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March 2013

My swift descent into [temporary] madness

1127 words. Starting on the 19th, sometime around noon, I fell ill. As I type this I've climbed mostly out of it, though I expect the cough to wane. Friends on Google+ witnessed the madness of this experience and I thought others should share in it as well, since they won't be bothered to use G+ like the cool kids.

It's long, but if you dig me, you'll dig it. I promise. Excerpts and screenshots follow...

Tuesday, woke up in a great mood, virus hit me in the face around lunchtime.

"I have the TV on but muted because I forgot about it. I do that.

There is a soap opera on, and I thought, "Wow, is that Scotty? I don't like what he did to his face." He has that thing where all his face is in the lower half? And Botox.

And a couple minutes later I looked up and there was Luke, and so the woman turns out to be Laura. 30 years is a long time, man.

Apparently Tristan Rogers still turns up now and then as Robert Scorpio. I was way into him. 

Show looks super boring, though. People seem to be having many heartfelt and tearful conversations.

Also, Scott, Laura, and Luke appear to be having the exact same story from 1980. 

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Wednesday: fever has taken hold

"Rory Swan posted that triangle diagram with the angles marked good looks, intelligence, emotional stability, and at the midsection it says "pick two."

Now I can't decide if my answer is feverishly profound or just feverish. But I think there's something in it. :-)

:We're just all different types of triangles. Equilateral, scalene, isosceles, and we have different degrees of angles, so some are right, some are acute, etc. In the end, it all adds up to 180ยบ, and we just need to find the correct triangle to match up with and form a happy quadrilateral.:

(Not that I think you can't be a perfectly content polygon all on your own...)

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"Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted??!

And more importantly, why has no one brought me cake? I would like lemon, or spice, or just a good white or yellow cake with a fluffy old-fashioned boiled frosting. 

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"Alec Baldwin once tweeted at someone, "You are a tedious, pedantic bore, but your engagement on the issue is admirable."

"Talk of this new Google app reminded me I had not signed into Evernote on my replacement Kindle Fire, and they didn't recognize the device so I had to type five words from "recent" notes. And out of nearly 3 years of notes, the only thing that came to mind was my 2011 Thanksgiving list. So I named some Thanksgiving dinner stuff and it worked.

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"I'm watching Ride the High Country from 1962 with Randolph Scott and Joel McCrea. I was thinking that McCrea looked very groovy to me even as an old man. But it turns out he was just 57 when he made this movie. And that's only 10 years older than me...perhaps not actually an old man... Vlcsnap2012121616h36m12

Thursday: dashed optimism

"Mama I'm so tired but I just don't wanna sleep.

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"Um, what's on my mind. 

~I went ahead and made an Aviation on ice, to calm my chest. I'll have to drink a lot of water afterwards, but I have been anyway.

~I bet 99% of you won't share this=I am a horrible person you never want to meet.

~On Sunday, before the Andre Watts concert, there is a Pride champagne buffet. How interesting would that be? But it's raising money for something and is way pricey. Also, no matter how bold you are, milling about alone is still generally a little awkward. 

~I signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo to make sure I finish my new story idea in good time. Here's the thing. I intend for it to be about 70 pages. http://campnanowrimo.org/campers/bibliosylph/novels/i-want-to-believe

~The other day I was having a discussion with someone that led me down a weird Google Image rabbit hole I have not climbed out of, and this is a recent result of that. 

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Friday: shocking turn away from...or toward...something.

"I called one sick boy in here to kill the bug which wasn't bothering me for days when it lived in the window frame behind the heavy blinds but scared and upset me when it flew out to the top of the French doors. It's the kind that will fly at you. Also, it's not native. Or wasn't. And those upset me most. And anyway, he left the hallway door open as he went at the bug with a washcloth and Shadow of Night by Deborah Harkness because they are so hard to kill, and that let the cat in, and she went behind the bed where she will stay forever, breathing loudly and having fur, so then the other sick kid had to come and chase her out with a broom. 

Now I have a headache and I ate cheese and caramel popcorn which is no way to get better or keep fitting into your clothes. And I am really very tired of Karl Malden today because my bedroom is kind of hot but when I leave it, I cough because of walking around and using my respiratory system.

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Saturday: I don't know, at this point, what else to say.

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"It's just about that time of the month. 

No, not during which I wish to join Mr Darcy in the bath so he can wash my back with a Regency-era bathbrush, and eat chocolate and cry.

I think that probably ended, if it ever did exist for me, in a previous -decade- century before I had the tubal ligation. (except the Darcy part. That probably actually increased.)

For me, it's just about that time when sycophants bother me more than usual. When people who speak as though they are composing greeting card verse designed to neuter someone's honest thoughts kind of piss me off. When, and this is especially cruel and horrible of me, men who are not logically-minded but are inclined to approach a subject with emotional delicacy and the tenderness of baby bunny feelings nauseate me even more than usual to the point where I want to substitute the blades in their razor with sarcastically dulled ones so that they will cut their precious sensitive skin on my words. 

I don't want to see out-of-context photos of a single rose with a dewdrop aching to fall from one glistening petal, or cheap cliched sentiment pasted in the Bradley Hand font over a rosy sunrise, or anyone metaphorically fellating a celebrity for some special sentiment they once repeated on a morning TV show interview. 

I mean, I don't feel that way at this exact moment. I'm just stating these things prophylactically because I know it's coming. 

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My Bi-Weekly Cincinnati Outing: Report #4

I hope you enjoyed my little audio post. I'm going to do a better one, hopefully this evening, but for now, here is a long "dates with myself" entry, with a few links and photos for you to enjoy. There would be more photos, but my internet connection seems to feel about as well as I do just now. 

Two weeks ago I spent my afternoon at the Cincinnati Art Museum. I'd been there once or twice before, but not in nearly a year.

I have visited major art museums in Kansas City, Chicago, Detroit, New York, Pittsburgh, and Philadelphia. They each have something special about them. In New York, in that massive old building, you see art you've heard about all your life. In Philadelphia you see what seems like a true richness of creativity. Lots of good examples of 20th century style; Post-Impressionism, Cubism, Abstract Expressionism, Color Field, etc. Detroit has some great sculpture . I remember least about Chicago but what I do remember is being completely immersed in culture. Pittsburgh is a city that is practically made of art and beauty amidst a certain amount of decay. I'd want to talk more about the contemporary art there and could write pages.

The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City is one of my favorite places to be out of everywhere I've been. It's beautiful, inside and out. There is a wealth of treasure there, literally, particularly the Imperial Chinese collection. And it's free, so you can wander in and out as you please, as you enjoy the complete outdoor setting, most especially in late Spring and early Autumn.

So for me, the Cincinnati Art Museum has a lot to measure up to. It does, you know, in one particular area of focus I'd never seen at another museum. That is local art, and in particular, the local art movement here in the 19th century. There was a thriving art culture here, you see, and the museum has great examples of it, but especially very good education on it. You really *learn* when you are at this museum, if you wish to.

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My Bi-Weekly Cincinnati Outing: Report #3

Two weeks ago I went to Clifton to see what that's all about, and to see Amour. I'm really looking forward to going back there. The movie theater is pretty cool, there are many interesting restaurants around, and little shops to poke through. 

I'd been looking forward to seeing Amour for months, but then I kept putting it off because it looked so sad. But I decided I wanted to see it before the Academy Awards, so I went ahead, and I'm so glad I did. It's the best movie I've seen in quite a long time. 

Before the movie, it was hard to decide what to eat, but I ended up going pretty ordinary, to a place called Olives for their breakfast buffet. I had a Bloody Mary, and was entertained by people behind me having a very joyous birthday party. These were real friends enjoying each others' company. It was nice. And the food wasn't bad. I'll go back and try something from the bar, something from the regular menu. 

There's a nice park overlooking it all, and I drove up to it for a couple minutes. It will be very pretty in a few weeks. I'm going to add some links later, for now, a few pictures.  And I'll probably share about today's art museum outing tonight or tomorrow, instead of waiting two weeks. 

 

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Parsifal: Live from the Met

On Saturday we went to see Parsifal at the movie theater. The Met has been streaming a dozen operas live this season (for the sixth year,) so that they can be seen all over the world. The tickets are $22 each, really well worth it to see great performers and great music. But you do have to be in a theater with good sound. 

Of course, PBS has been airing a number of them each year, and you can see the general schedule here, if you scroll down a bit. Rigoletto, the one we saw two weeks ago, will air in May, and I'd recommend it for something unusual to enjoy. 

Parsifal is not one for the masses, and I don't mean that in any sort of snobbish sense. It's nearly 5 hours long in addition to the intermissions between acts, so that we were at the movie theater for 6 hours total. It's deep and at times very dark, okay, most times, and filled with symbolism and pain. 

So you have to love the music and the hugeness of the thing in order to really enjoy the experience. Wagner created enormous sounds that are quite overpowering at times, and they envelope your insides. 

Instead of just driving down to Newport, the man faithfully followed his GPS instructions, which took us some odd way around and we missed the opening by the host and in fact entered the theater just after the overture began. As there were only about 50 people in the theater, it wasn't difficult to just slip into some good seats without making commotion. The visual presentation of the overture was so gripping, I began thinking about how great it would be to see quite a lot of symphonic work represented visually. 

It's kind of how I like a lot of prog rock until someone starts "singing." I love the voices in this piece but if I could watch a whole symphony unfold on stage as the music played, I'd happily pay for the privilege. The works of Mahler in particular would lend themselves just beautifully to the idea. 

I like to paint jazz. I'd love to see someone act and move to orchestral music; not with dance, but with pantomime and imagery. 

At the first intermission, we got a snack from the concession stand and some beer from the bar. I had a local vanilla porter which was fine with a hot dog, but then kind of thin, finished on its own. And we moved to lesser seats because someone behind us had a knee-jiggling problem, I think, which made our seats vibrate all through the two hours of the first act.

The second act was intimate and absorbing. The third began too slowly for us but we enjoyed the culmination of the story very much. I felt sort of wrung out by the experience, yet very glad to have had it. 

One nice feature of these streaming events is that the host or hostess is an opera star, who introduces the acts, and conducts interviews with singers, the director, people who make it happen, etc., at the end of the first and second act and before the official 20 minute intermission. Also, because we are witnessing the production onscreen, we see varying (but conservative!) camera angles and closeups. Finally, the English words to the songs appear onscreen for those of us less than talented at interpreting German, Italian, and French as it is being sung. 

That is the "appeal to the masses" which some might find takes away from the purity of the event. But they have the wrong end of the stick. These productions were never meant by their composers to be elitist, and the more people they can reach, the better. It's just that you need a rather steely attention span to appreciate this particular offering. Read about it here.


False Reflection

Because I looked up a couple things recently for reference purposes, the internet advertising demons now think I am interested in unattractive "natural" footwear, and hippyesque clothing somewhat specifically in very large sizes, and follow me around the web, flinging them at me wherever I go.

I'd rather they go back to trying to sell me a car I already own.

weekend randomosity

This first bit was posted to Google Plus. (Good morning. Or whatever. I mentioned last week I've been doing my blog for over ten years now. I'm going to share in this box the way I shared early blog entries. The only difference is that the pictures have to be clickable down at the bottom, instead of inserted with html.)

I slept in this morning. When I looked at the phone it said 8:51. That seemed quite like enough to be going on with. Getting older is funny that way. The sky is lazily spitting snow at us again. Most of our snow this winter has been so; occasionally it sticks together at the surface, but not with any earnest effort. Today we're going to see Parsifal through the Met's live streaming program, but instead of going to our usual big movie movie theater, we're going to our #2 spot; Newport on the Levee. That's one of the places (along with Monmouth St., such serendipity, you don't even know) I'll go to for a date with myself, but when it's warmer out. Anyway. We think Newport AMC might have better speakers for HD opera than Milford Rave. I hope so.

Oh! (Most of) You don't know this because I don't blog all the details anymore since we have "social media" and also now and then I use discretion, but a few days ago, someone ransacked my car and stole my Kindle Fire out of it! I...replaced my key battery after that happened. The oddly good news is that I have "extra" money this month, so I ordered the Fire HD and it should be arriving today. I got the same size; I like it to fit into a handbag, but it will have better sound, better wi-fi, and double the hard drive space.

It would not be easy for a typical hoodlum to break into our house, but leaving the car in the driveway,  that should be safe as anything where I live. Yet it was not. I felt just creepy and awful, but a person I know online had her whole house broken into recently, and that had to feel much, much worse. 

When I went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and retrieve my laptop, this enchanting message appeared on my phone:

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And when I went to check notifications at Google+, I got to see this: Screen Shot 2013-03-02 at 9.32.33 AM

I have many friends at G+ and talk to them semi-privately more often than not, but when I post public links, sometimes I get responses that aren't super relevant to what I'm sharing. It doesn't matter much but you see the notification number and you're all "ooh, someone liked my thoughts...no, I guess not."

Finally, a word about March weather. March is typically very difficult for me, breathing-wise. But last year was super! Okay, it was a little creepy and "is the sun falling from the sky," and so forth, but I felt really, really good. Here are bits of data for you to look over if you can possibly muster interest. 

 

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