one thing I am ALWAYS right about

Mercury is in retrograde. On Monday night (Jan. 28, the day it all started), I picked Paul up in Germantown with the carshare. I couldn’t remember which car I’d reserved so I called them and their line was not working at all. Which is kind of scary because when you have one of their cars and you’re in another state or something and you have to call their emergency line, well….I tried 20 times over a 2-hour period and kept getting a message saying “Your call cannot be completed as dialed,” even though I got the normal voicemail.

Then, without failure, I missed every single light driving him home and I was already cutting the reservation short (if you turn it in late you get fined $40). Every single light.

It was at that point that I told Paul that Mercury must be in retrograde. Of course he thinks it’s coincidental. Then how have I guessed it correctly every time I’ve guessed it in the past five years?????

ruddigore

Synopsis from D’Oyly Carte Opera Company:

Act I

The fishing village of Rederring in Cornwall

The curtain rises to show a corps of professional bridesmaids (appointed by the village to be on duty every day from ten to four) standing in front of the cottage of Rose Maybud, ‘the fairest flower that blows.’ Rose has yet to find a husband, and her failure means that the bridesmaids are condemned to idleness.

Dame Hannah enters. The bridesmaids suggest that SHE should take a husband. She says, hwoever, that she is pledged to eternal maidenhood. Long ago she was bethrothed to Sir Roderic Murgatroyd, the bad baronet of Ruddigore, but left him on discovering his true identity. She tells the story of the curse on the house of Ruddigore, which obliges the holder of the title to commit a crime every day or perish in agony.

Rose Maybud appears and describes to hannah the difficulty of attracting suitors without violating the principles of etiquette, to which she is devoted. She loves Robin Oakapple, a young farmer. He enters, but he is as shy as she is modest, and the pair are only able to declare their love indirectly. After Rose’s departure, Robin is revealed to be Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd, the rightful heir to the baronetcy of Ruddigore. He has only managed to avoid the curse of the title by masquerading as a farmer, leaving responsibility for the daily crime to his younger brother, Despard, who believes him dead.

Richard Dauntless, a Man-o’-war’s man and Robin’s foster-brother, now arrives in Rederring. He is a burlesque of the braggart sailor of tradition and offers to press Robin’s suite with Rose — an undertaking in which he is so successful that he wins her for himself. However, when he emphasises the importance of acting according to one’s heart’s dictates, Rose takes him at his word and decides to marry Robin after all.

Mad Margaret enters. She loves Sir Despard Murgatroyd, but has been driven mad by his villainy and indifference. Shortly afterwards the baronet himself appears, followed by a chorus of ‘bucks and blades.’

Richard Dauntless, still acting on his heart’s dictates, approaches him and reveals that Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd is still alive — with the result that, when the villager assemble for the union of Rose and Robin, Despard denounces the latter as the true baronet of Ruddigore. Rose is thus compelled to return to Richard; Despard, ‘a virtuous person now,’ takes back Mad Margaret, and Robin is left saddled with the title and its attendant curse.

Act II

The picture gallery of Ruddigore Castle

On the walls are portraits of the baronets since the time of James I. Robin, now Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd, is consulting his faithful servant, Old Adam Goodheart, about his daily crime. They are interrupted by the arrival of Rose and Richard, who have come to ask Robin’s consent to their marriage. The latter toys with the idea of immuring them both in a dungeon, but after Rose pleads with him in a song, he agrees.

Robin is left alone. The stage darkens and the Murgatroyd ancestors stop out of their frames. Sir Roderic, after singing the famous “Ghosts’ High Noon,’ asks Robin about his daily crimes and professes himself dissatisfied with their trivial nature. he demands that a lady shall be carried off that very day and overcomes Robin’s reluctance by giving him a taste of the death agonies prescribed by the curse of Ruddigore.

The ghosts return to their frames and Robin sends Old Adam to carry out their orders. Despard and Mad Margaret enter, both dressed in sober black. They have become respectable and explain that they ‘rule a National School.’ they exhort Robin to abandon his career of crime even at the cost of his life. He agrees to do so and the three sing the patter trio, ‘My eyes are fully open to my awful situation.’ A further complication arises, however, with the return of Old Adam, who has succeeded in carrying off Dame Hannah in obedience to his master’s orders. When Robin is left alone with his prisoner, she becomes so ferocious that he calls upon Sir Roderic to protect him. The latter steps down from his frame and he and Hannah recognise in each other the lovers they once were. A sentimental scene follows, in which Hannah sings the ballad ‘There grew a little flower ‘neath a great oak tree.’

Robin suddenly lights on an idea which could help to resolve the whole tangled situation. A baronet of Ruddigore, he explains, incurs death by failing to commit his daily crime; therefore, to refuse to commit his daily crime is tantamount to suicide — but suicide itself is a crime From this it follows that Sir Roderic ought never to have died at all. He accordingly resumes his existence and is united with Dame Hannah. Robin is now free to marry Rose, and Richard Dauntless has to be content with one of the professional bridesmaids.

Shockheaded Peter

I saw this in NYC three years ago.  It was amazing. A high school friend was going to take over a part but I saw this cast.  It also turned out that a college friend was the stage manager.

taken from Philly Blog:

i highly recommend this documentary

mss.

Patrick you young’in. Sorry, Stace–I know people love Rent I just hate it.

So check this out:

I am totally in love with this. We actually had it on display with a joint exhibit we had with the University of Pennsylvania last fall on medieval manuscripts. This is the original binding for a 15th c. book of hours. The clasps have these pictures in them: the first is some angel playing the harp for Mary and Jesus, the second is St. Veronica.

Here’s one of the images from inside it:

A woman from Oxford came in and wanted to see a bunch of medieval stuff today so I actually got to handle some of our coolest stuff. I am going to have to spend a lot more time looking through this stuff. I hope to take the rbs course in the fall (I have to get accepted and I have heard through the grapevine that this one is tough to get into). In spite of all the Latin I took I should probably significantly brush up on it. I suppose German may not help me that much…..

The woman also wanted to see this cutie pie. It’s about two inches tall and perhaps 2 1/2 inches wide:

catch me

So weird. I completely randomly have “Catch me, I’m falling” stuck in my head. What’s particularly strange about that is the song was popular just about exactly 20 years ago *right now*. It was my seventh-grade year (the worst year of my life, but who’s counting?).

did I ever post this memo?

Two paragraphs taken verbatim from a memo written by the management in my apartment building:
GENERAL REMINDER MEMO FOR ALL RESIDENTS.

*****AGAIN, someone in a terrace apt off of Spring Garden side of the building is throwing dog feces over the terrace or out of the window.  These actions are an atrocity and will not be tolerated.  Please dissect and decease from this situation because you are causing a significant inconvenience to the commercial business below and to people walking by.  THIS MUST STOP******

There are a few residents in the building that come to the front desk screaming and making a scene.  This is very rude and you should stop this behavior immediately.  The front desk is here to assist you, if you have any problems please come see me.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THESE MATTERS AND I WISH EVERYONE…. HAPPY HOLIDAYS & HAPPY NEW YEAR.

entertainment provided by your local bottom dweller

So ever since I moved into this place, I have had noise problems with the guy who lives one floor up and one apartment over.  We don’t share a wall, ceiling, or floor.  However, his music is so loud that I can hear it perfectly in my apartment.  I’ve been keeping the building manager updated on all the of problems he causes since the beginning and he is in danger of losing his apartment (he actually works as an assistant plumber for the building so he gets that apartment at a significantly reduced rate: I know for a fact that the apartments with his particular floor plan are going for about $1250 a month right now and there’s no way he could afford that on an assistant plumber’s salary).

Last night at about 11 PM I was treated to a special death metal concert.  It was so loud, it was audible down my hallway in the opposite direction about seven apartments over.  It was definitely loud enough to call the police. So I called the doorman and explained the guy’s history and asked him to please tell the guy to turn it down.  It subsided a bit a few minutes later but was still loud enough that I couldn’t sleep.  So I called the doorman a second time and the sound got quieter but was still too loud (as far as I’m concerned, if I can hear it at all it’s too loud considering I don’t even share an apartment side with this person).  But I let it go and just made sure to email the building manager and her boss.

At one AM, I was awakened again by a crash from what I believe is this guy’s simulated drumset or bass guitar thingie.  I think he got it at the end of the summer and likes to play with the volume and pretend he’s a musician, etc.  So I had to call the doorman again and since it was a new guy, explained the background to him and asked him to please put it in the log, etc.  So the “music” subsided, but then I heard (from the direction of the bottom dweller’s apartment) screaming at the top of his lungs and then a hammer.  For awhile.  Doubtless without nails.  And the amazing thing is, this guy is about 32 years old.  And, I kid you not, he bears an UNCANNY resemblance to Butthead:

all I can say is, yay for filters

The ALA is full of people who haven’t had to deal with patrons watching porn and jerking off to it. And that’s exactly what was happening on a regular basis in the Free Library before filters were installed. Plus, our patrons can request an unfiltered session: of course, if they start watching porn, we will shut off their session remotely as soon as we see it.

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