I am returned from singing in the 29th First Annual Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony. I had a wonderful time. You can watch the webcast! I am tragically not on camera at least one of the times I was shouting at the accordion player, but you can watch me know-it-all to the music of Bach just fine. I have glasses and a frequently aghast expression.
Tomorrow I get up early to help with childcare and in the evening attend the opening of The Revenger's Tragedy; Saturday I start rehearsing in Yiddish again; right now I'm going to collapse. My ears are still ringing because the chorus applauded with its clickers for the bows. It was like receiving a surprise MRI.
I enjoy very much being onstage. It used to be a staple feature of my life and now it is an intermittent opportunity. I should find out how to change that.
An auditorium full of funny science and paper airplanes seems a good place to start.
Tomorrow I get up early to help with childcare and in the evening attend the opening of The Revenger's Tragedy; Saturday I start rehearsing in Yiddish again; right now I'm going to collapse. My ears are still ringing because the chorus applauded with its clickers for the bows. It was like receiving a surprise MRI.
I enjoy very much being onstage. It used to be a staple feature of my life and now it is an intermittent opportunity. I should find out how to change that.
An auditorium full of funny science and paper airplanes seems a good place to start.
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