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Another fantastic late night of entertainment. Yesterday evening Stephan was going to take people to dinner before the opera, but then time went by at Borders and he ended up scarfing some potato salad at his house and dropping me off for Dan to pick up. So Dan and Paul and I made unbelievable feta-steak pinwheels. Dan's so domesticated, it's a wonder someone hasn't hitched him to a plow. He makes the best food I've had from a friend at Rice.
We cast about for something to watch while the pinwheels and potatoes and asparagus (and later, cookies) were cooking, and ended up with the Animal Planet documentary about dragons, which was both awesome for existing and being narrated by Patrick Stewart, and lame for being not-entirely-well-thought-out. Paul had the chemical knowledge to explain the platinum-catalyst hydrogen reaction to me and then that platinum is too rare for it to be a workable solution to fire-breathing, while I had the anatomical knowledge to refute a winged quadruped and protest the sudden addition of two limbs from the prehistoric dragon (wyvern, really) to the mountain dragon, with hardly a step between, since the aquatic dragon's wings were vestigial. It was fun to mock, anyway, and at the bald-eagle-style mating scene were were promptly riveted. The recurring subject the rest of the night was often "DRAGONSEX!"
With pauses to work on cookies and otherwise break up the monotony of the most static production of a lewd Britten opera I've ever seen, we got through the entirety of Albert Herring as sung by the Glyndebourne National opera company. The singing was good, the acting was patchy, and the ambiguity was entirely absent. Still, it was worth listening to, if not watching.
At the anticlimactic end of the opera, we retreated to Dan's room for him to look at puppies online. He wants a boxer. However, this didn't occupy the rest of us for long, and though it was about 1 in the morning, no one felt like crashing. So we made a trip to the corner store for a pack of cards, and spent till 6 in the morning playing poker before finally acquiescing to the fact that it was time to go to bed. It was fun, and this morning (at 2 in the afternoon, when we got up), Dan made spinach-feta-eggs that might rule the world.
I'm a little disoriented by the lateness, since I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do today (I have three take-home finals and a set of program notes left, as well as a composition recital to sing). I think maybe today is an off day and I can go see Karim Al-Zand's composition at Zilkha downtown. That would be good.
We cast about for something to watch while the pinwheels and potatoes and asparagus (and later, cookies) were cooking, and ended up with the Animal Planet documentary about dragons, which was both awesome for existing and being narrated by Patrick Stewart, and lame for being not-entirely-well-thought-out. Paul had the chemical knowledge to explain the platinum-catalyst hydrogen reaction to me and then that platinum is too rare for it to be a workable solution to fire-breathing, while I had the anatomical knowledge to refute a winged quadruped and protest the sudden addition of two limbs from the prehistoric dragon (wyvern, really) to the mountain dragon, with hardly a step between, since the aquatic dragon's wings were vestigial. It was fun to mock, anyway, and at the bald-eagle-style mating scene were were promptly riveted. The recurring subject the rest of the night was often "DRAGONSEX!"
With pauses to work on cookies and otherwise break up the monotony of the most static production of a lewd Britten opera I've ever seen, we got through the entirety of Albert Herring as sung by the Glyndebourne National opera company. The singing was good, the acting was patchy, and the ambiguity was entirely absent. Still, it was worth listening to, if not watching.
At the anticlimactic end of the opera, we retreated to Dan's room for him to look at puppies online. He wants a boxer. However, this didn't occupy the rest of us for long, and though it was about 1 in the morning, no one felt like crashing. So we made a trip to the corner store for a pack of cards, and spent till 6 in the morning playing poker before finally acquiescing to the fact that it was time to go to bed. It was fun, and this morning (at 2 in the afternoon, when we got up), Dan made spinach-feta-eggs that might rule the world.
I'm a little disoriented by the lateness, since I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do today (I have three take-home finals and a set of program notes left, as well as a composition recital to sing). I think maybe today is an off day and I can go see Karim Al-Zand's composition at Zilkha downtown. That would be good.