February Book

I’m happy to report that I finished one book this month - three minutes ago.

The Hours, by Michael Cunningham
This is one of the best novels I’ve ever read. It won a Pullitzer Prize. You may have seen the movie version with Meryl Streep, Nicole Kidman, and Julianne Moore. Without revealing too much, it’s the story of three women from three different periods of history with intertwined lives that are bound into the single cord of Mrs. Dalloway, which I read last month. Within the book runs the stories of the woman writing the book (Virginia Woolf), the woman reading the book, and the woman living the book. Cunningham took Mrs. Dalloway and flipped, inverted, and generally fiddled with the characters ever-so-slightly to make it work. Completely readable, hard to put down, and fascinating. [10/10]

Two notes if you plan to read it:
1) There are a lot of characters who are homosexual, or think they are. That may be an issue for some people.
2) You really should make an effort to read Mrs. Dalloway before you read this book. It will be good without it, but it’s much better with it.

And here’s a line from near the end:

There’s just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we’ve ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more.

Yesterday’s Meditation

Yesterday’s sermon on prayer was convicting. Something I don’t do enough, or not enough in a disciplined fashion. I’m generally bad at being disciplined to do things that don’t have either an immediate, tangible result or a scary visible consequence. I need to grow up a little.

Prayer is an all-efficient panoply, a treasure undiminished, a mine never exhausted, a sky unobstructed by clouds, a haven unruffled by storm. It is the root, the fountain and the mother of a thousand blessings. It exceeds a monarch’s power . . .

I speak not of the prayer which is cold and feeble and devoid of zeal. I speak of that which proceeds from a mind outstretched, the child of a contrite spirit, the offspring of a soul converted - this is the prayer which mounts to heaven . . .

The power of prayer has subdued the strength of fire, bridled the rage of lions, silenced anarchy, extinguished wars, appeased the elements, expelled demons, burst the chains of death, enlarged the gates of heaven, relieved diseases, averted frauds, rescued cities from destruction, stayed the sun in its course and arrested the progress of the thunderbolt. In sum, prayer has power to destroy whatever is at enmity with the good. I speak not of the prayer of the lips but of the prayer that ascends from the inmost recesses of the heart.

IAM Conference

High points of this past weekend’s IAM conference here in New York:

Watching the NYC premiere The Bituminous Coal Queens of Pennsylvania (see my entry here).

Keynote address by Dana Gioia, chair of the National Endowment for the Arts and former poet laureate.

Half-hour excerpt of my friend Danai’s exceptional play, In the Continuum.

Succumbing to a certain someone’s pleading-puppy-dog look and buying the six-volume Complete Works of Hans Rookmaaker (it was 66% off, after all).

A workshop and interview with Betty Spackman, author of A Profound Weakness: Christians and Kitsch.

Being in McSorley’s with twenty people for lunch and watching Nigel Goodwin (speaker, British, aged almost 70) climb on his chair and proclaim to the room, “You are all welcomed! You are all blessed!”

The Rob Mathes band on Friday night - including the bass player from the Letterman show and the drummer from Saturday Night Live.
A very, very late night cream-puffs-and-creme-brulee-and-cocktails evening with about 15 people from all over the world.

Hearing Nancy Pearcey’s keynote and workshop, and staying an hour and a half afterwards to talk about art history and its relationship to worldview development in the modern age.

Afghani food on St. Marks’ with Tom and Colleen and a long discussion on creativity.

Being moved to tears several times Saturday night as I watched musicians and relived my journey from the girl I once was - the one who was an artist, a musician - to the girl I am today, remembering those days when I felt like I was doing work that I should be doing, wondering what happened and why I left the piano and church music, and knowing that I must go back to it.

Bituminous Coal Queens

A new documentary titled The Bituminous Coal Queens of Pennsylvania was screened for the first time in New York City on Friday night at the IAM Conference. It’s written and directed by David Hunt and produced by he and his wife, Patricia Heaton (best known as Raymond’s wife Debra on the sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond). David and Patricia were both there to talk about the film and answer questions.

I generally like documentaries anyhow, but this was great. Lots of laugh-out-loud moments, heartwarming and intriguing. It paints a great portrait of very small-town America, of a little coal-mining town in southwestern Pennsylvania as it gets ready for the 50th annual “King Coal Festival”. The narrative aligns to the rehearsal and production of the pageant, a mini-Miss-America pageant in which sixteen-year-olds who have been dreaming of this moment for their entire lives compete for the title of Bituminous Coal Queen.

Being from small rural area, I found myself smiling at the girl who told us that the are is “pretty for about five minutes, but it gets old”. The older people all seem to agree, though, that everyone eventually comes back. And you can see why.

There’s also a wonderfully filmed segment in which several of the Coal Queens from the past who’ve returned home for the 50th anniversary festival get to go down into the coal mines and see what the men do down there. With the recent coal-mining incidents in West Virginia, expect this to generate a lot of buzz.

They’re in the midst of distribution talks, so keep your ear to the ground, and go see it when you can.

IAM Conference

Here is the schedule for the IAM conference that starts tonight and runs until Saturday night. It’s here in the city, so I won’t be “away”, just not around.

Mono: not the best affliction

So I feel normally like I’ve kicked the mono. I’m not coughing, I can swallow, I can breathe, I can sleep, I’m not running a fever.

But oh! The fatigue! It hits me in the mid-afternoon or early evening and is kind of debilitating.

So that’s the update I’m sure you’re dying for.

(You can tell I’m tired when I end a sentence with a preposition . . . and don’t even try to change it.)

Podcasting Is For Cool Kids

I’d like to take a moment to extol the virtues of podcasts and push a few of my favorites (as you can see, I recently added them to my sidebar).

Podcasting? Sounds geeky. Well, as Ken mentioned in a recent announcement at church, podcasting is a lot like subscribing to a magazine (with the notable, welcome “free” factor added). You subscribe to a magazine so that you don’t have to go to a newsstand or bookstore every time you want the new issue. It just arrives on your doorstep, voila. Podcasting’s a lot like that, except you “subscribe” to an audio feed that is “delivered” to your computer each time it’s updated. Podcasts vary widely - music, talk shows, news, and random fifteen-year-olds talking about whatever the heck they want. Because, hey, this is the internet.

I subscribe to my podcasts through Apple’s iTunes, partially because I have an iPod, and partially because it’s just really easy that way. You search for the podcast you’re looking for, or even a subject, and bam, there it is, and you’re subscribed with a click of a button. Plus, it’s nearly always free, and you can unsubscribe if you get bored.

And these are the ones I’ve got in my list right now:
Paste Culture Club
I love Paste magazine, and this is their podcast. It’s a rather sophisticated mostly-weekly bit with discussions, interviews, and sometimes live performances. Paste’s tagline is “Signs of Life in Music, Film, and Culture”, and that’s what they explore. A recent highlight included daily reports from the Sundance Film Festival.

The RELEVANT Podcast
Of course I “have” to love this one, but I really do. It’s like sitting in a break room full of the senior editors at Relevant as they shoot the breeze, talk about new music and movie releases, giggle about goofy things that happen in the office, go through the new issue of the magazine, and generally delight the soul. Plus, it comes out on Friday, so it’s like a nice smash-bang kickoff to the weekend. Highlights: recent interview and performance with Derek Webb.

RADIANT Podcast
Radiant is Relevant’s soon-to-be-launched kid sister, which will likely mature in a hurry. The podcast has the staff of the new women’s magazine interviewing authors and musicians and just a bit of girl talk.

The Village Church
Of course! This is a podcast of Sam’s sermons each week - or someone else, if someone else preached. Nice and simple. Search for “The Village Church in Greenwich Village”, as there’s a bunch of Village Churches out there. Where else on the web will you get to hear (theologically deep) sermons sprinkled with Bruce Springsteen impressions?

Studio360
I was recently turned onto this podcast, and it has promise. It’s no secret that I adore NPR’s culture and book shows, and I was ticked to find out they don’t podcast things like “The Round Table” and “All Things Considered” in their entirety. So this is WNYC’s culture show - still not in its entirety, but pretty darn good. Check it out.

Audience Participation: What’s your favorite podcast?

Coffee snobbery runs deep

I’m now the proud owner of a water bottle from Joe: The Art of Coffee.

I was going to buy a Starbucks water bottle, because they were on sale, but then I realized how hopelessly dorky that really was. So now I’ve got a great big blue Joe water bottle, which naturally makes me instantly cool . . . right?

Wow

Don’t worry, I’m alive. Just not mental power left at the end of the day.

Spent the whole day today in meetings at work, and stayed late for only the second time so far. Much more to come, I think.

Had a Heck Of A Weekend, but things that need to get done are getting done, except for going to the gym, which is beginning to be a Completely Hopeless Pursuit. I do not have time, unless I stop sleeping, and mono makes that a nonoption.

This is depressing-sounding. Here’s some things I am happy about:
- I am eating trail mix with Godiva chocolate chips in it
- Season 2 of Gilmore Girls is here
- I got to see my family this weekend
- the IAM conference is this week
- I am reading The Hours in snatches of time here and there
- Tom is an angel, and I get to be with him all the time

So.

You may or may not hear from me tomorrow - I am running about in beheaded-chicken-fashion for a while.

The plan is to sneak out of work an hour early (well, ok, I’m going in early too) and catch a train to Princeton Junction and from thence to Princeton. Hockey will happen, in which I am hoping RPI will trash Princeton since this is the only game I’m likely to see this year, in the good company of Tom and Brendan and an unidentified personage that I hope will be located by then and probably the wonderfully sub-par but overenthusiastic RPI Pep Band - “ooooooooooone minute, and Clarkson still sucks!”

(We are a school of proud non sequiturians, a phrase which I just made up right now out of my own little head.)

So after the game, we may or may not come back to Manhattan, as we plan to be in Jersey on Saturday for the day. This makes for an interesting dilemma, as if we don’t go back to Manhattan, I need to pack things for overnight. But if we do, then I am just going to be carting around a lot of useless crap all day. And sadly, we won’t make a decision until after I leave for work tomorrow morning, which is too fast approaching.

Anyhow, on Saturday night there’s a smashing soiree (I am not at all exaggerating) for someone we know from church. At this point I expect to be good and tired but sitting on the train beforehand will provide much needed napping abilities/facilities/andsuch, and I should be fine.

And then Sunday, all the parents and the Poleys are coming to town.

So all that to say, since I have homework to hopefully somehow accomplish in there somewhere, and I will shockingly not be in front of a computer for most of the weekend - don’t miss me too much.

I’m in rare form tonight, ain’t I?

I scoff at stress

I’m terribly busy, but here’s some clips.
- I finally have one of these:

Yep, video and everything. It’s hot.

- I’m going to see RPI play Princeton (hockey, obviously) at Princeton tomorrow night. I am psyched.

- I got my bonus yesterday.

- I should get my tax refund tomorrow.

- I am literally up to my ears in things to do - real live important things. Normally my response is just to stop sleeping, but the mono isn’t letting me do that.

- I got a new boss yesterday.

- Finally, The Hours came from Amazon, so I can I read it again. If I had time.

It’s about time!

Courtesy of Jeffrey Overstreet: gotta love the Onion. (Just read it!)

New kid on the block

After much hacking and re-hacking yesterday, my friend Josh (from church) and I managed to get his blog running. Go heckle.

And it never hurts to remind you all of the other excellent people from church who blog as well: Scott, Ken, Angela, and of course . . .Tom.

Happy Valentine’s Day

O Love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

I awoke grateful for all blessings that have been showered on me from above, but mostly for the truest Love of my Life.

Because I’m sure you will ask - we celebrated the day last night, as work schedules are screwy. Splendid dinner at Palma on Cornelia Street, and then In the Continuum at the Perry Street Theater - stunning, moving, good-hearted and disturbing all at once.

For the day, my own gave me a set of incredibly great teacup-like measuring cups I’ve been coveting in Anthropologie for months, a book of crock-pot recipes (also desperately desired and needed), and the most intriguing chocolate I’ve ever seen - lavendar chocolate pieces from Murray’s. From me, we are going to see Sweeney Todd on Broadway in early March.

Tonight’s a big glamour night: Olympics and food with Katie.

An excellent observation

Yesterday, in the class we take at TVC preceding membership, we were discussing the theology of the church. An excellent observation that Sam made, paraphrased:

When you believe that your salvation is fully unmerited and by no effort of your own, but rather a result of the grace of the Almighty God, you are the most grateful Christian. Knowing that the only way your heart can be softened toward the Savior is God’s grace in wanting to save you, knowing that of yourself you have no merit, no ability to come to God, no desire to follow Him, and that it is all in God’s free mercy, the only proper response is to fall to your knees in grateful, adoring worship.

We’ve all heard it before, but it doesn’t hurt to remember it anew.

Another busy weekend

There were many things that needed doing and were done on Friday night, and then we went to a late showing of Cache. I’d wanted to see it, but when Paste chose it as their #1 movie of 2005, we knew we had to see it soon. It’s a French film, suspenseful and intriguing and lacking any neat Hollywood-style tie-ups at the end. Unless you get violently ill at the sight of blood (of which there isn’t a lot but where it exists, it’s a bit of a shock), you should see it.

Thankfully, I got to sleep in on Saturday, and then after a ton of grocery shopping we had a jazz/poetry cocktail party at Apryl’s apartment. What fun! People showed up that we didn’t know (friends of friends), and there was much reading of poetry, from William Carlos Williams to original limericks and haiku to T.S. Eliot and B.H. Fairchild and Dana Gioia (chair of the National Endowment for the Arts and keynote speaker at next week’s IAM conference) and Pablo Neruda and e.e. cummings (the last three were mostly mine).

During the party, it started to snow, and by the time we were walking home after midnight there was snow all over the roads. Tom slept on our couch, and he and I stumbled through the snow to church yesterday morning. Apparently NYC got 26.9 inches of snow, but I can only assume that was only in Central Park, as the village wasn’t quite that bad. It was still a bit of a challenge to walk around, but by last night the sidewalks had mostly been shovelled and salted. We went to Film Forum, ended up buying a membership (half-price tickets for a year!) and saw El Espiritu de la colmena (Spirit of the Beehive), my first Spanish film. I also incidentally had my first egg cream, which involves neither eggs nor cream but something more like seltzer and chocolate syrup. It’s a New York thing.

Another packed week ahead. Tonight is Valentine’s Day early, so there’s dinner and Danai’s play In the Continuum at the Perry St. Theater. Tomorrow night Katie and I think we may have big glamorous plans to sit around and watch the Olympics and eat chocolate. Wednesday I have class and hopefully an iPod-buying session, and on Thursday night there are about fourteen things going on and we haven’t determined which one will win out. Friday night is a hockey game at Princeton (GO RED!) and Saturday is a combination of New Jersey and raucous birthday celebrations. And on Sunday, my family, whom I have not seen since Christmas, are descending on the city, as well (rumor has it) as the Poleys, Tom’s parents, and Angela, which makes for a very crowded lunch table.

I’m rather grateful that next Monday is a holiday.

Weird how I’m wordy some days

1My little children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. 2He is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the sins of the whole world. 3And by this we know that we have come to know him, if we keep his commandments. 4Whoever says “I know him” but does not keep his commandments is a liar, and the truth is not in him, 5but whoever keeps his word, in him truly the love of God is perfected. By this we may be sure that we are in him: 6whoever says he abides in him ought to walk in the same way in which he walked.
1 John 2:1-6

Needed to listen to Derek Webb’s new album, Mockingbird, for a few different reasons. Found one song in particular to be particularly incisive; click below for the lyrics.

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Blogging on the BBC

Interesting editorial by a world affairs correspondent on BBC news about blogging. Blogging, in my opinion, is the best manifestation of the ideals of free speech in recent history.

Reflection on education

Since finishing my formal education in May at RPI, moving to the city, and landing in the midst of a bunch of intellectuals and thinkers, I’ve realized just how valuable my education was - particularly junior high and high school, when my parents were homeschooling me.

Neither of my parents have a college degree, and when they started homeschooling in 1994, it was still a somewhat freakish and strange idea. Back then, we still had to explain what homeschooling was to inquisitive strangers and family friends. Mom and Dad still had to defend the idea to people. Everyone had an opinion, and though most people thought it was a neat idea, there were plenty who thought they’d ruin me for all time and I’d end up ignorant and uneducated. (For the record, they were horribly wrong. I graduated Magna Cum Laude from RPI in four years, made the Dean’s List every semester, and had my pick of employers.)

I’m sure Mom and Dad would say that it’s all God’s grace that they managed to find good curriculum and teach it to me and my brother, who is now turning in a truly impressive academic performance as a junior in his first year of “real school”. I remember them doing a lot of research and talking to a lot of teachers and homeschooling parents while they chose the curriculum. Whatever the limitations they were up against, they gave me a truly fantastic secondary education, both scientific and cultural.

In my view, one of the worst failings of the traditional American educational system is its intense ethnocentrism. Students literally study American history every other year for their twelve years of school. We come to think that history began in 1492 and everything before that is kind of just a mush of names and dates with no chronology attached. For instance, how many of us stop to consider where in history the biblical Exodus story occurred, and why? How about knowing the church’s history intertwined with the Middle Ages? And why do we not study and compare the myths of the major civilizations? What are we afraid of?

And the other failing is simply that kids are taught what to think, not how to think, which is why the public is so easily duped by anyone who can talk eloquently, or by the “news lite” on the TV at 6:00 pm every night.

So now, I’m here to sing the praises of some of the books and curriculums that I am recalling nowadays in conversations.

Understanding the Times -
We did the whole kit & kaboodle of this, video series and all, two or three times in my education. As much as we grumbled as kids about the grownups taking over the conversation all the time (tongue in cheek now, though I think it was probably merited), I find myself recommending it a lot lately. This is definitely the most comprehensive worldview overview curriculum I’ve ever seen. It will rock your world. I’ve only linked the textbook, but there’s a lot of extra permutations. The book (a tome) is worth reading, especially for adults and high schoolers, and has excellent comparisons between different worldviews and discussions of what that means, and though I don’t agree with all their conclusions and analyses, I still think it has a ton of value.

Greenleaf Press Chronological History Studies
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I can’t be more delighted and grateful that we used this curriculum in junior high. We studied the Old Testament history, ancient Egypt, Rome, and Greece, the Middle Ages, and the Rennaissance & Reformation - which is all the curriculum they’d released at the time. The emphasis is on reading historical fiction, learning about the myths of the culture, and following timelines to gain a good grasp on who and what was important and why at different points in history. It’s infinitely extensible to add art studies, mathematics, engineering (build your own trebuchet) - you name it. This is one of those things that I hope my mother didn’t throw out.

Church History in Plain Language -
This was my history curriculum for a year in high school, and I’ve read enough church history books to know that it is a step above. It is a balanced, comprehensive text of the history of the Christian church from Christ to the late twentieth century. The author does a great job of avoiding “this denomination is screwed up” discussions, to the point that I don’t know what his theological persuasion is. And that’s exactly what a history book should do. It is completely readable and fascinating, with a really interesting discussion of the recent history of the Roman Catholic church, a subject that most Protestants ignore completely but is vitally important to our world.

Sonlight Curriculum
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I have to qualify this by saying that I never participated directly in Sonlight, as they hadn’t developed it to my grade level at the time. However, my brother is five years younger, so I used to wait in breathless anticipation of the curriculum’s arrival and then read all the books. Sonlight teaches through “real books”, mostly historical fiction, that are placed into a framework by the curriculum’s developers. They also don’t shy away from reading books that may have offensive material in the latter grades, because they believe the Biblical idea of having your “powers of discernment trained by constant practice to distinguish good from evil”.

How to Be Your Own Selfish Pig
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By Francis Schaeffer’s daughter. A hysterical and quirky look at worldviews and how your identity affects how you act. Lots of examples from L’Abri.

Easy Grammar -
I took grammar for every year of my education at home, and though four years at an engineering university pretty much destroyed it, at least I know my grammar is often poor. This book was the best. It’s a huge workbook, but I recall learning useful things like how to avoid dangling participles, the uses of “who” and “whom”, and what to do with prepositions, rather than obscure grammatical anomalies about which nobody really seems to care. (Very nearly ended that sentence with a preposition.)

Introductory Logic -
This is mainly a philosophical approach to logic, involving learning to spot fallacies, which is terribly useful when listening to talking heads and politicians. (That’s as opposed to mathematical logic, which I studied in college, though clearly they’re very related and mathematical-style logic is definitely covered in the book.) Nobody knows how to argue logically these days. This book helped immensely.

English from the Roots Up -
I studied Latin for two years of junior high school, as well as using several different Greek- and Latin-based grammar books, but I chose this one because I think it was ultimately the most useful. I credit this book entirely for my SAT verbal score (800). It teaches Greek and Latin “root” words, helping students learn to deduce the meaning of a word from its roots. Highly recommended.

Whatever Happened to Penny Candy? -
Best introduction to economics that I’ve ever read (inflation, supply and demand, etc.), and extremely easy to understand.

Are You Liberal? Conservative? Or Confused? -
I’m ticked that this book has gone missing from the library at home, as it’s the book that first explained clearly and concisely what political parties believe, what our party system represents, the leanings of different groups throughout history, etc. For instance, I didn’t know until reading this book that while Stalin and his crew were ultra-left-wing, Hitler and his people were ultra-right-wing. Suddenly, World War II made sense to me (before, I couldn’t figure out why we were allied with Stalin - seemed like Hitler and Stalin were on the same page, namely that of killing most of their citizens). It’s also the first book where I encountered (and subsequently embraced) libertarianism.

A Taste for the Classics -
I’m horrified to discover this has apparently gone out of print. It’s a fantastic, entertaining roundup of the most important pieces in most classical genres (chamber music, opera, symphony, song, concerto, etc.), along with accessible information about concerts and instruments and musical terms, all written for the non-musician (though clearly musicians will learn a ton). I think I learned more about classical music from this book than from any of my actual musical training.

And this one wasn’t strictly part of my school curriculum, but was quite good:
Deliver Us From Evil
- a video series that the college Sunday School class at my church back home worked through one semester. Gives a really good overview of how our society got the way it is (with a standout discussion of pluralism), what’s good about it, what’s bad about it, what history teaches us, and what we should do about it.

Audience Participation Time:
Any books or curriculums in particular that you love or recommend?

Yesterday and this morning

Yesterday was my first class. It’s a six-week workshop/seminar-style class called “Freelancing for the Novice Writer” at NYU. There are about ten students, and the teacher seems really great. She’s had a lot of experience on both sides of the freelancing world - as a writer, and as an editor. We talked about publishing terms and will be working on ideas, learning how to pitch a piece, etc. Happily, it’s exactly what I was hoping the class would be, and hopefully will help me to gain the confidence to push out into new territory. Because, as you all know, I will know I’ve “made it” when I someday get published in the New Yorker.

I gloriously went to bed at 10:00 pm because I was so tired. The mono is mostly gone, but it does wear me out by the end of the day.

I got up at 7:00 am this morning, showered, answered emails, and went to Joe to meet Apryl. There was a screw-up with her shower and she couldn’t make it, but Tom was there! Had a cup of the best chai in the whole world (or at least, much better than anything in New York City) and caught the subway to work.

And the sight on the subway that just made my day:
A huge black guy with waist-length dreads, dressed for all the world like a gangsta, reading Pride and Prejudice.

Ladies and gentleman, you cannot top this city.

The Hours, Ballet, Class, and et ceteras

I started reading The Hours yesterday in the hour between leaving work and going to Lincoln Center. Fantastic so far, but then I proceeded to leave it under the seat somewhere in Lincoln Center and can’t go any further till I procure another copy. Blast!

After some eleventh-hour ticketswitching, it ended up being Tom and I at the ballet last night. Ahh, good program. We saw the following:

Songs of the Auvergne
This was very unique in that it had a soprano singing throughout. The Auvergne, according to the program, is a region of southern France. The music was a series of very old folk songs from the region, sung in an old dialect that is more related to Latin and Gaelic than French. The dances were balletic, yet had a distinct character feel to them (some unorthodox steps). Beautiful peaceful costuming and ten adorable kids.

Sonatas and Interludes
This was stunning and very cool. The music is John Cage’s Sonatas and Interludes for Prepared Piano. I’d never heard Cage before, and I’d heard about prepared pianos but never actually seen it done. For the uninitiated, a “prepared” piano has objects of various sorts, dictated by the composer, inserted into the strings of the piano, creating really bizarrely interesting percussive sounds when the hammers strike the strings. The dance itself was angular and modern, though the woman still wore pointe shoes, and was simply a pas de deux. Fascinating to watch - and a good pianist to boot.

Concerto Brilliante
The music is Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No. 3. Classic NYC Ballet - four couples form the corps, and there’s a male and a female principal. I get much more out of watching the pianist than the dancers in this sort of piece, but the symmetries were lovely and the costumes very pastel and pretty against the standard blue backdrop that a lot of Balanchine ballets seem to use.

An American in Paris
By far the most fun! This apparently just premiered last May. The music is of course George Gershwin’s piece by the same name. The whole thing was just a bit exaggerated, a bit stereotyped, to make it stylized and fun. There was even a Tour de France bicyclist riding across the stage at one point. Beautiful and a great piece to end the night.

I have one more set of tickets for the winter repertory (next weekend), which include the Cage piece again as well as a few that I’ve been wanting to see (Western Symphony, for one).

Tonight is my first class of the semester - Freelancing for the Novice Writer. And it takes place in the NYU Library at Washington Square Park, which makes me very happy as it’s close to home for me. I’m excited.

Oooh!

Very cool: ChainReading. Has a nice interface for tracking books, recommending books to friends, etc. I’m “alissaclark” on there (of course).

Tuesday?

I feel like I should have lots of deep, intelligent, interesting things to say, but I don’t. I feel a bit worn out at the moment. I skipped girls’ group (our title for the women’s Bible study on Tuesday mornings) because I am still afraid to run on 6 hours of sleep, since mono doesn’t just evaporate overnight.

Evangelicals and Hollywood

Jeffrey Overstreet linked to this editorial in today’s USA Today, which I think bears repeating.

The weekend . . . and the week.

‘Twas a busy weekend.

Saturday started bright and early with meeting Apryl for coffee, then wandering around the upper west side for a while. I then got on a train and rode to Soho, where I hunted for these pants, failing miserably in the attempt, but ended up buying some nice ones at Banana Republic on sale. I still think I’ll stalk these ones for a while because I have a hunch they are worth it, but . . . oh well.

I then met Tom back in my neighborhood and we got on a train and rode all the way to 190th Street (that is a loooong way up) to go to the Cloisters, which is an extension of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They essentially got a bunch of really old pieces of really old churches from Spain and Italy and France and Britain and brought them to New York, where they reconstructed them into chapels and cloisters to display the Museum’s collection of medieval church art. It was rather lovely, and only marred by the fact that it was a) raining and b) closing at 5:45 pm. Still, I got in for free with my corporate membership, so we will go back. Maybe with more people.

We went back downtown, ate Thai on West 4th Street, and went to Film Forum for the Boris Karloff double-feature - Frankenstein (1931) and The Mask of Fu Manchu (1932). Both were equally bad, but as talking movies were still a novelty at the time, it’s forgiveable. The latter was the most racist movie I’ve ever seen. Everyone was laughing through both of them - they play like a campy humorous slapsticky-kind of movie someone might make today, but of course we assume they were serious horror films in the 1930’s. Fun stuff. And two movies for the price of one! Then coffee and some gelato and fruitycreamypiestuff at one of the Italian bakeries on Bleecker Street, and I called it a night.

After church on Sunday, I went to the Andreades’ apartment (the pastor’s home) for the membership class. I think it will be actually helpful and interesting in figuring out what exactly the church believes. The church I’m currently a member of at home is non-denominational, which meant membership classes were a snap - theology was broad enough not to make things too in-depth. This is a different experience (I rather like it) but means you have to define things more.

Then Colleen and Tom and I went to the grocery store and loaded up on junk food of all types, went to my apartment, and watched the Superbowl commercials with Apryl and Josh and Catherine. The Ameriquest commercials were by far my favorite, though I appreciated seeing the office full of laughing monkeys again. Why were all of this year’s commercials just rip-offs or follow-ups to last year’s? Weird.

This week is insane. Tonight I am going to a panel of the scientists in the church on evolution & intelligent design at the Andreades’. Tomorrow night is the ballet again, with Katie (An American in Paris! I am excited!), Wednesday night is my first class of the semester, Thursday is a panel on economics held by the Veritas Forum at NYU, and Friday is one of several things, most likely a Cinematic Underground concert. And this weekend is full. No rest for the weary. :)

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