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[Dec. 14th, 2006|10:11 pm] |
Today.
Went to the library & returned my books. I have to remember to add them to the list (I've been keeping a list of books that I've been reading since the beginning of this summer. I've been trying to get to 50 but I'm only at a little above 30).
I always read 2 books, one fiction & one nonfiction. I plan to read Orlando by Virginia Woolf, which I'd taken a break from. It's really good, actually, just a little much for me to handle when I started reading it. I checked out No Logo by Naomi Klein. Basically, it's about the branding of American culture and its spread around the world. I don't feel like describing it any further b/c that would take up a lot of space, & I definitely plan to go into unbranding and culture jamming in later entries.
Then, I checked out some music. Apparently, I'm in a tragic gay musical-theater mood. I ended up checking out The Scarlet Pimpernel soundtrack, the Dee-Lovely soundtrack (I've never seen the movie, I just like Cole Porter and wanted to hear the various interpretations of his songs), & Madame Butterfly.
I have this thing about opera in general, esp. MB. I got into opera b/c of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I got into the show late, so I was watching the seasons on dvd with one of my friends. Anyone familiar with season 2 (One of my fave. seasons), probably remembers "Passion." That's the ep. when Angellus kills Jenny Calender. Anyway, after Giles finds the roses & candles & champagne, and actually goes to his room and finds Jenny, there's an opera piece playing that I thought was beautiful. I looked it up @ Buffyguide.com & it turns out it's from La Boheme.
The part that we first here is "Oh soave faciulla," when Rodolfo first declares his love for Mimi. As Giles goes up the stairs, he sings;
O soave fanciulla, o dolce viso
Di mite circonfuso alba lunar,
In te ravviso il sogno
Ch'io vorrei sempre sognar!
Which translates to;
Oh! Lovely girl! Oh, sweet face
bathed in the soft moonlight.
I see in you the dream
I'd dream forever!
Then, when Giles drops the glass and bottle, Mimi sings;
Ah, tu sol comandi, amor! which means Ah! Love, you rule alone!, while Rodolfo sings;
Fremon già nell'anima
Le dolcezze estreme.
which means;
Already I taste in spirit
The heights of tenderness!
Yeah. What can I say, Angellus had just the right touch when he was killing. Maybe I should be dru + angellus, I just love him so much better when he's bad than when he's all broody & Buffy lusting.
Anyway, after hearing that, I bought the La Boheme soundtrack from the recent production at the Metropolitan Opera House.
So I really like opera now, although I'm mostly familiar with Puccini.
One day, I was at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) glorifficus's apartment & we were watching these animated short films. I generally liked most of them, hated one or two, but the one that really got to me was a stop-motion animated short of Madame Butterfly. There was this doll with yarn hair who was Cio-Cio-San, & when Pinkerton & Kate took her baby away I remember she starts ripping her hair off and she just completely unravels. It was an amazing image. I wish I had the name of the short & who made it so I could find just a copy of that.
And The Scarlet Pimpernel. That was the first Broadway play that I saw since I was 4 & my dad took me to see The Wizard of Oz. I went with the Italian Honor Society. It was a great way to get out of school and go to NYC. I just really enjoyed the show & I used to listen to the soundtrack all the time (My friend made a tape for me). Now the tape is lost somewhere in my parent's house. At least I can burn a cd of the soundtrack now. Ah, memories, those trips were so much fun. My Italian teacher, Signora H., was really overbearing. All the Honor Societies would go on these trips (National, Italian, Spanish, & French), but she'd just kind of demand that we all go for "real Italian food" at Sbarro's. That cracks me up, it's like when Michael on The Office is in NYC & goes to get a slice of "authentic New York pizza" at Sbarro's. Then we'd have an hour to wander around Broadway & Time Square until the show started. Good fun when you're 15.
Anyway, I can't express how much I am dreading this weekend. Not only am I missing Rasputina, I'm going home for our "Christmas" before my parents disappear to Florida for who knows how long. Yeah, I'm just out of outpatient & we're playing the meds merry-go-round but I'll be ok! Don't trouble yourself with my brain disorder.
I think my real problem with my parents is that from the age of 14 they pretty much decided I was grown up so I had absolutely no guidance after that (Except that I COULD NOT pursue the fine arts). They just started partying a lot and never really paid attention to me. I remember one night I came home really high & really drunk, and they were supposed to be home, & I was so scared they'd know--I mean, I reeked of pott, my pupils were huge, my eyes were red, I had a bag with half a dozen donuts and a bagel, and I could barely walk--but they weren't home. I ended up eating most of the donuts and the bagels, stashing my clothes in the back of my closet until I could wash them without anyone noticing, showering, and they STILL weren't home. I'd gotten home at about 3 am, I didn't get into bed until daybreak & my parents didn't come home until noon. They had outpartied me.
In so many ways I have to be the adult. I had to fill out my college paperwork all by myself, I just asked them for their financial info. I didn't even go on any campus visits b/c they were too busy to take me anywhere. My cup of resentment runneth over & I'm really trying to contain it so the holidays can be halfway decent. I'm just really pissed that their abandoning me at this really precarious time in my life when I need all the support I can get. When I'm in group sessions & getting blood tests, they'll be with their nudist groups & swinging. Barf.
I wish Emma Thompson were my mom. |
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