Heh. Yeah. I’m watching.
Embarrassing, but I’m willing to admit it. Do I get points for that?
The “Italian Word of the Day” is …
Opera
But then following is the English translation: WORK, TASK, HELP, OPERA
Yes, indeed. I have many times gone to work and played opera. It’s quite a task. And I often want to cry … HELP!
Sorry. Not great, I know, but I had to go with the material.
Here’s “opera” in a sentence:
Questa sera andiamo all’Opera.
English translation: This evening we’re going to the Opera.
Found here.
… for jokes, that is.
Gordon’s opera is being staged in the Belmont Shore Olympic Pool. That’s right, in the pool. Soprano Elizabeth Futral, who sings the role of Euridice (and created it in the work’s original productions in New York), does some of her singing standing up in a small Sabot in the middle of the pool, which stands in for the River Styx. Clarinet virtuoso Todd Palmer, who commissioned the work, is carried into the pool on another actor’s shoulders while playing.
Sigh.
(Some people are extremely thankful that another person is nearby and able to rescue her. Some people owe that person a lunch, and will follow through on that tomorrow.)
It starts very young. Indeed, bright kids—those who do better on other academic indicators—are able to start lying at 2 or 3. “Lying is related to intelligence,” explains Dr. Victoria Talwar, an assistant professor at Montreal’s McGill University and a leading expert on children’s lying behavior.
I prefer to think of myself as “creative” as a child. I honestly (really!) thought I was telling the truth sometimes and then one of my parents would say, “Now is that TRUE, or did you just make it up?” and I’d puzzle over that. I had a vivid imagination. I knew I could fly, breathe underwater, that my parents had been replaced by look-alike aliens that were now conducting experiments on my when I was asleep, and that there was nearly always a murderer in the house where I babysat. Shoot, I’d even tell him to go ahead and kill me—get it over with.
And yes, I could lie. Well enough, I’m very sorry to say, to get my siblings in trouble rather than myself. (Sigh. I’m a better girl now. Truly!)
So this news … does this mean I’m a genius or something?
Or maybe I’m making ALL of this up?
Guess I’ll have to read the rest of the article to see what I think. But first, the oboe calls ….
Hey … the orchestra even received a nice little mention in this review:
The orchestra, under David Rohrbaugh’s deft hands, kept the action in motion and made sparkling work of Verdi’s challenging balances and tricky syncopations.
Not bad.
I’m sorry, Mike, that nothing about the chorus made it in. Sometimes the critic does comment and the editor has to cut it down. Let’s hope that’s what happened because you all do sound great!
Update:
As was just pointed out to me, be sure and read the caption under the photo! 😉
