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I decide to watch some of the soccer.

I don't give a crap that you call it football. I think that's perfectly fine. Stop competing for specialer; you sound silly. Nothing is only. Anyway. Here is a conversation about that.

Okay, and it turns out I feel bad that Corea del Sur was robbed of a chance at a 3rd goal. But they needed to be more dignified about that, poor fellas.

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Opera, relevance, art, censorship

I rarely cry "censorship." But I will in this case, because I believe the pressure that led to this decision is causing exactly that. Here are posts I made in other spots, with their links, collated in this spot.

Met Opera Cancels Simulcast of Klinghoffer. This is disappointing and alarming. I think the following comment excerpt says it best,

The suggestion that composer John Adams and librettist Alice Goodman have in essence written an anti-Semitic opera is profoundly libellous. Furthermore, their critics are trying to silence them without letting others judge. The excuses made by those involved in cancelling the simulcasts ("I don't believe this is anti-Semitic, but it could inflame anti-Semitism") are illogical, hypocritical and craven. Thanks, Metropolitan Opera, for making sure I can't see an opera because three people and some rich donors don't want me to.

I like what I've heard of John Adams' work so far (it is "different,") and was looking forward to seeing something contemporary and challenging this fall.

The Death of Klinghoffer: if John Adams's opera isn't antisemitic, how can it fan antisemitism?

Here on the east side of Cincinnati, me and the twenty old people who attend these things are being done a disservice, for an illogical purpose that sure sounds like it must have money talking behind it. Not our $22.50 apiece, though.

Here's a 2012 interview with the librettist.

And a review of the 2012 London production.


Dreaming of olives, and some stuff

I'm in a cooking mood. I am making the olives today, first off. It's called olives scaciati, but when my mom made it, we called it the olives. Note: there are no carrots or vinegar in it. That would be weird, and not the olives. Also, it has to sit for two weeks before eating. I didn't buy enough olives to sneak-taste, either.

Because I got the big fat Sicilian olives at Jungle Jim's Eastgate, naturally I bought the small dark Greek ones. That is what Mom did when we went to Scimeca's, and no matter how many delicious olives JJ's and Abigail Street offer that touch me in special places, those are the ones I always go back to.

I'm also going to try this Baked Spanish-Style Chicken and Vegetables recipe Jungle Jim's posted the other day. Will report back on that. No, seriously, I really will. It's summer, and I am on this thing.

What I want to share now, though, is my birthday present to me, which arrived a couple days ago. It was meant to be twelve of these 1965 cookbooks with the index, but the eBay seller told me he couldn't find the bread one, which is sad, because I would have probably actually used that one. He gave me free shipping as a trade-off. It turns out, anyway, that there were eighteen volumes produced, so now I will hunt down the other seven. And share bits on my cooking page.

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Simultaneously running through my head: "The Clapping Song" by Shirley Ellis, and the Speed Racer theme.
 

 


The Heyer Blue List

A few things to know about Georgette Heyer books. She practically invented the "Regency Romance," and no one has done it so well since. However, she wrote pretty much only four heroines, and she wrote nearly every story twice.

It's just that they are so well researched and form their own internal logic so perfectly, fans of her books simply don't mind.

The first one I read was Cotillion. It still has my favorite young hero. Also, a Young Lady Dependent on Stingy Relatives. Cotillion.pdf

Early efforts include These Old Shades and Devil's Cub, which are best read in order. They both are the kind of story that seem to begin right in the middle of something, but before long, you're in the middle of it as well.
These Old Shades.pdf
Devil's Cub.pdf

Black Sheep and Lady of Quality are extremely similar. They are the "on the shelf but doesn't care" late 20s heroine meets gentleman others dislike or fear, who is actually awesome type. I favor Black Sheep slightly over the other.
Lady of Quality .pdf
Black Sheep.pdf

Arabella is just one of the best written. She's one of the Very Young But Practical girls who's always having escapades. Arabella.pdf

The Grand Sophy has an Unconventional Miss who delights clever people and worries dull ones. You will love her. The Grand Sophy.pdf

The Unknown Ajax is the Perfect Catch, Dark and Stormy variety. The other Perfect Catch variety is awesome but bored with being wanted so much... The Unknown Ajax.pdf


Birthday Countdown Blitz F: Facing facts

I had the man switch out my old Look pedals for "conventional" ones. I just haven't been comfortable with them for awhile. And I decided I wanted to ride a bike instead of cycle. But it was a very depressing thing to admit; took me awhile to work up to it.

I suppose that when I put it back on the trainer when it's cold again, I can use the clipless pedals then.

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Birthday Countdown Blitz D: Darlings

If you hang around our house for any length of time, you will later discover that the Earth, Wind & Fire song "September" is rolling around in your head. It's been the current obsession for awhile now. I have no idea why.

(Because it's the best song ever produced, Mother, that's why.)