I have some friends who won’t watch the Olympics, due to China’s human rights issues. I understand. I really do. But I think perhaps not purchasing anything made in China (is it possible to do that?) would support the disagreement with China more than refusing to watch the Olympics. Then again, what do I know?

In any case, I’ve been watching. I’m with Amy Tan on some things though. Remember when I posted this?:

Do you plan to watch any of the Olympics events? Probably only if my husband happens to have the TV on.

What about women’s gymnastics? No, it makes me anxious.

You’re worried someone will fall off the balance beam? Exactly. It awakens my own anxiety about performance. When I was 6 years old, I made a mistake during a piano recital, and the audience began to laugh. I fled the stage crying, and it traumatized me forever.

Yes, I get too anxious during the gymnastics. So I look online first, to see how they did. Then I can watch without my heart pounding.

I have puzzled over the fake things that have happened. Footprints. Lip synching. And now perhaps a fake piano. Who knows? People don’t really seem to care about a lot of fake things. Certainly I heard no one complain when I went to a musical theatre production that used synths rather than brass and woodwinds. I don’t know that most in the audience could even tell the difference. It seems to me that the spectacle is what’s important to many, not any reality. Who knows?

And then there’s this:

According to Chinese media reports, 26-year-old Lang Lang said he was very happy with his performance at the opening ceremony. “Very perfect, not a single defect,” he said, adding, “This 8-minute performance, made an unprecedented impact on me… this must be a new starting point for my life.”

Yes, indeed. Sometimes, when I have a tacet (meaning I don’t play at all) movement or aria, I brag to my colleagues, “I played that perfectly! Not one missed note!” I suppose, if that piano really was fake, Lang Lang wasn’t lying … he probably didn’t have a single defect. I can relate!

17. August 2008 · 2 comments · Categories: Ramble

I just heard a “professional video game player” (yes, I guess they exist) say her “sport” should be included in the Olympics. She trains for five or six hours a day. She would like, she said, to be recognized as an athlete.

Next week New Zealand Symphony Orchestra is going to Beijing. I do hope they are recognized as athletes.

Or not.

Surely reed making should be a sport. There’s a wrist action goin’ on, after all. And blogging? Definitely a sport. I train for hours. My athleticism in blogging is astounding. I’m sure I’d win the gold. (Unless we’re judged on quality as well as quantity.)

17. August 2008 · 5 comments · Categories: Ramble

So … my sister was saying she almost picked up a sweatshirt with a particular presidential candidate’s name on it for me. But that got me to thinking in my ever so creative (hah!) way, about what I really would like … and to be fair I’ll give you both candidate’s pattyoboe sweatshirts:


Just makes such sense to me.

Okay, maybe ONLY to me. 🙂

17. August 2008 · Comments Off on Musicians Drive. A Lot. · Categories: Ramble

You all know that already. I have written about it a little. Jason Heath has written about it a lot. And I’d like to remind you that Drew McManus has a The Gig After Gas Online Calculater for us to use.

I am fortunate; I work close to home the majority of the time. But a lot of my colleagues have to drive further. I noticed that the SSV parking lot was starting to look like a hybrid lot. It’ll be interesting to see if there are more this year. (I know there will be one more, as a friend said she is getting a Prius.) When we drive distances we usually commute. And now a lot of us also have hybrids.

Side Note: Yesterday I drove to my mother’s, a store, and then home again. As I pulled into the garage I was at 55 mpg. I’ve really changed my driving habits and it sure shows!

17. August 2008 · 4 comments · Categories: Ramble

I am all for spontaneous enthusiasm but the standing ovation is a filthy American habit that I think should be discouraged.

-Michael Billington

I read it here.