'An opera is an absurd thing'

"It's fruitless to try to seperate them. Words and music are fused into one... One art redeemed by the other!"

Cue orchestra! Oooooooh soooo laaaaaaaa miiiiiiiiiiaaaaaAAAAAAAA!!!!

Oh, my goodness. Went to the opera for the first time. I wasn't sure it would be something I would enjoy, I get bored during movies, especially car chases and shoot-em-up scenes, and lots of german singing seemed along those same lines...

Oh, but it was woooonderful. The music! The set! The humour! The singing! The small bit with the ballerina! Even ze german!

Over 2 hours, no intermission, and marvellous.

Capriccio by Strauss, wherein a woman, torn between the love of a poet and a composer commissions an opera to help her decide.

I must do this again. I want to attend more cultural events, see more of the world of art and beauty. Ballets, operas, galleries. Maybe then I can connect again with my own art...

"...can you advise me, can you help me find the ending, the ending for their opera? Is there one that is not trivial?"

No :( Only :)

BSO= no go.

Oh well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Which totally makes me crave chinese food. Again! Mmmm, fortune cookies. Chowmein. Soya sauce on everything.

So. Perhaps the simplicity of situation that arises from this news will set my pen (er, fingers on keyboard, just the pointer ones though, no fancy spider-hands-typing here :P) to twitching, though I won't be surprised if that waits a teensy bit longer. I need to hear if I've been accepted to either of the trades programs I've applied to, get that load off my mind too. And then!

And then! With only that single probably-september day to look forward to, and everything else set in motion, I can write and mail and receive and file and write some more.


I will write of tonsil stones.

Cheap less of a cheat.

I look like a child trying on mommy's sunglasses, but I bought a pair of avaitors anyways. They were cheap.

Cheap like the thrills I get from
Sheet.
Metal.


My head is too small.

Cheat.

Sheet.
Metal.

Hodgepodges and 'Penned'ing.

I need my glasses to find my glasses.


My least favourite part of 'Intervention' is the intervention.


I jog twice a week. I don't know how this happened.


People in this town walk their dogs at 5am.


I always leave less then a glass' worth of wine in the bottle at the end of a fun night. I don't know why I don't just polish 'er off.


I think I'll try to rock intentionally dorky glasses on my next spectacle purchase.


I bought myself this book, even though it was supposed to be my treat if I felt I did good on my interview. I had to get it though, either way. The cover is pretty. And the poems in it are animal poems, by some of my favourite poets. I've only lightly skimmed through it, but I like the cohesiveness of the collection and how all the pieces fit with the whole and play into and support themes of 'zoo-ness'. It feels dynamic but solid, finished, complete. I like it a lot, it's very much a 'me' anothology.

Confession: I've only read 3 poems in it. I'm a terrible critic right now. But the cover is pretty.

I want to devour this book. But I'll use it as a tool to get my own writing on track. No 'Penned' poems until I write a poem. Poems. Do it.

Menage a....

Here's hoping good luck comes in threes.

Feb 9th, 2010:
1)Found five dollars at the bus stop. RICH!
2)Missed the (stressful and surprise) audit at work.
3)Interview went....

Well it went. 4-6 weeks for the results.

Either way, contingency plan: applied for Electrical Foundations, possible six month wait list, and I might as well jump on it now.

I don't want to be a welder.
Still to try: sheet medal, auto and heavy duty mechanic, carpentry, and plumbing.

What. What is this? A 'blog entry'? No. Couldn't be.

I am formed out! And I wish I was talking about form poetry. Unfortunately, but probably, and most definitely probably, fortunately, I speak of the filling out of forms. Government forms. Like the type I am to bring to my job interview next week. Glee!

Ungleeful: the 3 plus hours of filling out obscure info about me and everyone around me. My poor friends, family, and coworkers must think I'm getting ready to heavily stalk them (heavy mouth breathing included) or perform mass identity theft, which might in fact prove more lucrative than my hopeful job... hm.

These forms. They are still not done.

And then there will be the photocopying. They didn't say how many bums they wanted in there though...




Well, ok, if you insist, one quick rant. Er, that's not form related:

Interesting headlines on the msn homepage? I shall click to read and learn more. But why must even the ones without a video symbol direct me to a video? I like there to be that symbol to warn me of the ones I don't want to click, because I don't like watching articles. I cannot passively receive my news. It takes too long. I much prefer to read, skim, linger, pause, and ultimately make it through the article in question quicker then anyone could read it to me. Seriously. What does it say about society that the masses wish to passively absorb all news? It seems that most people are only ever half-present. Where do the rest of their heads go?



Bonus: I totally spelled (oh crap, spelt?) 'receive' right on the first go up there. Go me, and blogger spellcheck. We make a fine team.