- I just saw an advertisement for a theater in my area; they're hosting a John Denver concert. Never mind that the man - may he and his sweet voice both rest in peace - has been dead for five years. They have his backing band, and those live folks are going to play along with video and vocals from JD, from a previously recorded concert. Granted, I gleaned the info from a very short ad spot...but I find myself put off. Yes, I've seen videos with live musical backup, and have enjoyed them very much. And there was that whole holographic rapper thing at the Grammys. But am I the only one who finds this sacrilegious at best, horribly opportunistic at worst?
- A few days ago I had an echocardiogram (routine - no issues.), and could watch the machine in the reflection of the darkened room. There's something quite magical and surreal about seeing one's own heart beat. And, if the observer has an active imagination and a creative bent? Well, they could walk out of said appointment wondering if that really was a goldfish they saw on the monitor, and whether they could get the doppler recording of the different chambers to use in their next musical experiment...
- There's a line in a monologue that we often hear on the audition tour (from Fantastiks - we were mercifully spared this year) that ends with the actress saying "Please God, don't let me be normal!" I think we forget that sometimes. This made me remember my twelve-year-old self, and want to give her something a little shinier to look forward to. (Not sure what that'll be, but I'll figure it out something, I feel sure.) Typical is not all that it's cracked up to be.
- These two things are connected to the previous bullet, through very different lenses. I adore them both.
- Here in the greater DC area we're in a bit of a deep freeze. I walked the dog yesterday morning and ended up with windburned cheeks. (Windburn! How very soft I've become, living south of the Mason Dixon line!) Today the puddles in the easement next to the creek were frozen solid, so solid that His Highness could skate around on all four paws, frothy tennis ball in his jaws, looking like a cross between Tanya Harding and Cujo. The creek itself had started to freeze, with a few places of running water visible between patches of ice. I can only imagine that the creek is solid this evening, so I think our job will be to try to crash through tonight and tomorrow morning to make sure the birds and deer can get to it. (I know, I know...but sometimes we are helpful, and sometimes we can only hope that we are, right?)
- Today I bought a humidifier. For a Stradivarius. My job is so weird.
- I'm heading to Atlanta on Friday. It's been years - YEARS - since I've been. It wil be warmer than 18 degrees at night, and for that I'm ridiculously excited. I'm judging this competition for the Atlanta Opera, which will be a BLAST. (You can watch the final performances live!) But best part I get some time with KMC, a pal who has seen me through infinite numbers of bagels and crossword puzzles and adolescent angst and bad boy choices and renditions of Pergolesi duets in incongruous spaces. It's really nice when someone's known you since your teens, and still likes you.
- Well, this happened today. F-you, St. Tropez.
- I was passing this around, citing #15 and asking for lunch dates. No takers! I'm a little confused, actually. (I also like #12. RAWR!)
- A pal brought me a teeny tiny glass ladybug back from a recent trip. Luck + thoughtfulness + wee size + shiny? WIN. It's adorable.
And here's a few things I'm grateful for today:
- A surprise magazine subscription from a thoughtful friend.
- Tassel caps. It's cold enough that I might've slept in one last night.
- Tea. I had no fewer than 6 cups today, and I'm not done.
- Rejection. It doesn't happen often, maybe because I don't put myself out there enough anymore. But sometimes the perspective, while painful and embarrassing, is pretty valuable.
Stay warm, kittens.