Here I am! I was so prepared to start blogging every day again when I got home, but I forgot about the little matter of the spacebar on my keyboard not working... oh, well.

So it's been over three months since I've actually posted a substantive entry. I hardly know where to begin, but many of you are already up-to-date on my latest highs and lows, so I'll be brief. Sarasota was fabulous--learned a lot, sang a hell of a lot, escaped with most of my sanity. And while there was some big drama (if you don't know about it already, all the better), I think on the whole my experience there will make me a stronger person as well as a stronger artist. And the wedding planning is in its final stages--twelve days until the big day, and I've managed to restrain myself from throttling my mother. Though there were some close calls... We're really looking forward to it, though. It looks like we'll have about eighty-five people (fewer than we thought, but no biggie), the food and music will be great, the service will be beautiful and we're going to Cancun for five days. Oh, and I'm marrying the best person I've ever met. Hooray for me!

Next step for me: buy bridesmaid gifts and pantyhose.

Oh, and this is from Jord--just to remind me of my high school boyfriend...

Psionicist You scored 50 Holy, 57 Tactful, 80 Natural, and 60 Arcane!

Your eye flutters for a second and the world loses focus... when clarity returns you realize that the only person in the room who wasn't knocked unconscious is holding his temples and writhing on the ground. Nobody knows what you just did, even you, but you know it happened because you made it happen. You have taught reality that your desires are more important than it's fickle laws (or you can, rather). You are one of the rare psionicists, the masters of mind over matter. Your approach to problems is a rare blend of intuition, force of personality, and careful planning. You're all right in a fight, but can really hold your own only once you've stacked the laws of this universe on your side. Thankfully, with practice, you can do this with ease. Hmm, my guess is that you're a bit lacking ethically speaking however... just a guess though, creep.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 64% on Godliness You scored higher than 65% on Tact You scored higher than 80% on Harmony You scored higher than 79% on Arcane

Link: The Which D & D Class am I Test written by effataigus on OkCupid Online Dating

Just in case you were wondering, I'm in Florida and don't usually have the time or access required to update my blog. We are kept very busy--and hooray, I'm learning a lot. Anyway, I wanted to let everyone know that things are generally fine, though I do miss Mark terribly. He's coming down in a few weeks--hooray!

I'm back! Two weeks is a long time to go without sleeping in your own bed, but I guess I'd better get used to it... The auditions went okay (except when I came in early on two entrances in this one aria--I don't know if somebody would notice unless they knew the aria encyclopedically, plus it's modern anyway--but it probably killed my chances with this particular company, which makes me very mad because I was singing really well), and I was able to visit just about everybody I wanted to see. I even got up to my alma mater and had coffee with an old professor.

But now I have a lot of work to do. Still lots of music to get memorized, packing to do, some presents left to buy/make. And we're supposed to be having a Christmas party, but Mark has been dragging on it. Speaking of Mark, he's having car problems again. Not good...

Very tired. Leaving for NYC trip tomorrow. I will definitely see at least one of you! I'll be back sometime after December 11th, and probably will not be able to post until after then. Love you all! Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!

A poem, submitted for your approval:

One reason I like opera
Marge Piercy

In movies, you can tell the heroine
because she is blonder and thinner
than her sidekick. The villainess
is darkest. If a woman is fat,
she is a joke and will probably die.

In movies, the blondest are the best
and in bleaching lies not only purity
but victory. If two people are both
extra pretty, they will end up
in the final clinch.

Only the flawless in face and body
win. That is why I treat
movies as less interesting
than comic books. The camera
is stupid. It sucks surfaces.

Let's go to the opera instead.
The heroine is fifty and weighs
as much as a '65 Chevvie with fins.
She could crack your jaw in her fist.
She can hit high C lying down.

The tenor the women scream for
wolfs an eight course meal daily.
He resembles a bull on hind legs.
His thighs are the size of beer kegs.
His chest is a redwood with hair.

Their voices twine, golden serpents.
Their voices rise like the best
fireworks and hang and hang
then drift slowly down descending
in brilliant and still fiery sparks.

The hippopotamus baritone (the villain)
has a voice that could give you
an orgasm right in your seat.
His voice smokes with passion.
He is hot as lava. He erupts nightly.

The contralto is, however, svelte.
She is supposed to be the soprano's
mother, but is ten years younger,
beautiful and black. Nobody cares.
She sings you into her womb where you rock.


Yay.

This is way more entertaining than it ought to be...

Blogger has been eating my posts. What the hell?!

Okay, I don't have much time, but I must vent about my mother. She called earlier and somehow managed to work the word "bow-dabra" into our conversation. Haven't had the chance to Google that yet, but apparently it's some sort of bow-making device that she's secretly coveted for years, and now she wants to buy one to decorate the cake table. Twenty minutes about flowers. How many times do I have to say that I don't give a flying crap about the damn flowers?!

Oh, well, if it's taken me this long to get exasperated with my mother in this process, I guess I'm not doing so bad...

Just got word today that I have an audition in New York in early December. Yay! I only know one other person who's ever sung for them, so this is good. Now all I have to do is work up my scary Barber aria again, and I'll be all set.

It looks like I'll be down here for Thanksgiving, and will come up to New York the following week, or possibly that weekend, depending on what other companies feel like I deserve an audition.

Damn, I have a lot of music to learn...I did get my first scene assignment for Sarasota, by the way--Act III quartet from La Boheme. A role I never thought I'd be cast in, but whatever. Gorgeous music, and pretty easy, actually.

What else is new? Well, Saturday we did our first round of registry, here. Nobody ever told me how long it would take! But it was pretty fun--shopping for things we probably won't get (i.e. the Kitchen Aid Artisan Stand Mixer in Empire Red, Mark's baby), using the little scanner gun... I'm still not clear on the Etiquette (capital E) of the whole registry thing. I mean, I know you're not supposed to put it on the invitations, of course, but apparently everybody in the family is supposed to pretend they know nothing about it. Rather, the bridesmaids are supposed to relay that information. Hello, we all live in different STATES, okay? So I'm gonna consult The Knot, but I don't think it's some sort of cardinal sin to tell people to shop for you at a particular store. I mean, come ON.

Margaret Cho's blog has some great stuff today--really uplifting for those of you upset about the election. Even if you don't like Margaret Cho, I insist...

Not much going on. Had a lesson this morning, then lunch with S. I had a burrito and a Negro Modelo with lime. Yum.

In case you were wondering, it's not as easy to renounce your citizenship as you may have thought...
(nicked from Wonkette)

I'm trying to stay positive. I'm just so angry. Now is a time to count your blessing (or else go mad). I'm still marrying Mark, I'm still going to Sarasota, I still have great friends, my family is in decently good health, at least our governor is a Democrat... How do you start a grassroots impeachment movement? We may not be able to get it moving until they reinstate the draft...

Sorry, I meant to post these quizzes from Erik a few weeks ago...


You are Fish 'Tacos.' You might think you're
exotic and worldly-wise, but in reality you're
just a bunch of crap on toast. Repeat after
me: 'just because you put something in
quotation marks doesn't make it so.' And
'taco' isn't Spanish for 'toast.'


What Weight Watchers recipe card from 1974 are you?
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Take the quiz: "What Tori Amos Album are you?"

To Venus and Back
Congratulations, you're To Venus and Back! You're the life of any party: popular and a trend setter! Like Tori, you love fashion...especially shoes! Just don't let your spur of the moment tendencies get out of hand!

I don't know about the shoe thing, but whatever...

And also, I have to admit that I have a new crush:



And he's even straight! :)

Come see my new web page! It's www.[my name].com. It's still in the beginning stages--I need to mess around with the layout a bit, but the basics are there...

Okay, the main reason I haven't been updating my blog is that the space bar on my keyboard no longer works properly--I have to hit it hard for it to work at all. And using my thumb doesn't do anything anymore. It's really time for a new computer...But in the meantime Mark might need to get a new car soon (his broke down a few weeks ago because of some rust-related problem), and we have to worry about the honeymoon, and my student loans are coming due. Maybe we can get something used (my mother bought an iMac off of eBay--I was picking it up for her when Mark's car broke down, actually--so maybe that's an option. I dunno...money's tighter than usual, I suppose.

Even more reason to vote today! Get the @$$holes out of office already! Mark voted last week--and didn't even have to wait in line--but I will have to go today. I know that whenever I go there's going to be a line, but it's all good. I still have all that music to memorize, after all. I had to wait for almost two hours in 2000, actually, but that was because they messed up when they were assigning polling places. Anyway, Ihad the county Democratic party AND moveon.org come to the house this weekend--apparently my state has a chance if this area(a very liberal place, thankfully) favors Kerry by more than 15%. Still kind of a stretch, but we have to hope. I'm tired of my vote not really counting!

Get used to me taking weeks to update my blog--I'M GOING TO SARASOTA!!!!!

I found out Friday--the artistic director was about to call me to say I was the first alternate soprano when someone cancelled. I'm in! I'm still in a bit of shock about it. I should get the contract in the mail in a few days; maybe then it will sink in. So the next few months will be busy for me--learning music and taking care of the final wedding stuff in addition to my auditions (we hope) in New York after Thanksgiving. Oh, and Christmas. I've already started on the presents. :)

So we've had three rehearsals now for the opera I'm doing at the end of the month. I'm kind of disappointed. I went into the first rehearsal almost totally off book--maybe needing some work with the timing of big tempo transitions, but that's a natural part of ensemble singing and would probably occur in any company. And there are obviously other people in the cast--proably a handful--who also came in similarly prepared. But there are others--including a woman with a master's degree, fifteen years older than me, with a bigger part--who really didn't have their music learned sufficiently. People are getting notes wrong, they're CONSISTENTLY missing the same entrances, and it's really wasting time in rehearsal that we could be using to refine things (and, what the hell, MEMORIZE, considering that the show's in two weeks!). But no. I assumed, having seen two other productions by this company, that there was a certain professionalism consistent to everyone involved. Some of these people are just community choir-types. And for small parts, that I can understand. But one of the biggest male parts are being sung by this person who is NEVER on pitch, and misses ALL his entrances--which, in this kind of music, is throwing EVERYBODY off. I'm getting really annoyed.

Sorry about all the yelling--I'm just frustrated. I really want this to go well. Did I mention Mark's sister (she of the millions of frequent-flyer miles) is going to come down for, like, sixteen hours? It'll be good to see her.

Oh, and what did y'all think of the debate last night? I only caught the last half-hour (rehearsal--see above). Isn't it good to know that both the men running for president are whipped?

I really need to be more diligent about updating. I really haven't had that much opportunity to post, honestly, but still. Anyway, the audition went extremely well--I don't have enough time to get into the details of it right now--and the hurricane did indeed miss Sarasota, though some of the sewers were flooded. It's a really cool city, in case you haven't been there, but I'm sure it's way too expensive to vacation there in the busy season (winter). The day after my audition I woke up with a sore palate and immediately knew I had dodged a huge bullet. The head cold which followed made me miserable for four days and hacking my lungs out for the next three. (Product plug: did you know you can get guaifenesin--active ingredient in Robitussin--in time-release tablet form over-the-counter? Perfect for someone like me, who can't keep that vile liquid down long enough to digest any of it...) Today, lesson day, was the first time since last Wednesday that I sang for longer than three minutes--and even then it was just to assess the progress of/recovery from the cold. But everything went okay this morning. I'm working on one new piece--a Britten aria which sits surprisingly well--and reviving my SOB Barber aria because one of the apprentice programs is doing Vanessa. The latter is so much easier to sing now--still no walk in the park, but it's amazing to think my technique has improved that much in the six months since I've even thought about looking at that thing. Oh, and speaking of hard music, Gianni Schicchi is quite a bugger! I forgot how challenging it was to memorize ensemble music, and that's all this is. And there's this one trio where I have the middle part--all crazy intervals while the other singers move in octaves around me. Well, I'm up to the challenge. Tomorrow morning I'm getting measured for my costume; the opera's being updated from its original setting (13th century) to the late 1940s. That sould make for a really cool costume, at least. Oh, and speaking of getting measured, I'm finally going to buy my wedding dress (and get measured for it) today. My mother will have to give the credit card number over the phone, but it's apparently no big deal. I guess waiting for David's Bridal to have a sale has paid off! I'll be asking again about the bridesmaid dresses, by the way--almost time to get your butts to the store, ladies!--And my mother and I met briefly with a florist last week; next time Mark and I are down there, we'll spend a little more time. Mark is in Michigan right now, by the way. I have the whole house to myself, all weekend. Perfect environment for me to finish the last Dark Tower book, which I got from the library this week! It's so incredible. Say what you want about Stephen King, but the man can tell a story...

I've been a little busy. Next week I'm going to Sarasota for that audition (if there still is a Sarasota by this time next week...); my mother and I are driving down. Twelve hours in a car with my mother...wish me luck. And remind me to take my MP3 player. :)

Last week I talked to someone at a music school--hopefully I'll get to start teaching there. And I got together with some people to talk about young artist programs for next summer. Maybe I'll even get into one of them...

And Mark just got back from the convention. It was less exciting than the Democratic convention, though a certain Democratic senator did make things a little interesting. (Did you hear he all but challenged Chris Matthews to a duel? The man is bonkers.) Today is Mark's first day back at work; he seems to be acclimating well. Oh--last night we finally saw Fahrenheit 9/11. I liked it, though there wasn't anything there we didn't know already. Too bad he wasn't able to put in all the Abu Ghraib stuff and the disappearing WMD. But maybe that would've made the movie too long.

On a related note, I think Mark's going to dress up as Michael Moore for Hallowe'en--rumpled suit, unshaven, baseball cap, holding an Oscar... But what should I dress up as? We wanted our costumes to be somewhat related. The only thing I could think of would probably offend lots of people.

That reminds me...I got a part in one of the local opera company's productions. Not the part I was hoping to get--but this one will probably be more fun, and certainly less stress. And my friend S. got the part she wanted--one she's always wanted. I'm so happy for her!

The wedding planning seems to have stalled. Still waiting for David's Bridal to have another sale! But I think we're meeting with a coordinator this weekend. And there's a bridal show in October which hopefully will hook us up with a DJ. I think we're using my mother's friend's daughter for the flowers. I could care less about the flowers, honestly...

Last weekend we had our first pre-Cana meeting. It was much easier than I thought--they basically just gave us these big bubble sheets of questions to fill out (we'll go over them in our next meeting, in a month or two) and booklets with reading/prayer choices for the service. The couple from the church were thrilled that we were both Catholic--I guess things are more complicated with interfaith couples. And the cohabitation thing wasn't that big a deal. When we told them we weren't having a Mass they were a little disappointed. I think the only reason we decided not to was because of my mother's vicious anti-Catholicism. She said that having a Mass wouldn't bother her, but I assumed she wasn't telling the truth. Mark and I both want one, so maybe we should just go ahead and have one.

I had an audition Monday night for the local volunteer opera company--it went pretty well. I think my interpretation could use some work, but vocally it was good, and I got positive feedback from the auditioners. I forgot to ask when they were making decisions... My mother is making reservations for the trip to Sarasota. I e-mailed the girl from my studio who did the program last year--apparently the artistic director is quite a character. I wish I didn't have my hopes so high about this thing...

The hurricane(s) didn't really make it here, but today's the first time since last Wednesday that it's not pouring. Now there's a HUGE poisonous-looking spider with yellow and red markings camped out on our sliding glass door. Last night I watched with horror as it immobilized a big moth. Mark needs to kill it. Generally I have no fear of spiders--they kill mosquitos, after all--but this thing is too big and too brightly colored to be benign.

The trip up north went well. We didn't spend enough time in New York (six hours!) to be able to visit anyone but my (large) family. Everybody has a huge new house up there. I don't think we saw a single trailer park while we were there. (I let Mark know that this was unusual.) The rest of the weekend was spend looking at old houses and cemetaries. I tripped getting out of a bus on Saturday morning, so I had to spend the next three days hobbling around Connecticut with a sprained ankle. My body is all out of whack from walking funny to favor it.

Have I mentioned that my beloved ten-year-old CD player finally died? I'm blaming Mark. So I have hooked up my six-year-old computer to my sixteen-year-old stereo, and am listening to The Black Crowes. Yay. I really would get a new stereo, but turntables are so expensive now...

Happy belated birthday to Margaret! Has anybody heard from her mommy? :)

I really ought to update more often.  Poet Laureate Todd is making me look bad.

Mark is in Boston this week, killing time at the convention.  It would've been cool to tag along, but he barely has time for six hours of sleep a night, let alone the Freedom Trail.  I think I would enjoy it more now than in eleventh grade.  Hey, didn't a certain person snort cocaine out of somebody's pen on that trip?  Wow, that was ten years ago...

And speaking of the old digs, Mark has this family reunion thing (he's descended from the founder of Connecticut, believe it or not) next week in Hartford, so I'll get to take him to Middletown!  I haven't been back in town in two years, so it should be interesting.  Let's see...we'll hit the mall, PBHS, Hawaii Fountain, possibly Alfonso's, maybe even The Cove Clam Bar!  I bet that place is even scarier in the daytime.  Perhaps we'll skip The Cove.  But it will be nice to show him where I grew up--I've been to Buffalo twice since I was last in Orange County.

Speaking of Orange County, you can now purchase Orange County Choppers hats and T-shirts in the malls down here.  Who knew a bunch of dysfunctional loudmouths would put us on the map? 

Also, in case you haven't heard, my mother and I did the big wedding dress shopping trip.  I for one would be happy not to go through that again.  I think we're down to two dresses, though...

I'm still seeking employment, by the way.  I temped for several days a few weeks ago (money in the bank--how novel!) and had two interviews last week, but things are moving slowly.  I think people are totally scared off by my resume, but what can I do?  I just want a part-time office job, I'm not asking for much money--and I can't hide the fact that I have a Master's degree, nor would I want to!  I think if I were in a bigger city employers would be a lot more understanding of the "day job" concept... I did just send off a resume for a voice teacher job.  Maybe that will turn into something.  That's what I really want to be doing, after all...

 

First off, this is for Cathy:

Pink Lady
1 1/2 oz Gin
1 tsp Grenadine
1 tsp Light Cream
1 Egg white

Shake ingredients with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve.

(from drinksmixer.com)

No wonder I thought it was totally nasty...

I went to the Kerry/Edwards rally on Saturday. I stood in the shade (behind one of the huge banners, actually) but it was still way too damn hot. It was about 95 degrees and humid, and I was there for about three hours. I'm glad I went, though--it was so cool to be surrounded by people who are just as fired up as you are. There were representatives from every demographic. I stood next to this middle-aged gay couple, in front of some college girls, and next to a stroller. I bought a button to hang from my rear-view mirror (next to this one), but it had to be subtle so Mark can drive my car without being accused of bias... So I got one with a ketchup bottle on it. I suppose the DNC can't be accused of copyright infringement on this one.

I like Edwards a lot. I think he's pretty sincere, and seems like a good person. I'm not totally keen on Kerry--he seems like just another Democrat talking head to me--but I think he'd do the trick. At the rally, neither of them said anything your average moderate-to-leftie couldn't agree with, but I guess that's typical. The main feeling I got out of the experience (other than total discomfort) was that they really have a chance at this thing. North Carolina may even be a battleground state. It would be nice for my vote to count for a change... :)

Oh, and by the way, I saw no evidence of a "musical guest". Maybe it was too hot for Hootie. Oh, but their campaign theme song is apparently "Johnny B. Goode". Corny!

Okay, so we changed the date--it's going to be on April 16. (We realized that May 7 was UNCW commencement, the one weekend all year when there really are NO hotel rooms available...) All else is the same. And we've scheduled our first Pre-Cana meeting, though it's over a month away. The tastings went fine, though we still haven't received a quote from the one guy. And I did try on my grandmother's dress--it's too small, and while I could work on losing 50 pounds between now and April, I don't want to count on it. Plus it's just not ME...

The big news here is John Edwards, of course. Mark was on the phone all day Tuesday, getting the "local reaction" (as always). Tomorrow there's a big rally at NC State that Mark has to go to. I got a ticket as well, though we can't be together (there's a special press section). I guess I'll just get there early, bring my crochet and a score, and hang out. There will be a "musical guest"--rumored to be Hootie and the Blowfish or REM. I'd love to see REM, but I guess Hootie would be okay, too. Free live music, after all.

They haven't been showing John Kerry commercials down here, by the way--it was never deemed a battle state, and our primary is so late this year as to be inconsequential (July 20!)--but I saw my first one yesterday. It was exciting! Mark keeps saying the president is going to lose, that they'll never know what hit them, and I hope he's right. Then again, Mark predicted that Gore would win in 2000. Oh, that's right, he DID... ;)

The other news is that I have a part-time temp position for a few weeks, starting Monday. And it pays well. Finally I will have more than $85 in the bank--for a few weeks, anyway...

Oh, and this is from Erik, some time ago:

20 Questions to a Better Personality

Wackiness: 44/100
Rationality: 44/100
Constructiveness: 68/100
Leadership: 44/100

You are an SECF--Sober Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a hippie. You are passionate about your causes and steadfast in your commitments. Once you've made up your mind, no one can convince you otherwise. Your politics are left-leaning, and your lifestyle choices decidedly temperate and chaste.

You do tremendous work when focused, but usually you operate somewhat distracted. You blow hot and cold, and while you normally endeavor on the side of goodness and truth, you have a massive mean streak which is not to be taken lightly. You don't get mad, you get even.

Please don't get even with this web site.