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The makeup class was indeed a frustrating ordeal, made only slightly tolerable by the fact that Richard Bado's lecture was the first half of the class. But the whole appearance-oriented aspect of performance depresses me. We learned how many objectives makeup can have, and how to achieve various reinterpretations of facial connection points... and were constantly and explicitly reminded how the underlying framework is going to deteriorate. It was depressing. I generally don't care what I look like, but I acknowledge I ain't got much to start with, and it's only going to get worse. And it's no fun plastering special dirt all over my face to make it look any different.
The Tokyo quartet was slightly disappointing overall, too. Bryan graciously bestowed a ticket upon me as a handsome gift at the last minute (I wasn't going to go), and the four of us sat on the very back row of the back balcony, a new experience for me. They played a Beethoven early quartet very unclearly, with several intonation issues in the first violin, while Stephan and I mocked and corrected the program notes. The Webern before intermission was, as Bryan surprisedly put it, spellbinding, but that was the only exceptional performance. The Schubert after intermission was just... well, boring. Stephan zoned out and made several pages of notes for his Music History paper on his program with my pencil, annoying the heck out of the girl sitting on the other side of him (I didn't stop him, because she and her boyfriend had rather rudely usurped the seats reserved by Ben's and Stephan's tickets, forcing our line to spill over onto seats we didn't have tickets for).
House of Pies makes everything better. I was starving, having had over the course of the day a total of a cup of coffee at Stephan's in the morning before class, a glass of water at home over lunch, and a piece of vending-machine trash in the break between the two sections of opera workshop. Stephan professed similar abdominal emptiness. So we both got tuna melts, and Ben, after having declared he shouldn't eat anything because he wasn't hungry, ordered a pile of biscuits, or sausage, or both. I'm not sure, I was busy eating. It was funny, though, in the way that many things are funny at House of Pies even when it's not the middle of the night. Bryan hadn't been but once since he trasferred from U of H, when he used to go all the time. Apparently it was surreal, and then we saw a bunch of U of H people on the street on the way back to Stephan's.
I got a few better pictures of Ben for the drawing, and its resemblance to his actual face is now much improved. Bryan needs a complete overhaul, but he went to bed (or work... either way, his door was shut) before I got to that point.
I left pretty early in the morning to walk to Shepherd to bike home to shower and become a real person and... watch last night's House... before class. It was an unusually pleasant walk, due to the mutant spate of actual autumnal weather we're having. We'll see if it holds. Today is a day of much muchness and walking. Tonight's going to be taxing.
The Tokyo quartet was slightly disappointing overall, too. Bryan graciously bestowed a ticket upon me as a handsome gift at the last minute (I wasn't going to go), and the four of us sat on the very back row of the back balcony, a new experience for me. They played a Beethoven early quartet very unclearly, with several intonation issues in the first violin, while Stephan and I mocked and corrected the program notes. The Webern before intermission was, as Bryan surprisedly put it, spellbinding, but that was the only exceptional performance. The Schubert after intermission was just... well, boring. Stephan zoned out and made several pages of notes for his Music History paper on his program with my pencil, annoying the heck out of the girl sitting on the other side of him (I didn't stop him, because she and her boyfriend had rather rudely usurped the seats reserved by Ben's and Stephan's tickets, forcing our line to spill over onto seats we didn't have tickets for).
House of Pies makes everything better. I was starving, having had over the course of the day a total of a cup of coffee at Stephan's in the morning before class, a glass of water at home over lunch, and a piece of vending-machine trash in the break between the two sections of opera workshop. Stephan professed similar abdominal emptiness. So we both got tuna melts, and Ben, after having declared he shouldn't eat anything because he wasn't hungry, ordered a pile of biscuits, or sausage, or both. I'm not sure, I was busy eating. It was funny, though, in the way that many things are funny at House of Pies even when it's not the middle of the night. Bryan hadn't been but once since he trasferred from U of H, when he used to go all the time. Apparently it was surreal, and then we saw a bunch of U of H people on the street on the way back to Stephan's.
I got a few better pictures of Ben for the drawing, and its resemblance to his actual face is now much improved. Bryan needs a complete overhaul, but he went to bed (or work... either way, his door was shut) before I got to that point.
I left pretty early in the morning to walk to Shepherd to bike home to shower and become a real person and... watch last night's House... before class. It was an unusually pleasant walk, due to the mutant spate of actual autumnal weather we're having. We'll see if it holds. Today is a day of much muchness and walking. Tonight's going to be taxing.
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