Thursday, May 29

A Visit from Mom

This past week Mom came out for a visit. All told we had about four days to hang out and visit, and boy did we keep busy. Aside from the usual shopping and gadding about town (well, Mom's gadding was more like limping thanks to a broken foot), I got us tickets to a Friday night showing of Wicked at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood as a birthday/Mother's Day present for her. Wicked is by far my favorite musical and I knew Mom would like it too. Although the original Broadway cast is the one I like best, the L.A. cast did not disappoint--it was as entertaining and enjoyable as the first time I saw it, if not more so. The music is also irresistible. I can listen to it over and over again (and sometimes, when Eric is in a Wicked mood, I do) and not get tired of it.



It also happened this past weekend that the St. Louis Cardinals were in town playing the Dodgers. I'd been wanting to go to a Cards v. Dodgers game out here, so we went to the game with some of my LACMA buddies and cheered on the redbirds. Naturally, there was a bit of animosity from the Dodgers fans, but I chalk that up to bitterness at the fact their team lost 4-0 that night. Oh, well--L.A. has Hollywood, right? They can just make a movie about their team winning, so who needs reality? :-) It was definitely a lot chillier than we anticipated. Recently we've had some wonderfully sunny weather, but then it all changed suddenly and there were cold temperatures, snow in the mountains, wildfires, and even a tornado near L.A. It seems when Mom came to town she brought the apocalypse with her.

After two late nights Sunday was more relaxed. I took Mom to the church I attend out here and afterwards we headed to the Wells house for a cookout. Between the heavy meal and all of the activity of the past few days (and the fact I had to work the next day), I was more than ready to crash at the end of the day. Monday evening we capped off the visit with some good Italian food at Louise's on Pico (with Coldstone for dessert) since Mom's flight was scheduled to leave early the next morning.

All things considered, it was a pretty good visit!

Sunday, May 18

Mrs. Wells Goes to the Opera

Last night I attended my first opera, Puccini's Tosca. Eric bought tickets for me, his mom, and his sisters for Christmas. I'm always up for a new cultural experience, and I'd never been to an opera--plenty of plays, but never an opera--so I looked forward to the experience. However, as the day approached I ran into that ever present issue for a woman: What to wear? It's not as if I'm a regular opera goer and we were going on opening night, so I was sure that up'ed the ante as far as wardrobe was concerned. So, I did what I usually do in those situations. I asked Eric. He advised me to wear my black dress. Since there was no other criteria to consider, I agreed. Wouldn't you know it, we showed up to the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion on opening night and practically every woman I saw was in black. It's like Eric has a female sixth sense or something--how does he do that? I mean, his daily wardrobe includes cargo shorts and t-shirts with cocky designs. (For instance, he has a t-shirt with a picture of a bride and groom cutting a wedding cake with a caption below that reads, "Big Mistake.") But I digress.

To return to the opera: I took advantage of the chance to dress-up a bit and did the whole nine yards--hair, make-up, pearls, etc. Erin always makes fun of me, but I must have done a decent job because Eric approved. I don't wear make-up that often, so he took advantage of the blue moon and preserved the Kodak moment. So, dressed to impress, we met up with his mom and sisters and headed for downtown L.A. I'm pretty sure we were the only opera goers arriving in a Dodge Ram pickup (again--and Eric says my family's redneck!). The opera was set to begin at 7:30 and I worked all day, so we didn't have time for dinner. Instead we grabbed soup and sandwiches at a little stand outside of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion and ate standing at the bar. It was a bit busy, so I was stuck next to the condiments and people stepped in front of me every now and then to get napkins and whatnot. Eric told me later that at one point when a woman stepped away he started to check me out and then realized it was his wife. ...He said that in a way that suggested his thoughts went from a definite interest to "Oh--nevermind." Thanks, sweetie.

It's too bad pictures weren't allowed inside the auditorium. It was pretty impressive. We were up in the balcony and as we walked down a surprisingly steep stairway to our seats I discovered a newfound fear of heights. It really felt as if one false step would send you tumbling down onto the seats below. Fortunately there were no false steps, so there was no tumbling. The opera began a few minutes late, as is customary. Wish that was a policy in my line of work.

Considering Tosca's libretto is in Italian, I wasn't sure if I would even be able to comprehend what was going on once the action started, but there was a screen mounted above the stage that presented the lyrics in English, each phrase fading in and out. Even though I had never seen an opera before, I was expecting it to be melodramatic, but I found it to be much more so than I ever expected. The music was beautiful and the singers' musical talents were amazing, but some of the lyrics reminded me of Harlequin romances:

Oh, at your side to listen there
To the voices of the night
As they rise through the starlit,
Shadowed silences:
From the woods, from the thickets
And the dry grass, from the depths
Of shattered tombs
Scented with thyme,
The night murmurs
Its thousand loves
And false counsels
To soften and seduce the heart.
Oh wide fields, blossom! and sea winds throb
In the moon's radiance, ah,
Rain down desire you vaulted stars!
Tosca burns with a mad love!

No offense to you romance fans out there, but that kind of stuff just isn't my bag. At one point one of the characters sings of the "enrapturing"scent of roses. That word made me wonder if I'd ever been "enraptured" by anything... The best I could come up with was an image of a warm brownie fresh from the oven with a large scoop of vanilla ice cream melting over it. So, to a certain extent the over the top emotion took me out of it, but I was undeniably amazed at Puccini's skill at musical expression. In a way, I think the words are distracting--the music was so directly emotional I think the words were superfluous. The music had an epic quality and swept you along on the emotional roller coaster ride of the story. The plot, of course, is full of intrigue. I can do no better than the L.A. Opera website's description of this "action-packed psychological thriller":
"Political power and its abuse intensify the tragic love triangle between the fiery diva Floria Tosca, the handsome painter Mario Cavaradossi, and the sadistic police chief Baron Scarpia. Obsessed with the tempestuous singer, the villainous Baron plays a cruel cat-and-mouse game with her and her lover. Tosca strikes a bargain with the diabolical Scarpia only to experience horrifying consequences."

What I enjoyed also was the idea that I was seeing a production that originally came to the stage in Rome circa 1900. To think that Puccini composed this opera over a hundred years ago and it is still being performed in opera houses across the world today is amazing.

Sunday, May 11

In Honor of Moms...

Happy Mother's Day, moms! In honor of the day, I thought I'd post a link to a funny website I just found out about called Postcards from Yo Momma. It's a collection of e-correspondence from moms submitted by their kids. Some of them are pretty funny--you can almost hear the "Oh, Mom!" when you read some of them. Enjoy!

Wednesday, May 7

A Museum Educator Should--

The following piece was recently circulated at the annual American Association of Museum’s annual conference in Denver. The text is an adaptation of a work by Pamela Redmond Satran, although it’s typically erroneously attributed to Maya Angelou. Authorship questions aside, I love the sentiments it expresses. If you’d like to read Satran’s original work, go here.

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

that magic combination of toughness and kindness

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

lots of storage space and even more restricted endowment

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

Something perfect to wear if the donor of your dreams shows up OR a group of pre-schoolers is suddenly arriving in an hour

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

the opportunity (early on) to experiment and try things out as if no one else is watching

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

mistakes important enough that you’re looking forward to sharing them in your old age…

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

Construction paper, glue, pipe cleaners and a tolerance for glitter…

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

an unwavering belief that museums change people’s lives and that what you do matters – even if you do it with pipe cleaners

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

a friend who always makes you laugh…one who lets you cry…and one who makes you listen

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

the good sense to pay attention and know what to copy

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

time to be with real visitors and gallery activities that make your audience feel smart

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

an extra extension cord, access to turning off audio in galleries, and a key to the janitor’s closet

A MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD HAVE…

a thick skin, a kind heart, the patience of Job, and a lack of long term memory

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

how to dedicate yourself to a job without losing yourself to it

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

how to say “no” – and mean it…and how to say “yes” and do it

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

how to quite a job, disagree with a colleague, and confront a collaborator without ruining the relationship

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

when to try harder…and WHEN TO WALK AWAY

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

good questions are more important that good answers

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

…how to see yourself through the eyes of others – but not necessarily to believe what they see

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

what you will and will not do on principle

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

whom you can trust, whom you can’t, and why you shouldn’t take it personally…

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

where to go…be it into the arms of a friend or lover…or to the gym…when your soul needs soothing and your resolve needs strengthening…

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

what you can and can’t accomplish in a day…a month…and a year…

EVERY MUSEUM EDUCATOR SHOULD KNOW…

there is no solution, so seek lovingly…

Thursday, May 1

A Little Praise

I saw this the other day and it made me smile, so I thought I'd share.