Mirror, mirror, and she froze like stone

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And today I woke up with a lightly scratchy throat that I figured was normal variation in humidity or not drinking enough, except by midafternoon it had turned into the feeling of someone using a cheesewire on my tonsils; so much for any evening plans, although I suppose it's just as well that I had to bow out of spending this weekend with schreibergasse. I made brownies to cheer myself up. Somehow they ended up this complex thing with condensed milk substituted for half the butter and sugar, tart cherries and a glaze of cherry jam, and whipped cream because it seemed like a good idea. I'm waiting to find out what kind of torte I just reverse-engineered—I have this sneaking feeling I should just have dumped it full of kirsch and claimed it was intentional.

Tomorrow, unless some kind of technological stupidity interferes, I am getting up at a completely normal (read, bizarrely early) hour to watch the Glyndebourne Festival's Die Meistersinger von Nürnberg streaming at the Guardian. It struck me rather after the fact that I should maybe have gotten hold of a libretto, but that's what the internet is for, when you're not using it to watch opera in another time zone.

I need to get hold of the revival cast recording of Assassins. I heard "The Ballad of Guiteau" on Standing Room Only this afternoon; I very much doubt that I will prefer their Booth or Czolgosz to Victor Garber and Terrence Mann, but Neil Patrick Harris and Denis O'Hare make a formidable Balladeer and Guiteau. I am fond of both actors, even if I'm not actually going to start watching How I Met Your Mother or True Blood.

This is the sort of photograph I wanted to post yesterday:

Comments

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Those brownies sound magnificently over-the-top; I hope your throat lets you swallow them.

And I hope Glyndebourne streams flawlessly.

That picture: epitome.

Nine

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Those brownies sound magnificently over-the-top; I hope your throat lets you swallow them.

Oh, yeah. It's not like they're crunchy.

And I hope Glyndebourne streams flawlessly.

It was awesome! The high-resolution streaming was 404 for the first act, but that didn't interfere with the sound; and someone had fixed the website by the second act, so I could get a much better look at everyone's faces. It struck me as a complex and problematic opera for once staged by someone who was willing to invest in all of the problems, so that you could sit around for hours afterward and talk about in-groups and out-groups and differing, interacting layers of art and otherness and community, if you didn't also have to make dinner. I have two and a half new singers to look out for now.

[straussmonster.livejournal.com]

It was good. Finley could never do Sachs in a larger house, but he has a lot of room to grow into it in a friendly venue. I do wish we could get beyond some of the bickering about Beckmesser, though. I don't quite get why he's taken as such a target for revaluation.

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Ooch. I hope the throat gets better: I picked up a sore throat on the way back from MO, and while it was never as bad as that, it's only now packing its little bags to leave...

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I picked up a sore throat on the way back from MO, and while it was never as bad as that, it's only now packing its little bags to leave...

Ergh. I'm sorry: the cold that came to dinner is never a welcome guest. I've been mainlining tea and honey (and Wagner) all morning, so I am hoping that by the time I wake up tomorrow, I'll mostly feel like I can yell enthusiastically at people again, but it is kind of iffy at the moment. All hail the internet and typing.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

It is never too late to douse things in kirsch.

This morning, my fucking tooth broke all the way back into the gumline and I swallowed my filling,, but I am working on writing the Regency. That's pretty much all for you at this point.

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It is never too late to douse things in kirsch.

I have been contemplating that option. And then setting them on fire.

This morning, my fucking tooth broke all the way back into the gumline and I swallowed my filling, but I am working on writing the Regency.

Augh, Jesus! I appreciate your commitment to your art, but should you maybe be at a dentist's instead?

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I hope your throat's feeling better now. The not!brownies sound interesting.

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I hope your throat's feeling better now.

Thanks. Yes, finally.

The not!brownies sound interesting.

My entire family ate them, which I consider a positive sign.