Notes on Opera
hello, everyone. I have just found an excuse to write another totally purposeless blog, for no other reason than to give me something to do.
Well, yesterday, we all went to go see Dr. Atomic, a lovely opera about the guy who invented the atom bomb, their misgivings, and the happenings leading up to the first test drop.
I liked it. I didn’t think I would. Sure, there were times where I felt like it was so long that I was squirming in my seat, and times where I was feeling distracted (this could have also been because I was very tired. Because I was.), but it was a pretty enjoyable experience. I had actually been in an opera before (The Mikado), and I thought it was nice to see an opera like they are supposed to be done, orchestras, real costumes, the whole nine yards.
The set, I have to say, was very cool. I remember looking at the screens showing it, and I had remembered thinking that it looked like a giant Christmas present all wrapped up. But it was just a bunch of teeny movable rooms, which was pretty cool. The whole scene with the wife singing the Am I In Your Light poem had to be my favorite part of the whole show, partly because the whole scene was so sad, partly because it was one of the few scenes where I could pinpoint Oppenheimer in the crowd. (Last balcony, last row. Talk about your epic nosebleeds.) Also, the very last scene, where the bomb was exploding and the Japanese woman was asking for water for her children had to be one of the best. It was one of the last things I expected to hear, considering the exploding bomb was in New Mexico and not Japan, but it was haunting in it’s own way.
Here is where I go off on a tangent about how beautiful operahouses are, especially the Met.
It. Was. Huge.
It really was, and it was red everywhere. And these GIANT chandeliers. Truly huge things. I remember in the show that they said something about twenty sided shapes. The chandeliers on the ceiling was what came to mind, because they were pointed in thirty different directions, and very shiny, probably like radioactive metal. The giant poster outside that said Dr. Atomic really big and had his picture was a nice touch. The whole theater gave me the inclination to watch more operas.
On another note entirely, does ANYBODY know how to deal with blackboard? it’s currently giving me the biggest headache. I will take any help possible. Thanks.
Anyway, this is Christine, signing off.
P.S.: I found Tyler Durden’s 8 rules of Innovation on a pop up while taking the impossible quiz my sister had sent me, (Trust me, you don’t want to know.) Thought I’d share them.
http://lateralaction.com/articles/tyler-durden-innovation/
Enjoy.