After weeks of waiting, I was thrilled that 30 Rock was coming back this week. Even though we had to wait until deep into the season for the premiere, it happened to come out on the first Thursday after Schicchi closed. It seemed things were coming together for ol' Felice Mi Fa.
I laughed out loud about 5 times. Still, I was disappointed with the episode for two reasons:
1. It was obviously trying to wrap up a number of storylines from Season 2 that just weren't working. Devin Banks running into a town car, Liz choosing work over adoption, Dongslayer selling 61 million copies...somehow getting into these messes was more fun than getting out of them.
2. Dealing with guest stars can ruin anything. Megan Mulally is fab, but her guest spot was not genius. I worry that the rest of the season is going to be stiff, unfunny story lines meant to wrap themselves around whichever famous person agreed to come on board for this week.
I'll catch you next week after Oprah.
Friday, October 31, 2008
adventures in liturgical music
So everyone else booked it out of work on this Friday afternoon, and I stayed an extra 45 minutes because I couldn't find a piece of music. The piano part to the Mass of Light Kyrie, to be exact, because at mass with the Cardinal on Sunday I really really really wanted to be able to sing the Kyrie with tropes. Why am I like this?
I found it.
I found it.
boys becoming men, men becoming wolves!
I don't have time to find the link myself, but go watch "Werewolf Bar Mitzvah" to celebrate Halloween. That's your only homework.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Last night at the Green Dragon
Out with friends last night, they insisted that they were not important enough to make the blog. I'm here to prove them wrong.
At one point Brian turned to me and said "can we be cocky for a second?" I thought to myself, he's going to want to play 'who'll be in Barack's cabinet'. I was right.
Keith announced that if he had a website it would be a picture of a bird and a politician (as opposed to my glamorous site).
Alison made the mistake of disagreeing with us on one of the ballot questions for next week. We made her pay for that. Sorry about that, Alison.
And speaking of the Green Dragon, did you know that Paul Revere was a drunk who fell off of his horse in Arlington and never made it to Lexington and Concord?
At one point Brian turned to me and said "can we be cocky for a second?" I thought to myself, he's going to want to play 'who'll be in Barack's cabinet'. I was right.
Keith announced that if he had a website it would be a picture of a bird and a politician (as opposed to my glamorous site).
Alison made the mistake of disagreeing with us on one of the ballot questions for next week. We made her pay for that. Sorry about that, Alison.
And speaking of the Green Dragon, did you know that Paul Revere was a drunk who fell off of his horse in Arlington and never made it to Lexington and Concord?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
On dating an opera singer
Leah's husband wrote the perfect guide to dating an opera singer here. I'm not sure if any of you were planning to do so any time soon, but if you were, this would be the guide for you.
Awkwardness with undergrads
Most people have some appreciation for the limitless awkwardness of the teenage boy, and although my experience is mainly with teenagers on the younger end of the spectrum, once in a while I again become aware of the nervousness of the older variety.
This first came to mind yesterday in the elevator in the Comm Ave garage. I was taking the elevator up from 3 (where my car was) to 7, and when I got in there were two undergrads who appeared to be bypassing the stairs by taking the elevator from 1 to 7.
Elevators are awkward for everyone, regardless of age, regardless of gender. Think of all the times you have been standing very close to someone and just stared at the floor, to scared to make eye contact. Or worse (and this is more often the case for me), you said something that landed with a thud on the ears of your elevatormates, and the only thing you could hear in your ears for the rest of the ride was your own voice saying something dumb.
The three of us survived the elevator ride and exited onto the roof of the garage into bright sunlight and spitting rain. I read enough Rainbow Brite books in my day to know what was coming next, and I looked around for the inevitable rainbow. I found it over my right shoulder, a perfect half-circle shooting brightly across the sky.
I had booked out of the elevator in a hurry, so my two elevator friends were still behind me. When I saw the rainbow and saw that they were still right behind me I shouted "Look!" They wouldn't look, and this was when I started to get a little perturbed. What can I say? I'm used to being obeyed. So I shouted again, even louder "LOOK!!!"
They did, and one of them started talking to me -a lot - about how great the rainbow was. Then he blew it, saying "Did you just happen to be looking around and saw the rainbow?" Then I blew it, by responding, incredulous at his not knowing the fundamentals of rainbows, "No...It was sunny...and raining...so I knew there would be a rainbow."
A blog post can not adequately communicate my terribly dismissive tone-of-voice, but trust me when I tell you that we went awkward for awkward yesterday afternoon.
This first came to mind yesterday in the elevator in the Comm Ave garage. I was taking the elevator up from 3 (where my car was) to 7, and when I got in there were two undergrads who appeared to be bypassing the stairs by taking the elevator from 1 to 7.
Elevators are awkward for everyone, regardless of age, regardless of gender. Think of all the times you have been standing very close to someone and just stared at the floor, to scared to make eye contact. Or worse (and this is more often the case for me), you said something that landed with a thud on the ears of your elevatormates, and the only thing you could hear in your ears for the rest of the ride was your own voice saying something dumb.
The three of us survived the elevator ride and exited onto the roof of the garage into bright sunlight and spitting rain. I read enough Rainbow Brite books in my day to know what was coming next, and I looked around for the inevitable rainbow. I found it over my right shoulder, a perfect half-circle shooting brightly across the sky.
I had booked out of the elevator in a hurry, so my two elevator friends were still behind me. When I saw the rainbow and saw that they were still right behind me I shouted "Look!" They wouldn't look, and this was when I started to get a little perturbed. What can I say? I'm used to being obeyed. So I shouted again, even louder "LOOK!!!"
They did, and one of them started talking to me -a lot - about how great the rainbow was. Then he blew it, saying "Did you just happen to be looking around and saw the rainbow?" Then I blew it, by responding, incredulous at his not knowing the fundamentals of rainbows, "No...It was sunny...and raining...so I knew there would be a rainbow."
A blog post can not adequately communicate my terribly dismissive tone-of-voice, but trust me when I tell you that we went awkward for awkward yesterday afternoon.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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