to see them again. I will have to get back into the rock show mentality - doors: 7:30. Opening act: 9:00. Sister Hazel 10:30. Last night, I was in bed at 10:30.... but anyway....

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Thought for the Day... Watch this Space...

Leave you? Leave you?
How could I leave you?
How could I go it alone?
Could I wave the years away
With a quick goodbye?
How do you wipe tears away
When your eyes are dry?

Oh, leave you? Leave you?
How could I leave you?
Sweetheart, I have to confess:
Could I leave you?
Yes.
Will I leave you?
Will I leave you?
Guess!

(Stephen Sondheim, Follies)

Sunday, December 24, 2006

merry christmas

i remember when i was growing up, i couldn't wait until christmas. it was always the best time of year. this year, though, it has managed to sneak up on me. though the holiday cards were made around halloween, i didn't manage to send them until last weekend and in some cases, early to mid week last week (i much prefer making the cards to sending them). the same thing happened in our company - but on a larger scale. things happened that took our minds off sending the cards, nobody wanted to sign them, or do anything with them, really, so it was up to me and a few others in the office. they got out on thursday, i think.

i had a few gifts bought, but was still trolling the store aisles as late as yesterday. one of the gifts i'd bought for one friend in particular i found less than inspiring, so i scrapped the whole idea and got her something entirely different (yesterday). and we finished the actual wrapping of the presents yesterday, too (and i know my mom was still wrapping this morning). for whatever reason, the holiday does not mean as much this year as it used to. what's with the holiday apathy??? oh, i really don't know.

holiday shopping isn't even fun any more - for once in my life, i think i am shopped out. there are just people everywhere, and everyone is RUDE, even the store workers themselves. yesterday, i saw this gorgeous shirt in a store window, and went to find it in the shop. i couldn't find it anywhere, so i asked a sales associate if they had it, or if she could get it out of the window for me. she gave me a total hard time about it, and pretty much refused to get it out of the window (something to do with how it was hanging, i guess). so i left. but here's the thing that gets me - she would rather have me leave and lose a sale completely than try and actually like be helpful and I don't know, do her job?? she didn't offer any other kind of help - like offer to check the back, or say something like, that one is sold out, but we've got it in blue (because they did). Nope. Hello? What happened to 'the customer is always right' and 'give the lady what she wants'??? I guess not. So they lost a sale, and now I am going to think things like, well, gosh, there's a bitchy sales chick in the New York & Company in Golf Mill Shopping Center in Niles, so I don't think I want to shop there any more. i've worked in retail in the holidays, i know what people are like, so i try and be nice when i am a customer and cut them some slack. but i always tried to actually be helpful to people when they were looking for things, or offer alternatives or something, so that they bought something (because i would have bought something).... but i went somewhere else and bought things instead, and nobody really cares any more, anyway. apathy everywhere.

but anyway. there are nicer things to think about, for instance: i finished knitting my first scarf! it is beautiful and i wore it out today. hooray! i have also discovered several cute little knitting stores, and even though i am totally intimidated, and can only do scarves at the moment, i always go in and buy some gorgeous yarn. i've got so much yarn, and so many needles, it's crazy.

AND - tonight i am off with the family to a christmas eve party given by some friends of my parents. that should be fun..... tomorrow it is over the river and thru the woods to grandmother's house for christmas day... tuesday it's after christmas shopping (because i will be DONE with the family togetherness thing) and wednesday it's back to work.

merry christmas, everyone!

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Public Embarassment

You didn't think I would forget to post about the holiday party, did you? Ah, enforced jolity with the co-workers, always a good time. We needed the time to bond and unwind together, given certain sudden changes we've been seeing around here.

We had a luncheon, complete with party planning committee. Our party had an agenda. (Item #1 - FUN!) Seriously. Planned activities included a showcase of talent among our staff (mostly the junior staff, interestingly enough...) I was roped into singing. I agreed out of guilt, based primarily on the following conversation:

Colleague - Hey K, do you wanna sing with Coworker?
Me - Ummmm, NO! (running by on the way to the bathroom)
Now, keep in mind, I'd just been on a 2 hour conference call, it was past lunch time, I was starving, needed caffeine and use of the bathroom. I was still in my little depressing conference call world, and thus the response was a bit more sharp than I would have intended it to be. So I went back, massive bottle of soda in hand and said I was sorry, hadn't had caffeine or food, etc etc, was very cranky and did she mean sing NOW? NO, was the response, at the party tomorrow!
I didn't really want to, but I agreed b/c had sounded like such a beeeyotch before. I get so nervous, with people watching me, I just start shaking. Stage fright. Very bad. Did I really want to get up in front of all these people and have them think I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket? Not especially....

We agreed to sing Winter Wonderland and all went well, I guess. No one, and this is important, said anything at the time... Other entertainment included salsa dance lessons and some Irish drumming. We also had a white elephant gift exchange which was fun.... although entirely missing the point of the true white elephant (unlike last year's exchange among my friends, one of whom contributed to the exchange a photo frame with a picture of her ex boyfriend in it.). This was only to our benefit though - who wants crappy gifts?? I got some chocolate and a starbucks card, the perfect gift!

Ok, so fast forward to today - one of my esteemed colleagues took pictures of all this, which she forwarded around to THE WHOLE STAFF. One of the pictures is called 'singing finger' which showed me singing and holding a page with the words on it (helpful, not because i needed the words, but because i could look at them, rather than out at the crowd, all of whom were staring at me. I guess my Inner Diva was out to lunch that day...) - I guess I was holding it weirdly and one of my fingers - guess which one - (Go ahead, guess!) is visible, so it looks like i am flipping off the staff. Good one. Very smooth move. I had no idea I was doing it. I just wanted to get through the !@#$($ song. She sent around some other pictures, too, but not as bad as that. Am hiding in mortification under my desk.

(And, for the record. Yes, there is a picture. No, you don't get to see it).

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Do I Hear A Waltz?

Last night, mom and I went to Lyric to see Die Fledermaus. Now, this is what I've been waiting for them to do all season.

Gorgeous sets? Check.
Amazing ensemble cast of singers and actors? Check! Check! Check!
Crazy talented dancers doing elaborate dance numbers including the famed waltzes? Check.
No parking hassles because I decided to spring for valet?? Check!

From the moment the overture started and those familiar strains started to play, I knew it was going to be great. It was as light and frothy and sparkling as the 'king champagne' they sing about. It was also really funny - the titles helped my understanding, of course since I do not speak deutsch, but the cast was very expressive and funny themselves, in their voices of courses, but also in their body language. Rosalinde was playbed by the talented coloratura Andrea Rost, Gabriel by the hunky Bo Skovhus, and the tenor Bonaventura Bottone (gotta love that name) - but it was the soprano playing the chamber maid, Marlis Petersen, who absolutely stole the show. The opera clocked in at 3 and a half hours, but it flew by like the titular fledermaus. Definitely my favorite of the season so far...

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Happy, Happy Birthday


It's my mom's birthday!
Let's all sing!


Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday dear Stephanie!

Happy birthday to you!

Here's to many many more!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Christmas Songs...

Today in the Sun Times, there is a poll on the best Christmas song. None of their choices even come close to any of my favorites. Here, in random order are my choices, instead:

-White Christmas (but the version they play in the movie "Home Alone" can't think of the artist right now)

-The Bells of St. Paul (Linda Eder)

-Face of Love (Jewel)

-Baby Please Come Home (U2 - I mean come on! Bono! Christmas carols! YES!)

-Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (the Pretenders. I also really enjoy Patti LuPone's version)

-Rockin'Around the Christmas Tree (the original, by Brenda Lee, not the crappy version by Jessica Simpson)

-Merry Christmas from the Family (The Dixie Chicks. No joke!)

-We Need a Little Christmas Now (from Mame)

-Happy Christmas (War is Over) (John Lennon, my favorite Beatle. Not to be confused with my favorite Beadle, who would be Alex Gemignani. sorry. too much sugar this afternoon)

-River (Renee Fleming)

Thursday, December 07, 2006

No More Drama!


Time for a little holiday cheer, Patti style (thanks to the most excellent group of Patti fans I came across on the net... http://community.livejournal.com/the_patti/)

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

sure could use them here right now...

Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it
No one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south
It's the blind leading the blonde
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright

God has got his phone off the hook
Would he even pick up if he could
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging 'round this neighborhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low
It's the blind leading the blonde
It's the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith
And the love...what's that you say to me
Does love...light up your Christmas tree
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Where do we go
Where do we go
Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door

It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on
If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angelsWhere do we go
I don't want to lie(Where do we go)
I don't want to have a feel for the song
And I want to love, and I...(Where do we go)
And I want to feel alone
U2
"If God Will Send His Angels"

Sunday, December 03, 2006

My First Diva...

I've always had opera in my life (with a last name like mine, it's pretty much a given. most likely genetic). When I was younger, my mom would wake me up for school by playing music - many times it would be an album of arias by Luciano Pavarotti. I also remember in grade school, watching Amadeus and Carmen in music class, and going on field trips to Lyric Opera and the CSO. So it isn't altogether surprising that I like opera, am a season subscriber to Lyric Opera (for several years) and have a fan group dedicated to the lovely and fabulous Ms. Renee Fleming.

But my very first soprano, and my first Diva (capital D) was Maria Callas (who would have celebrated her 83rd birthday yesterday). I stumbled across Maria entirely by accident - I'd watched a mini-series about Aristotle Onassis and was facinated by Maria - who was not a major "character" in the series and was never shown singing. I was full of questions about her - firstly, what did she sound like? what happened to her in the course of her own life? I ran out to the library, got some of her vast catalogue of music, and started listening and learning. I was born a year after she died, so I never had the chance to see her on stage. It says something about the power of her voice that I was so hooked just by recordings. Hers is not a pretty voice, but there's something else there - a strength, an edge, a certain power and drama that I just was drawn into. Her story is also compelling - growing up in Greece during the German occupation, her transformation from an awkward chubby girl into a beautiful, thin social Diva, all of it just added to the fascination for me. Maria sang so many of the iconic opera roles, and I listened to (and now own) many of her recordings. She gave me strong foundation into the repertoire and I enthusiastically explored it.

I have since moved on - other singers, other repertoire, and experiencing opera through attending performances (at Lyric, where Maria helped open the fledgling company founded in 1954). But you know, it's true what they say: you never forget your first.

Happy Birthday, Maria.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

hello, moto...

am completely in love with my new cell phone - hot pink motorola razor. birthday present to myself - woohoo!

i wonder if i can get my boss's daughter (who is 11) to help me set up my voicemail????

The Beautiful Voice

I love telling the story of how I founded my Yahoo group, dedicated to opera diva, Renee Fleming... and what better time to tell it than on its 7th birthday?

In college, my roommate Cara and I had gotten into the tradition of seeing on opera to celebrate our birthdays (mine and her sister's on 11/24 and hers on 12/3). In 1999, we got nosebleed tickets to see Alcina at Lyric Opera of Chicago - on the 23rd, the day before my 21st birthday (since the opera was 4 hours long, it would actually BE my birthday by the time it was all over). We were excited to see Renee Fleming in person - we had watched her on the PBS broadcast of The Met's production of The Marriage of Figaro, and had worn out our collective tapes, watching her sing "Dov'e sono" over and over and over again.

Prior to the actual opera, we went to visit my friend Heidi at The University of Chicago, where she had discovered a lecture series, featuring the diva. She knew that I'd be interested in going, and she told me the where and the when. Cara and I, always happy to be free of our dorm room and the dining hall food, were on the next train to Hyde Park.

So, honestly, I don't remember a lot of what Renee actually talked about during this conversation. It was about gender roles in opera, specifically Alcina, and I remember she was very relaxed and composed, and was a very articulate speaker. Afterwards, we decided to hang around and see if we could try and meet her. The auditorium emptied, except for a few University notables hovering around by the stage. Nobody told us to leave, so we wandered down by the stage ourselves. Renee came back out, by herself, and stood on the stage. No one went up to her or tried to guide her anywhere else.... a few people started going up to her - just fans, not University types, so we went up on stage, too. She spent some time chatting with the others, then turned her attention to us. I don't remember who started the conversation, but it came up that we were seeing Alcina as our birthday treat, and Cara asked her if there was any part in the opera that was her favorite, or anything we should watch out for in particular and she said (direct and often quoted quote coming up) "Why don't you do me a favor and come backstage after you see it? We can talk about it."

Well, we were shocked and amazed and delighted. I had asked her to sign an Opera News ad featuring her latest cd release Strauss Heroines and she'd asked me in awed tones, "You read Opera News?" And I said yes. She asked us if we sang, and we said no, and she said, "So you just... like opera?" Yup. She took my name - heard the last name and said "Well, that explains it!" See, it's genetic. Good old "Uncle Enrico." We ate at the Medici that night and kept reliving the evening during the meal, especially the part where a famous opera singer asked us to do her a favor....

The 23 rolled around and it was business as usual - we went to class but I don't think it did us much good, we were too excited. We had class downtown at the Art Institute where we were joined by Cara's sister Susie. We ate and walked down to Lyric in the rain. Our seats were way up in the upper balcony - we could tell when Renee was on stage because of her bright red wig (and of course that gorgeous voice). It was my first Handel opera. I remember stark settings and beautiful beautiful baroque music much of which was along the "my life really stinks" vein - and I remember some of the other singers - Natalie Dessay and Jennifer Larmore in particular.

Then it was time to go backstage.... We'd never been back there before and had no idea what to do or say. Fortunately, it's pretty easy to get backstage at Lyric, so we found our way and then found ourselves waiting outside Renee's dressing room. I remember that there weren't many other people back there waiting for her. I'm not sure there were actually any other people waiting for her. We saw Jennifer Larmore go by and asked her to sign our programs, which she did, and she also graciously posed for a photo.

Renee opened the door to her room, looked at us and said "Happy birthday??" We were so surprised and amazed that she remembered this, after only having met us the once. We had brought her some small gifts (Godiva chocolates and something else... don't remember what) and she said 'I should be giving you presents since it's your birthday...' We talked about the opera "Did you have good seats?" Renee asked. We said no. "Did you have a pillow?" She asked next, since it was so long... We talked a little more about the opera, and she signed our programs (mine says 'happy birthday' on it.). She got one of the other singers (Kathleen Kuhlmann) to take a photo of all of us together, and asked us how we'd gotten there and if we'd be okay getting home. We said we would be okay, thanked her (profusely) and took our leave.

I think we were on Cloud 9 for the rest of the night - the rest of the week - and told everyone we knew (several times) about our encounter with this sweet, kind, down to earth diva. After a while, I ran out of people to tell. My friends are wonderful but aren't really into opera (although they listen patiently while I tell my stories, bless them). So I looked around online for an internet community about Renee. Surprisingly, there wasn't one, so I decided to start one.

It went from two members (me and Heidi, who I roped into joining so I wouldn't be lonely) and is now, 7 years later, close to 400 members. We have members all over the US and all over the world, and I have been lucky enough to meet many of them. Many I haven't met in person I have "met" online. I talk to some of these lovely people every day via email.

I have seen Renee many more times since that first encounter, and each time, she always surprises me by being so sweet, down to earth and wonderful, AND she's got a great memory for people, which I find just amazing, given the number of people she comes into contact with every day. So, thanks, Renee, for being the inspiration for this online community! My life has been so much richer because of you, and because of this group.

Happy 7th birthday to us!

Friday, November 24, 2006

written in the stars...

from the Chicago Tribune

Today's Birthday:
"This could be your best year yet. You're confident and good looking, the money's coming in and you speak the truth powerfully. If your closets are clean, run for office."


Well, I like the "confident and good looking" part... Jupiter, apparently, is in my sign today symbolizing good luck and abundance. So, you know, that's good. I feel really old already, although not old enough to be able to run for office yet. Too bad.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

happy thanksgiving!

And now for a classic... Adam Sandler's Thanksgiving song...

Love to eat turkey Love to eat turkey Love to eat turkey
Cause it's good
Love to eat turkey
Like a good boy should
Cause it's turkey to eat So good
Turkey for meT urkey for you
Let's eat the turkeyIn my big brown shoe
Love to eat the turkey
At the tableI once saw a movie
With Betty Grable
Eat that turkey
All night long
Fifty million Elvis fans
Can't be wrong
Turkey turkey doo and Turkey turkey dap
I eat that turkey
Then I take a nap

Thanksgiving is a special night
Jimmy Walker used to say Dynomite!
That's right Turkey with gravy and cranberry
Can't believe they traded Darryl Strawberry.
Turkey for you and Turkey for me
Can't believe TysonGave that girl V.D.
White meat, dark meat
You just can't lose
I fell off my moped
And I got a bruiseTurkey in the oven
And the buns in the toaster
I'll never take downMy Cheryl Tiegs poster
Wrap that turkey upIn aluminum foil
My brother likes to masturbate
With baby oil
Turkey and sweet potato pie
Sammy Davis Jr.Only had one eye
Turkey for the girls and Turkey for the boys
My favorite kind of pant
Are corduroys
Gobble gobble goo and Gobble gobble gickel
I wish turkeyOnly cost a nickel
Oh I love turkey on Thanksgiving

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

and while i am at it...

anyone shopping for last minute birthday gifts for that special someone (aHEM)... I am in need of a new keychain... www.bushslastday.com

Michael Moore's Pledge...

See what happens when I have too much free time and the heart is too heavy to do work?

Michael Moore's pledge
The liberal filmmaker extends an olive branch to disheartened conservatives.
By Michael Moore, MICHAEL MOORE directed the Oscar-winning documentary "Bowling for Columbine" and "Fahrenheit 9/11." His next film, "Sicko," will be released this summer.
November 17, 2006
I WOULD LIKE TO extend an olive branch. Those of you who consider yourselves conservative and usually vote Republican have not had a very good couple of weeks. Trust me, I know how this feels.
In fact, those of us on the other side of the fence don't really know what it's like to win, so if we seem a bit awkward right now (were we supposed to vote for the majority leader the speaker said to vote for, or stick to our promise to the other guy?), forgive us.
I know you are dismayed at the results of last week's election. You've got to be freaking out about what this bunch of tree-hugging, latte-sipping, men-kissing-men advocates will do now that the country is in our hands. I don't blame you. We'd never admit it, but we secretly admire you because you know how to chop down a tree, take your coffee black and enjoy watching women kissing women. Good on you!
What I don't want is for you to drop into the deep funk we liberals have been in for two-plus decades. Yes, your Republican revolution is over, but hang in there. And do not despair. I, and the millions who voted for Democrats, have no interest in revenge for the last 12 years. In fact, let me make 12 promises as to how we will treat you, the minority, in the coming years.
Thus, here is "A Liberal's Pledge to Disheartened Conservatives":
1) We will always respect you. We will never, ever, call you "unpatriotic" simply because you disagree with us. In fact, we encourage you to dissent and disagree with us.
2) We will let you marry whomever you want (even though some among us consider your Republican behavior to be "different" or "immoral"). Who you marry is none of our business. Love, and be in love * it's a wonderful gift.
3) We will not spend your grandchildren's money on our personal whims or to enrich our friends. It's your checkbook too, and we will balance it for you.
4) When we soon bring our sons and daughters home from Iraq, we will bring your sons and daughters home too. We promise never to send your kids off to war based on some amateur Power Point presentation cooked up by men who have never been to war.
5) When we make America the last Western democracy to have universal health coverage, and all Americans are able to get help when they fall ill, we promise that you too will be able to see a doctor, regardless of your ability to pay. And when stem cell research delivers treatments and cures for diseases that afflict you and your loved ones, we'll make sure those advances are available to you and your family too.
6) When we clean up our air and water, you too will be able to breathe the cleaner air and drink the purer water. When we put an end to global warming, you will no longer have to think about buying oceanfront property in Yuma.
7) Should a mass murderer ever kill 3,000 people on our soil, we will devote every single resource to tracking him down and bringing him to justice. Immediately. We will protect you.
8) We will never stick our nose in your bedroom or your womb. What you do there as consenting adults is your business. We will continue to count your age from the moment you were born, not the moment you were conceived.
9) We will not take away your hunting guns. If you need an automatic weapon or a handgun to kill a bird or a deer, then you really aren't much of a hunter and you should, perhaps, take up another sport. In the meantime, we will arm the deer to make it a fairer fight.
10) When we raise the minimum wage, we will raise it for your employees too. They will use that money to buy more things, which means you will get the money back! And when women are finally paid what men make, we will pay conservative women that wage too.
11) We will respect your religious beliefs, even when you don't practice those beliefs. In fact, we will actively seek to promote your most radical religious beliefs ("Blessed are the peacemakers," "Love your enemies," "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God" and "Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me"). We will let people in other countries know that God doesn't just bless America, he blesses everyone. We will discourage religious intolerance and fanaticism * starting here at home.
12) We will not tolerate politicians who are corrupt and break the law. And we promise you we will go after the corrupt politicians on our side first. If we fail to do this, we need you to call us on it. Simply because we are in power does not give us the right to turn our heads the other way when our party goes astray. Please perform this important duty as the loyal opposition.
I promise all of the above to you because this is your country too. You are every bit as American as we are. We are all in this together. We sink or swim as one. Thank you for your years of service to this country and for giving us the opportunity to see if we can make things a bit better for our 300 million fellow Americans * and for the rest of the world.
Now pull yourself together and let's go have a Frappuccino