Feel the extravagance!
Mercury in Aries is time to barrel ahead, go with your gut and take no prisoners while you're sticking to your guns. The more extravagant your ideas and the more danger you are willing to face, the more brilliant your adventures will be. With all things Aries, risk taking is #1 and going against the grain is what is called for, as it's new territory that fuels this sign and the more you venture out on the that limb in the mental sense now, the stronger you will be become. So, try new things and take a chance, as that is the only way to win now!!!!
As for the video below, it's Puccini's Turandot, one of the most opulent operas ever made, about a Princess who doesn't want to get married, but is forced to by the King, her dad. So, to make it hard for her suitors, as she yearns to keep her independence, she makes up impossible riddles for one to solve to win her hand. If a man dares to make an attempt to solve them and gets it wrong, they risk their lives. Of course, one brave soul goes for it and proves to the princess that....
...This particular version below was performed at the Forbidden City is the most lavish one yet....Although I did get to see this at the MET years ago, something I had always wanted to do, this version is the one I would of loved to see...but so is life...and for you non-opera people, if you watch to the end, you will realize you do know this opera, as the music from the finale was made popular by a certain blockbuster movie about a prostitute that wins over a billionaire prince...Anyway, take a chance to watch it and see, you just might fall in love...
Showing posts with label MET. Show all posts
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Monday, April 16, 2012
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The sun harmonizes my moon.
A dreamy creamy goodness fills the day.
Thank god for the magic in the air, to keep my head floating above the clouds, as this could have been the day I lost it and broke out the Uzi. There is no fixable human flaw more repellent to me than B.O., an assault so powerful that it drives me to instant and utter repulsion. Also, when coupled with obnoxious and entitled behavior, even worst. Today, I attended my first Wagner opera at the MET — 5.5 hours of stark drama and heavy emotion. Who the hell do I get seated next to for this entire extravaganza? A large, sweaty, underdressed, smelly, serious opera enthusiast poured partially into my seat, leaving me squished and gasping for fresh air. At the beginning, I considered leaving. After all, I wasn't equipped with a gas mask and ten tanks of compassion to deal — but this was the opera, so I tried to have some composure, some couth and certain level of diplomacy. Besides, my cheery little attitude wasn’t going to let me down.
However, for over the entire course of the evening, I was scooted to the edge of my seat, doubled over, trying to stay in an air current free of the stench. Every too often, when I did catch it, I’d try to convince my brain it was like being in an old library — but nothing was having it and my resilience was breaking down. Plus, it got worst as the evening went on and every time he went to lift his tiny little binoculars to his large and meaty head, the odor from underneath his pits would plume. Disgusting. To top it off, he had the audacity to tell me to, "Stop it," when I was briefly looking for a mint in my bag — after over 5 hours of constant bombardment of the odiousness of his body smelling like it was rotting from inside out. Seriously, all I have to say if I wasn’t high on what was circulating in the air today, there could have been a beat down in the nosebleed section of the MET. If anything, it is true, suffering and staying throughout the performance is a total testament of Wagner’s intensity, but if only he could of also included, “Practice good hygiene or die,” as subliminal messages in his opera, it would have been just that more divine. Bravo!
Thank god for the magic in the air, to keep my head floating above the clouds, as this could have been the day I lost it and broke out the Uzi. There is no fixable human flaw more repellent to me than B.O., an assault so powerful that it drives me to instant and utter repulsion. Also, when coupled with obnoxious and entitled behavior, even worst. Today, I attended my first Wagner opera at the MET — 5.5 hours of stark drama and heavy emotion. Who the hell do I get seated next to for this entire extravaganza? A large, sweaty, underdressed, smelly, serious opera enthusiast poured partially into my seat, leaving me squished and gasping for fresh air. At the beginning, I considered leaving. After all, I wasn't equipped with a gas mask and ten tanks of compassion to deal — but this was the opera, so I tried to have some composure, some couth and certain level of diplomacy. Besides, my cheery little attitude wasn’t going to let me down.
However, for over the entire course of the evening, I was scooted to the edge of my seat, doubled over, trying to stay in an air current free of the stench. Every too often, when I did catch it, I’d try to convince my brain it was like being in an old library — but nothing was having it and my resilience was breaking down. Plus, it got worst as the evening went on and every time he went to lift his tiny little binoculars to his large and meaty head, the odor from underneath his pits would plume. Disgusting. To top it off, he had the audacity to tell me to, "Stop it," when I was briefly looking for a mint in my bag — after over 5 hours of constant bombardment of the odiousness of his body smelling like it was rotting from inside out. Seriously, all I have to say if I wasn’t high on what was circulating in the air today, there could have been a beat down in the nosebleed section of the MET. If anything, it is true, suffering and staying throughout the performance is a total testament of Wagner’s intensity, but if only he could of also included, “Practice good hygiene or die,” as subliminal messages in his opera, it would have been just that more divine. Bravo!
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