"JUNO."
an evening at the lanz's with the usual crew-nathan scott lynn me alexis lorraine shakoo-and of course madame. fondue and alsatian white wine, something involving cranberry and walnuts for dessert.
rushdie's satanic verses, dumas' black tulip.
rediscovered: golijov's ayre, dawn upshaw, the oh-so-versatile-soprano recently victorious from a battle with breast cancer.
to do: pack pack pack in those festive trader joe's bags. start doing yoga again. brave the hills of westchester. don't think about 20˚ weather. collage. get up earlier. smile.
30.12.07
26.12.07
almost new
christmas was chez nous: grandma, aunt ruthie, uncle lenny, ben, james, aunt eva, uncle chris, and lukas. for hors d'oevres we had crudités (radishes, celery, scallions, baby carrots, cucumber) with hummus, olives with cloves of garlic, cheese (camembert, comté [my favorite!], etc) and crackers. mom cooked a ham infused with cloves, a turkey breast with accompanying cranberry sauce from trader joe's, and red peppers with sugar snap peas. eva brought a wild rice salad, and i made a huge green salad (mixed greens and escarole) with toasted pine nuts, dried cranberries and sherry/balsamic vinaigrette. we also had date bread and pumpkin bread. for dessert, chocolate ganache from tj's and pecan pie (my mom's secret recipe). oioi. yum.
saw the golden compass on the big screen with my dad this afternoon, after a leisurely morning practicing and avoiding the pouring rain. afterwards, a peppermint decaf mocha from starbucks with banana nut coffee cake. delightful. i was quite impressed by the special effects of the movie - seamless, as is everything in cinema these days. can't wait for the big ice bear fight at the end of the third movie in the trilogy. good character acting, nicole kidman makes a particularly delicious villaine.
gossip girl is my new indulgence. life on nbc as well. on the plate for literature: christopher hitchen's take on contemporary organized religion, god is not Great. i am tiring of sappy tales of romance.
happy birthday, nathan vogel!
almost 2008, how strange.
saw the golden compass on the big screen with my dad this afternoon, after a leisurely morning practicing and avoiding the pouring rain. afterwards, a peppermint decaf mocha from starbucks with banana nut coffee cake. delightful. i was quite impressed by the special effects of the movie - seamless, as is everything in cinema these days. can't wait for the big ice bear fight at the end of the third movie in the trilogy. good character acting, nicole kidman makes a particularly delicious villaine.
gossip girl is my new indulgence. life on nbc as well. on the plate for literature: christopher hitchen's take on contemporary organized religion, god is not Great. i am tiring of sappy tales of romance.
happy birthday, nathan vogel!
almost 2008, how strange.
22.12.07
the case of the salsa nazis.
i spent the past few days in south beach, miami, florida. i didn't send anyone any postcards.
i went to dance salsa at a place on lincoln road called yuca, which cost me $40 for 2 rigorous hours of lessons and some dancing at the end. there were 6 levels of classes happening at the same time, and i somehow ended up in the highest level with oscar, a slim venezuelan guy with the collar of his uniform shirt popped. he proceeded to teach us a series of moves that involved spanish names that i didn't understand, and i was pretty confused most of the time, having not really had that much experience with uber-complicated twists and turns.
everyone has a different idea of who i am as a dancer, and what i figured out that night is that i don't like cuban (casino) style. it's too smooth, too contrived, too thought about somehow. the circles are weird too. this guy steve who goes to law school in michigan was also mistakenly placed in the highest class and as we watched these people twirl around he said they looked like "salsa nazis." and that would be about right. they stick to their own, everyone learns these formulas. it does provide a certain reassuring base for dancing, but somehow i'm more drawn to the puerto rican (or is it new york?) style, simple, no-frills style. nothing fancy, just hot.
the sun did us good, i think. i read eat pray love, which was hilarious and sad and beautiful, and then jed rubenfeld's interpretation of murder mostly between yesterday and the plane. i went caroling at lynn's house, a yearly event, minus alexis (new york string orchestra seminar, lucky ducky) and nathan (working lights at a rep stage show) and lorraine's viola. apparently she's doing well in the astrophysics doctoral program at harvard. i think she studies stars. i'm just a musician - what do i know?
christmas is fast approaching and i don't have an apartment to move into yet. doris and i didn't work out. tara offered up her studio for me to crash in for a few weeks in january (but o, where would i shower?), and the percussionists mentioned that i could crash on their couch. they would be sick of me after like two days. kind of them to offer though.
also, lee braun pointed out (though as till now i haven't seen it) that on the brandenburg poster in the elevator of the music building someone had circled my name and penciled in "i have dibs." who are you and what makes you think you have dibs? ah, well. if it's cesare, maybe it's ok.
i went to dance salsa at a place on lincoln road called yuca, which cost me $40 for 2 rigorous hours of lessons and some dancing at the end. there were 6 levels of classes happening at the same time, and i somehow ended up in the highest level with oscar, a slim venezuelan guy with the collar of his uniform shirt popped. he proceeded to teach us a series of moves that involved spanish names that i didn't understand, and i was pretty confused most of the time, having not really had that much experience with uber-complicated twists and turns.
everyone has a different idea of who i am as a dancer, and what i figured out that night is that i don't like cuban (casino) style. it's too smooth, too contrived, too thought about somehow. the circles are weird too. this guy steve who goes to law school in michigan was also mistakenly placed in the highest class and as we watched these people twirl around he said they looked like "salsa nazis." and that would be about right. they stick to their own, everyone learns these formulas. it does provide a certain reassuring base for dancing, but somehow i'm more drawn to the puerto rican (or is it new york?) style, simple, no-frills style. nothing fancy, just hot.
the sun did us good, i think. i read eat pray love, which was hilarious and sad and beautiful, and then jed rubenfeld's interpretation of murder mostly between yesterday and the plane. i went caroling at lynn's house, a yearly event, minus alexis (new york string orchestra seminar, lucky ducky) and nathan (working lights at a rep stage show) and lorraine's viola. apparently she's doing well in the astrophysics doctoral program at harvard. i think she studies stars. i'm just a musician - what do i know?
christmas is fast approaching and i don't have an apartment to move into yet. doris and i didn't work out. tara offered up her studio for me to crash in for a few weeks in january (but o, where would i shower?), and the percussionists mentioned that i could crash on their couch. they would be sick of me after like two days. kind of them to offer though.
also, lee braun pointed out (though as till now i haven't seen it) that on the brandenburg poster in the elevator of the music building someone had circled my name and penciled in "i have dibs." who are you and what makes you think you have dibs? ah, well. if it's cesare, maybe it's ok.
5.12.07
cleva
upcoming:
oh, fie.
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Now playing: Norah Jones - Wake Me Up
via FoxyTunes
- "art of the fugue" recording session for deutsche grammophon, windscape + orion string quartet, chamber society of lincoln center tomorrow evening.
- presentation of jolivet's cinq incantations, jeune france+rough ritual, friday in class.
- sunday, tatyana tenenbaum with the raw and the cooked, multimedia things, at the tank in the village, perhaps bach hors d'oeuvres at a lutheran church (is it jp's gig after all?) with the ever effervescent steve menotti.
- concerto competition at school, for which i am playing reinecke. i'm at an unfortunate "meh" point. it's beautiful, romantic music...but i don't even have even a glimmer of a fizzle with anyone.
- two movements of piazzolla's exuberant histoire du tango for flute and guitar ("café 1930" and "nightclub 1960"), wed dec 12, 6(ish?)pm.
- brandenburg 4 in a midnight blue almost indigo floor-length gown, exceedingly elegant and only $65 at saks, with alice jones (flute) and cal (violin) at the PAC, fri dec 14, 8pm.
oh, fie.
Now playing: Norah Jones - Wake Me Up
via FoxyTunes
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