INSERT INTO `wp_posts` VALUES (3501,1,'2011-01-22 15:29:59','2011-01-22 22:29:59','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/mercier.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3475\" title=\"mercier\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/mercier-195x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"195\" height=\"300\" /></a>I seem to be on a beauty kick this week.  <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/20/day-52-revisited-seduce-men-from-20-feet-away/\" target=\"_blank\">On Day 52 Revisited</a></strong>, Brettesy taught us how to strut our stuff while leaving unsuspecting men seduced in our paths. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Today, I share with you the secret to flawless skin. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Token male readers, if there is a woman in your life and a gift-giving occasion approaches, then keep reading.  If not, then you may want to go <strong><a href=\"http://www.menshealth.com/\" target=\"_blank\">here </a></strong>or <strong><a href=\"http://www.thebroadwaymusicals.com/lyrics/camelot/howtohandleawoman.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a></strong> (the latter is exceptional advice, if you ask me). </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Lately, I have been a wee bit overly obsessed with \"uneven skin tone\". </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies, you know exactly of what I speak. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Token male readers, if you are still reading, you are puzzled and scratching your head. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This time of year in my fair city is dry, dry, dry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Today\'s forecast:  high 74, sunny, bluest of blue skies, 18% humidity.  [Go ahead and hate me if you\'re snowed in right now.  Or hop on a plane (when you can get out) and come and join me.  :-) ]</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Holy lack of moisture, Batman!!! </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Low humidity = dry and flaky skin. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>i.e, not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">i.e, you can forget about foundation, unless you fancy brown flakes on your face.   Ewwww...</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What\'s a girl living in The Valley of the Sun to do during the winter? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Go without foundation and deal with \"uneven skin tone\", of course! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then waltz around life worrying that everyone is noticing your \"uneven skin tone\". </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Actual text message from me to David aka Captain Adventure:</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:  </strong>Out of curiousity, did u notice any \"uneven skin tone\" on my face when u were here for din-din last week?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(for the record, I was not wearing any sort of coverage.  This was pre-Day 115, and I did not know that Nirvana in a Tube existed.)</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(waiting for reply)</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Be brutally honest.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(waiting for reply)</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>David:</strong>  No. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Token male readers who have read this far are still puzzled and scratching their heads.)</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies, YOU know that these eensy weensy beauty flaws drive us to distraction. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all want to feel good about ourselves as we shuffle about our day!  We all want to feel beautiful!  We all want to put our best face forward with flawless skin!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>We all want coverage that won\'t turn into brown flakes in the winter!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies, please get thee to The Greatest Department Store on Earth or visit <a href=\"http://www.Nordstrom.com\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.Nordstrom.com</strong></a><strong> </strong>and treat yourself to Laura Mercier\'s Tinted Moisturizer.  I promise that this is the answer to all of our \"uneven skin tone in combination with dry, flaky winter skin\" woes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Face Nirvana in a Tube is worth every penny. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>','Day 115:  Face Nirvana in a Tube','','inherit','open','open','','3473-revision-14','','','2011-01-22 15:29:59','2011-01-22 22:29:59','',3473,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/22/3473-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(3502,1,'2011-01-22 15:30:48','2011-01-22 22:30:48','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/mercier.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3475\" title=\"mercier\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/mercier-195x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"195\" height=\"300\" /></a>I seem to be on a beauty kick this week.  <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/20/day-52-revisited-seduce-men-from-20-feet-away/\" target=\"_blank\">On Day 52 Revisited</a></strong>, Brettesy taught us how to strut our stuff while leaving unsuspecting men seduced in our paths. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Today, I share with you the secret to flawless skin. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Token male readers, if there is a woman in your life and a gift-giving occasion approaches, then keep reading.  If not, then you may want to go <strong><a href=\"http://www.menshealth.com/\" target=\"_blank\">here </a></strong>or <strong><a href=\"http://www.thebroadwaymusicals.com/lyrics/camelot/howtohandleawoman.htm\" target=\"_blank\">here</a></strong> (the latter is exceptional advice, if you ask me). </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Lately, I have been a wee bit overly obsessed with \"uneven skin tone\". </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies, you know exactly of what I speak. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Token male readers, if you are still reading, you are puzzled and scratching your head. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>This time of year in my fair city is dry, dry, dry. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Today\'s forecast:  high 74, sunny, bluest of blue skies, 18% humidity.  [Go ahead and hate me if you\'re snowed in right now.  Or hop on a plane (when you can get out) and come and join me.  :-) ]</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Holy lack of moisture, Batman!!! </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Low humidity = dry and flaky skin. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>i.e, not pretty. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">i.e, you can forget about foundation, unless you fancy brown flakes on your face.   Ewwww...</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>What\'s a girl living in The Valley of the Sun to do during the winter? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Go without foundation and deal with \"uneven skin tone\", of course! </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>And then waltz around life worrying that everyone is noticing your \"uneven skin tone\". </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Actual text message from me to David aka Captain Adventure:</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong> </strong> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:  </strong>Out of curiousity, did u notice any \"uneven skin tone\" on my face when u were here for din-din last week?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(For the record, I was not wearing any sort of coverage.  This was pre-Day 115, and I did not know that Nirvana in a Tube existed.)</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(waiting for reply)</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Be brutally honest.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(waiting for reply)</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>David:</strong>  No. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Token male readers who have read this far are still puzzled and scratching their heads.)</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em> </em> </p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies, YOU know that these eensy weensy beauty flaws drive us to distraction. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We all want to feel good about ourselves as we shuffle about our day!  We all want to feel beautiful!  We all want to put our best face forward with flawless skin!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>We all want coverage that won\'t turn into brown flakes in the winter!</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies, please get thee to The Greatest Department Store on Earth or visit <a href=\"http://www.Nordstrom.com\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>www.Nordstrom.com</strong></a><strong> </strong>and treat yourself to Laura Mercier\'s Tinted Moisturizer.  I promise that this is the answer to all of our \"uneven skin tone in combination with dry, flaky winter skin\" woes. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Face Nirvana in a Tube is worth every penny. <br class=\"spacer_\" /></strong></span></span></p>','Day 115:  Face Nirvana in a Tube','','inherit','open','open','','3473-revision-15','','','2011-01-22 15:30:48','2011-01-22 22:30:48','',3473,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/22/3473-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(3503,1,'2011-01-24 01:11:29','2011-01-24 08:11:29','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.aish.com/h/15sh/\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong> <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong> Uh-oh.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong> <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong> January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong> We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong> <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em> I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>*************************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in your \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!</p>','Day 116:  Improvised Tree Planting ','','publish','open','open','','day-116-improvisational-tree-planting','','','2011-01-23 21:26:24','2011-01-24 04:26:24','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=3503',0,'post','',2),(3504,1,'2011-01-23 10:53:11','2011-01-23 17:53:11','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision','','','2011-01-23 10:53:11','2011-01-23 17:53:11','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(3505,1,'2011-01-23 10:53:45','2011-01-23 17:53:45','','Day 116:  `','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-2','','','2011-01-23 10:53:45','2011-01-23 17:53:45','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(3506,1,'2011-01-25 01:11:32','2011-01-25 08:11:32','<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\nWe didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\nI know this sounds incredibly strange but...\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\nI\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span>\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\nI kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\nI asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house. <span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"> <span style=\"font-size: small;\">(<strong>Bonus:</strong> Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free dog advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></span></span>\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\nLatin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n(Yes, Bella received a free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>\r\n\r\nAncient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />\r\n\r\n<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>\r\n\r\n<br class=\"spacer_\" />','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','publish','open','open','','day-117-sangria-with-my-latin-lovah','','','2011-02-28 19:50:42','2011-03-01 02:50:42','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=3506',0,'post','',11),(4219,1,'2011-02-28 19:56:04','2011-03-01 02:56:04','<a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/michelegoldstein/408462723/sizes/m/in/photostream/\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-4211 alignnone\" title=\"408462723_b9e460b554\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/408462723_b9e460b554-300x233.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"233\" /></a>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nNot too long ago, I ignored my intuition from last summer and agreed to <strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/25/day-117-sangria-with-my-latin-lovah/\" target=\"_blank\">Sangria with Latin Lovah</a></strong>.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nI then agreed to Mojitos with LL this past Saturday night.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nTo badly paraphrase <strong><a href=\"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ooi8Cnb1fx0\" target=\"_blank\">The Motels</a></strong>, \"Take the L out of Lovah and it\'s Ovah\".\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMy advice to all the single (and married) ladies (and men) out there:  Always follow your intuition.  <em>Always.</em>\n\n&nbsp;\n\nWe all deserve only soul-scintillating experiences, 365 day project or not.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nAre we in agreement?\n\n&nbsp;\n\nGood.  :-)\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;','Day 153:  Take the L out of (Latin) Lovah & It\'s Ovah','','inherit','open','open','','4209-revision-8','','','2011-02-28 19:56:04','2011-03-01 02:56:04','',4209,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/02/28/4209-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(3507,1,'2011-01-23 10:54:29','2011-01-23 17:54:29','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision','','','2011-01-23 10:54:29','2011-01-23 17:54:29','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(3508,1,'2011-01-26 01:11:14','2011-01-26 08:11:14','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_3547\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"You can take the girl out of the theatre, but you&#39;ll never take the theatre out of the girl.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">The arts are in my blood.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention at o\'dark-thirty.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still sports a woody for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and melt to the floor in an awkward embrace.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate moment wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\" Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am a sucker for a far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR, for heaven\'s sake!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I need to be moved by my art.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush.  So dramatic.  So <em>Italian.</em> <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','publish','open','open','','day-118-snoozing-at-the-opera','','','2011-01-25 19:47:19','2011-01-26 02:47:19','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=3508',0,'post','',5),(3509,1,'2011-01-23 10:55:05','2011-01-23 17:55:05','','Day 118:  Night at the Opera Zzzzzzz','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision','','','2011-01-23 10:55:05','2011-01-23 17:55:05','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3508-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(3510,1,'2011-01-27 01:11:14','2011-01-27 08:11:14','<p><a href=\"http://www.flickr.com/photos/thomashawk/103363685/\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3613\" title=\"genuisbar\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/genuisbar-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" /></a><strong><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/21/day-113-i-joined-a-cult-please-dont-tell-my-mother/\" target=\"_blank\">It had been one whole week since I purchased my first Mac</a></strong><strong>. </strong> Now what?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I purchased the One-to-One plan because I relished the idea of peppering my Geniuses with learning curve questions on a regular basis.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>On Day 119, I set out for my first visit to the Genius Bar!  Can you spell e-x-c-i-t-e-d?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>However, I learned once I arrived that I was speaking incorrect lingo in the foreign world of Apple.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Actual conversation between me and Genius Denise (with a hint of artistic license): </span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me: </strong>So...you\'re my personal Genius, right?  Does this mean that you\'ll help me on my way to Geniusdom as well?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Genius Denise: </strong> <em>(with her Apple permagrin) </em>Actually, I am a \"creative\".  The Geniuses are the technicians that fix the computers.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong> <em>(sipping my magic Mac kool-aid)</em> Wow.  So they must really be slow back there because nothing ever goes wrong with a Mac, right?  They are practically perfect in every way, right?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Creative Denise:</strong> <em>(uber-chipper) </em>You got it!  Would you like for me to get you some more kool-aid?  Isn\'t it yummy?!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Denise whisked me through my first One-to-One.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Can you spell I-n-f-o-r-m-a-t-i-o-n O-v-e-r-l-o-a-d?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>It\'s all good.  Denise and I are now best buds so I\'ll return shortly to bug her with questions that arise on the curve.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Truth be told, I am one of those kinesthetic learner types who just needs to dive in and play around on my own.  I once reinstalled Windows all by my lonesome because I was going to slit my wrists if I had to stay on hold with India much longer.  I think I can figure out a Mac.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Because they are so intuitive.  And practically perfect in every way.  Right?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 119:  My Apple Geniuses and Me','','publish','open','open','','day-119-my-apple-geniuses-and-me','','\nhttp://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/21/day-113-i-joined-a-cult-please-dont-tell-my-mother/','2011-01-26 19:48:02','2011-01-27 02:48:02','',0,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?p=3510',0,'post','',3),(3511,1,'2011-01-23 10:55:31','2011-01-23 17:55:31','','Auto Draft','','inherit','open','open','','3510-revision','','','2011-01-23 10:55:31','2011-01-23 17:55:31','',3510,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3510-revision/',0,'revision','',0),(3512,1,'2011-01-23 11:34:18','2011-01-23 18:34:18','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional.  :-) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol for the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.   We walked over to her Jewish calendar to check the dates. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice:  I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Me:  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  (pointing to the calendar) Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  (holding up a grapefruit)  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most beautiful citrus tree that you have ever seen!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities. </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-3','','','2011-01-23 11:34:18','2011-01-23 18:34:18','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(3513,1,'2011-01-23 11:36:23','2011-01-23 18:36:23','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional.  :-) </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which I did last 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/></p>\n\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most beautiful citrus tree that you have ever seen!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities. </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-4','','','2011-01-23 11:36:23','2011-01-23 18:36:23','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(3514,1,'2011-01-23 11:37:41','2011-01-23 18:37:41','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.   <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  (holding up a grapefruit)  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most beautiful citrus tree that you have ever seen!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities. </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-5','','','2011-01-23 11:37:41','2011-01-23 18:37:41','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(3515,1,'2011-01-23 11:43:20','2011-01-23 18:43:20','','felice','','inherit','open','open','','felice','','','2011-01-23 11:43:20','2011-01-23 18:43:20','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3516,1,'2011-01-23 11:44:41','2011-01-23 18:44:41','','seed','','inherit','open','open','','seed','','','2011-01-23 11:44:41','2011-01-23 18:44:41','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3517,1,'2011-01-23 11:45:24','2011-01-23 18:45:24','','treeplant1','','inherit','open','open','','treeplant1','','','2011-01-23 11:45:24','2011-01-23 18:45:24','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3518,1,'2011-01-23 11:46:05','2011-01-23 18:46:05','','treeplant2','','inherit','open','open','','treeplant2','','','2011-01-23 11:46:05','2011-01-23 18:46:05','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3519,1,'2011-01-23 11:48:02','2011-01-23 18:48:02','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  (holding up a grapefruit)  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most beautiful citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>P.S.  Felice -- when I googled Tu B\'shvat today, I noticed that the 2010 date is January 30th.  Is your calendar different, or did we read it incorrectly?  Oops!  :-o </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-6','','','2011-01-23 11:48:02','2011-01-23 18:48:02','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(3520,1,'2011-01-23 11:49:14','2011-01-23 18:49:14','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 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src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**************************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>P.S.  Felice -- when I googled Tu B\'shvat today, I noticed that the 2010 date is January 30th.  Is your calendar different, or did we read it incorrectly?  Oops!  :-o </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-7','','','2011-01-23 11:49:14','2011-01-23 18:49:14','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(3521,1,'2011-01-23 11:53:17','2011-01-23 18:53:17','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a 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/></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  (holding up a grapefruit)  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most beautiful citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>P.S.  Felice -- when I googled Tu B\'shvat today, I noticed that the 2010 date is January 30th.  Is your calendar different, or did we read it incorrectly?  Oops!  :-o </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>P.P.S -- Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in you \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you</p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-8','','','2011-01-23 11:53:17','2011-01-23 18:53:17','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(3522,1,'2011-01-23 11:54:34','2011-01-23 18:54:34','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  (holding up a grapefruit)  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most beautiful citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>P.S.  Felice -- when I googled Tu B\'shvat today, I noticed that the 2010 date is January 30th.  Is your calendar different, or did we read it incorrectly?  Oops!  :-o </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>P.P.S -- Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in you \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-9','','','2011-01-23 11:54:34','2011-01-23 18:54:34','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(3523,1,'2011-01-23 12:13:03','2011-01-23 19:13:03','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em>  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>P.S.  Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in your \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-autosave','','','2011-01-23 12:13:03','2011-01-23 19:13:03','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(3528,1,'2011-01-23 12:11:35','2011-01-23 19:11:35','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em>  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in you \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-14','','','2011-01-23 12:11:35','2011-01-23 19:11:35','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(3524,1,'2011-01-23 11:54:47','2011-01-23 18:54:47','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  (holding up a grapefruit)  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most beautiful citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Felice -- when I googled Tu B\'shvat today, I noticed that the 2010 date is January 30th.  Is your calendar different, or did we read it incorrectly?  Oops!  :-o </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.P.S -- Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in you \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-10','','','2011-01-23 11:54:47','2011-01-23 18:54:47','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(3525,1,'2011-01-23 12:08:14','2011-01-23 19:08:14','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em>  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Felice -- when I googled Tu B\'shvat today, I noticed that the 2010 date is January 30th.  Is your calendar different, or did we read it incorrectly?  Oops!  :-o </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.P.S -- Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in you \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-11','','','2011-01-23 12:08:14','2011-01-23 19:08:14','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(3527,1,'2011-01-23 12:11:12','2011-01-23 19:11:12','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em>  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in you \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-13','','','2011-01-23 12:11:12','2011-01-23 19:11:12','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(3526,1,'2011-01-23 12:09:05','2011-01-23 19:09:05','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em>  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Felice -- when I googled Tu B\'shvat today, I noticed that the 2010 date is January 30th.  Is your calendar different, or did we read it incorrectly?  Oops!  :-o </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.P.S -- Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in you \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-12','','','2011-01-23 12:09:05','2011-01-23 19:09:05','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(3552,1,'2011-01-23 21:00:46','2011-01-24 04:00:46','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  <span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free dog advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Yes, Bella received a free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-9','','','2011-01-23 21:00:46','2011-01-24 04:00:46','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(3529,1,'2011-01-23 12:13:34','2011-01-23 19:13:34','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em>  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in your \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-15','','','2011-01-23 12:13:34','2011-01-23 19:13:34','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(3530,1,'2011-01-23 12:14:38','2011-01-23 19:14:38','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.jewishbyte.com/tubshvat.php\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em>  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>*************************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in your \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-16','','','2011-01-23 12:14:38','2011-01-23 19:14:38','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(3531,1,'2011-01-23 20:20:20','2011-01-24 03:20:20','<p>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as text code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  (Bonus:  Bella is happy after me working all week.  Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free advice and possibly even a quick home exam.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to mix his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Friday Night Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-2','','','2011-01-23 20:20:20','2011-01-24 03:20:20','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(3532,1,'2011-01-23 20:26:59','2011-01-24 03:26:59','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-200','','','2011-01-23 20:26:59','2011-01-24 03:26:59','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3533,1,'2011-01-23 20:28:35','2011-01-24 03:28:35','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-201','','','2011-01-23 20:28:35','2011-01-24 03:28:35','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3536,1,'2011-01-23 20:31:08','2011-01-24 03:31:08','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-202','','','2011-01-23 20:31:08','2011-01-24 03:31:08','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3537,1,'2011-01-23 20:33:02','2011-01-24 03:33:02','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-203','','','2011-01-23 20:33:02','2011-01-24 03:33:02','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3539,1,'2011-01-23 20:35:33','2011-01-24 03:35:33','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-204','','','2011-01-23 20:35:33','2011-01-24 03:35:33','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3540,1,'2011-01-23 20:42:14','2011-01-24 03:42:14','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  (Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Yes, Bella received free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3532\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  He would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network may be contacting him about his own show.  He needs to maintain some sort of mystery.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Friday Night Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-3','','','2011-01-23 20:42:14','2011-01-24 03:42:14','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(3541,1,'2011-01-23 20:47:15','2011-01-24 03:47:15','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  <span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Yes, Bella received free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3532\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  He would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Friday Night Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-4','','','2011-01-23 20:47:15','2011-01-24 03:47:15','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(3542,1,'2011-01-23 20:51:18','2011-01-24 03:51:18','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  <span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Yes, Bella received free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-5','','','2011-01-23 20:51:18','2011-01-24 03:51:18','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(3545,1,'2011-01-23 21:00:35','2011-01-24 04:00:35','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  <span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free dog advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Yes, Bella received a free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-8','','','2011-01-23 21:00:35','2011-01-24 04:00:35','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(3543,1,'2011-01-23 20:56:44','2011-01-24 03:56:44','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  <span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Yes, Bella received free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jajajajajajajajaja!!!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(That\'s how Latin Lovah writes \"hahahahahaha!!\" in his texts.  Isn\'t that cute?  ;-) )</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-6','','','2011-01-23 20:56:44','2011-01-24 03:56:44','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(3544,1,'2011-01-23 20:58:09','2011-01-24 03:58:09','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  <span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Yes, Bella received free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Jajajajajajajajaja!!!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(That\'s how Latin Lovah writes \"hahahahahaha!!\" in his texts.  Isn\'t that cute?  ;-) )</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-7','','','2011-01-23 20:58:09','2011-01-24 03:58:09','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(3546,1,'2011-01-23 21:01:50','2011-01-24 04:01:50','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house.  <span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free dog advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Yes, Bella received a free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\n\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-autosave','','','2011-01-23 21:01:50','2011-01-24 04:01:50','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3506-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(3547,1,'2011-01-23 21:04:36','2011-01-24 04:04:36','','OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA','','inherit','open','open','','olympus-digital-camera-205','','','2011-01-23 21:04:36','2011-01-24 04:04:36','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg',0,'attachment','image/jpeg',0),(3548,1,'2011-01-23 10:55:25','2011-01-23 17:55:25','<p>actually thought I was getting sick sooooo tired.  but nope.  Just sheer boredom.  and disbelief. </p>','Day 118:  Night at the Opera Zzzzzzz','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-2','','','2011-01-23 10:55:25','2011-01-23 17:55:25','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3508-revision-2/',0,'revision','',0),(3549,1,'2011-01-23 21:05:26','2011-01-24 04:05:26','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>actually thought I was getting sick sooooo tired.  but nope.  Just sheer boredom.  and disbelief.</p>','Day 118:  Night at the Opera Zzzzzzz','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-3','','','2011-01-23 21:05:26','2011-01-24 04:05:26','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3508-revision-3/',0,'revision','',0),(3550,1,'2011-01-23 21:18:46','2011-01-24 04:18:46','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and will fall asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I practically dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!  I am an \"arts person\"!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!  I was an \"arts teacher\" for 16 years!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  It\'s in my blood!  I revel in all things artistic!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</p>\n\n<p>(you can take the girl out of musical theatre, but you can\'t take musical theater out of the girl.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried it a few times now, and it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">tually thought I was getting sick sooooo tired.  but nope.  Just sheer boredom.  and disbelief.</span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-4','','','2011-01-23 21:18:46','2011-01-24 04:18:46','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3508-revision-4/',0,'revision','',0),(3551,1,'2011-01-23 12:20:42','2011-01-23 19:20:42','<p>I have always been intrigued by traditions from various cultures and religions.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>My friend, Felice, shared with me the story behind the Jewish holiday <strong><a href=\"http://www.aish.com/h/15sh/\" target=\"_blank\">Tu B\'shvat (New Year for Trees)</a></strong> not too long ago.  Felice is a former teacher as well, so her storytelling is exceptional. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I wish I thought to record her for you, but for now, just close your eyes and imagine the sweetest and softest of voices speaking of planting trees as a symbol of the Jewish faith\'s optimism and hope for the future.  By planting a tree, you are making the earth a more beautiful place for future generations. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #008000;\">Sound familiar?  Tu B\'shvat was around loooooooong before Earth Day, peeps. </span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice and I initially talked about Tu B\'shvat in autumn.  She suggested that we celebrate the tree planting together for the blog some time in February!  Hurrah!  I made a note to remind her in January. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Which I did last Thursday, January 20th.  </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(walking over to her Jewish calendar at ther desk)</em> I hope we didn\'t miss it.  Sometimes it falls in January.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  Uh-oh. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(pointing to the calendar)</em> Oh, here it is:  January 20th.  What is today?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  January 20th.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><em>(Silence.  Thinking.  More silence.</em>)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Me:</strong>  We need tree seeds.  Do you think we have remaining Trees in a Box that we used to send to customers as a thank you for \"going green\" with our webinars? </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Felice:</strong>  <em>(holding up a grapefruit)</em>  I don\'t know, but we have THIS!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Felice then breaks into storytelling mode and spins a tale of her daughter planting a citrus seed which produced the most magnificent citrus tree that you have ever seen. </p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You gotta love teachers for their heart and their improvisational abilities!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3515\" title=\"felice\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/felice-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3516\" title=\"seed\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/seed-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3517\" title=\"treeplant1\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3518\" title=\"treeplant2\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/treeplant2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>*************************************************************<br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>P.S.  Attention smokers at Noble Publishing Superpower:  First of all, those things will give you cancer.  Second of all, I\'ve done my part in beautifying and purifying the air in your \"area\".  Now, throw those butts in the trash, you litterbugs, you!  </p>','Day 116:  Improvisational Tree Planting ','','inherit','open','open','','3503-revision-17','','','2011-01-23 12:20:42','2011-01-23 19:20:42','',3503,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/23/3503-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(3553,1,'2011-01-24 08:30:03','2011-01-24 15:30:03','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house. <span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"> (Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free dog advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Yes, Bella received a free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-10','','','2011-01-24 08:30:03','2011-01-24 15:30:03','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3506-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(3554,1,'2011-01-24 08:30:50','2011-01-24 15:30:50','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house. <span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"> <span style=\"font-size: small;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free dog advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Yes, Bella received a free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-11','','','2011-01-24 08:30:50','2011-01-24 15:30:50','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3506-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(3555,1,'2011-01-24 08:31:22','2011-01-24 15:31:22','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3533\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210178-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a>I met my Latin Lovah last Spring.  We had a handful of dates and then...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>We didn\'t see each other again until this past Friday night.   :-)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I know this sounds incredibly strange but...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I\'ve been sooooooo busy with all things blog and puppy and life.  I\'ve had no desire to complicate things further with men.  When I am in need of a shot of testosterone, I have plenty of male friends to hang out with.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">But Latin Lovah kept checking in regularly via text with invitations of mixing his signature homemade sangria for me.  I took this as code for \"booty call\".  Wouldn\'t you?</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I kept declining \"sangria\" invites, and then around the 7 month mark, I caved.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I asked Latin Lovah if we could stage this little fiesta at my house. <span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"> <span style=\"font-size: small;\">(Bonus:  Bella would be happy to have me home after me working all week.  <span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Added bonus:  Latin Lovah is a vet which means that I could shamelessly solicit free dog advice and possibly even score a quick home exam.)</strong></span></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Latin Lovah arrived with ingredients in hand to stir up his magic.  Bella took to him like flies on caca, and that\'s all I can say for now because Latin Lovah is SUCH a good sport for allowing me to plaster his mug and our evening up in a public forum.  He\'s a really good egg and deserves a shred of privacy, for heaven\'s sake!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Yes, Bella received a free exam WITHOUT ME ASKING.  Some people simply have a difficult time leaving work behind at the office.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(No, it wasn\'t a \"booty call\".  Latin Lovah is smart, muscular -- he\'s an Ironman triathlete --, AND respectful.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3532 alignnone\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210179-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3536\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210180-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3537\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210181-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ancient Columbian Secret.  Latin Lovah would not share the name of this mysterious ingredient with me.  This is probably for the best, as The Food Network will be contacting him about his own show. He can\'t reveal everything just yet.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182.jpg\"><img class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3539\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1210182-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" /></a></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>','Day 117:  Sangria with My Latin Lovah','','inherit','open','open','','3506-revision-12','','','2011-01-24 08:31:22','2011-01-24 15:31:22','',3506,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3506-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(3556,1,'2011-01-24 12:00:57','2011-01-24 19:00:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an \"arts teacher\" for 16 years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">I <em>revel </em>in all things artistic!</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</p>\n\n<p>(you can take the girl out of musical theatre, but you can\'t take musical theater out of the girl.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Mr. Opera Announcer came out to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a <em>Jersey Shore</em> intellectual midget\'s book topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Late Bloomer\'s <em>Turandot</em> in a Nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once upon a time there was a trainwreck of a Princess Turandot of Peking who carried not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she was a Royal Biotch.  Since men have loved trainwrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.  (Because even those men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)  The suitors must answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, they are immediately beheaded.  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">tually thought I was getting sick sooooo tired.  but nope.  Just sheer boredom.  and disbelief.</span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-5','','','2011-01-24 12:00:57','2011-01-24 19:00:57','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-5/',0,'revision','',0),(3557,1,'2011-01-24 12:20:38','2011-01-24 19:20:38','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an \"arts teacher\" for 16 years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">I <em>revel </em>in all things artistic!</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</p>\n\n<p>(you can take the girl out of musical theatre, but you can\'t take musical theater out of the girl.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Mr. Opera Announcer came out to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a <em>Jersey Shore</em> intellectual midget\'s book topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Late Bloomer\'s <em>Turandot</em> in a Nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once upon a time there was a trainwreck of a Princess Turandot of Peking who carried not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she was a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since men have loved trainwrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawled out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.  (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, they were immediately beheaded.  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon seeing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.  He vows to tap her gong and in a moment of testosterone-induced hallucination, thinks he can unlock all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as her father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for trainwrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women and blog writers fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and rings the gong anyway.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">tually thought I was getting sick sooooo tired.  but nope.  Just sheer boredom.  and disbelief.</span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-6','','','2011-01-24 12:20:38','2011-01-24 19:20:38','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-6/',0,'revision','',0),(3558,1,'2011-01-24 12:45:15','2011-01-24 19:45:15','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an \"arts teacher\" for 16 years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">I <em>revel </em>in all things artistic!</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</p>\n\n<p>(you can take the girl out of musical theatre, but you can\'t take musical theater out of the girl.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Mr. Opera Announcer came out to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a <em>Jersey Shore</em> intellectual midget\'s book topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Late Bloomer\'s <em>Turandot</em> in a Nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once upon a time there was a trainwreck of a Princess Turandot of Peking who carried not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she was a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since men have loved trainwrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawled out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.  (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, they were immediately beheaded.  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon seeing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.  He vows to tap her gong and in a moment of testosterone-induced hallucination, thinks he can unlock all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as her father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for trainwrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women and blog writers fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and rings the gong anyway.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Trainwreck emerges from her boudoir, and Calaf (surprise, surprise!) solves all three riddles!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Twisted, huh?  Truly twisted.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was a ping pong aficionado) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares no one will sleep in Peking that night!  Citizens are tortured to reveal the name of the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Trainwreck even though a woman who was practically a family member just died at her hands) and the two of them kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  The two of them looked like they had eaten waaaayyyyy too much Peking Duck.  Perhaps brown rice and veggies are in order.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.  Princess Trainwreck and Prince Co-Dependent will live happily ever after!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">tually thought I was getting sick sooooo tired.  but nope.  Just sheer boredom.  and disbelief.</span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-7','','','2011-01-24 12:45:15','2011-01-24 19:45:15','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-7/',0,'revision','',0),(3559,1,'2011-01-24 12:55:13','2011-01-24 19:55:13','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an \"arts teacher\" for 16 years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">I <em>revel </em>in all things artistic!</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</p>\n\n<p>(you can take the girl out of musical theatre, but you can\'t take musical theater out of the girl.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Mr. Opera Announcer came out to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a <em>Jersey Shore</em> intellectual midget\'s book topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Late Bloomer\'s <em>Turandot</em> in a Nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once upon a time there was a trainwreck of a Princess Turandot of Peking who carried not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she was a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since men have loved trainwrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawled out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.  (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, they were immediately beheaded.  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon seeing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.  He vows to tap her gong and in a moment of testosterone-induced hallucination, thinks he can unlock all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as her father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for trainwrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women and blog writers fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and rings the gong anyway.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Trainwreck emerges from her boudoir, and Calaf (surprise, surprise!) solves all three riddles!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Twisted, huh?  Truly twisted.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was a ping pong aficionado) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares no one will sleep in Peking that night!  Citizens are tortured to reveal the name of the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Trainwreck even though a woman who was practically a family member just died at her hands) and the two of them kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  They both need to lay off the Peking duck and eat more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.  Princess Trainwreck and Prince Co-Dependent will live happily ever after!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I restate:  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em>I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is lush and passionate.  Instead, I feel like I\'ve been let down by yet another emotionally unavailable man.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Unlike Liu, I\'ve broken that pattern.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ll stick with a*&amp;*&amp;(*&amp;( from now on.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">tually thought I was getting sick sooooo tired.  but nope.  Just sheer boredom.  and disbelief.</span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-8','','','2011-01-24 12:55:13','2011-01-24 19:55:13','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-8/',0,'revision','',0),(3560,1,'2011-01-24 13:01:47','2011-01-24 20:01:47','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an \"arts teacher\" for 16 years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">I <em>revel </em>in all things artistic!</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</p>\n\n<p>(you can take the girl out of musical theatre, but you can\'t take musical theater out of the girl.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Mr. Opera Announcer came out to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a <em>Jersey Shore</em> vapid poser\'s book topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Late Bloomer\'s <em>Turandot</em> in a Nutshell:</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Once upon a time there was a trainwreck of a Princess Turandot of Peking who carried not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she was a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since men have loved trainwrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawled out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.  (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, they were immediately beheaded.  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon seeing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.  He vows to tap her gong and in a moment of testosterone-induced hallucination, thinks he can unlock all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as her father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for trainwrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women and blog writers fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and rings the gong anyway.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Trainwreck emerges from her boudoir, and Calaf (surprise, surprise!) solves all three riddles!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Twisted, huh?  Truly twisted.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was a ping pong aficionado) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares no one will sleep in Peking that night!  Citizens are tortured to reveal the name of the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Trainwreck even though a woman who was practically a family member just died at her hands) and the two of them kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  They both need to lay off the Peking duck and eat more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.  Princess Trainwreck and Prince Co-Dependent will live happily ever after!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I restate:  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em>I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is lush and passionate.  Instead, I feel like I\'ve been let down by yet another emotionally unavailable man.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Unlike Liu, I\'ve broken that pattern.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I\'ll stick with a*&amp;*&amp;(*&amp;( from now on.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">tually thought I was getting sick sooooo tired.  but nope.  Just sheer boredom.  and disbelief.</span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-9','','','2011-01-24 13:01:47','2011-01-24 20:01:47','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-9/',0,'revision','',0),(3561,1,'2011-01-24 19:58:48','2011-01-25 02:58:48','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">The arts are in my blood! </span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><br />\n</span></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">I <em>revel </em>in all things artistic!</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</p>\n\n<p>(you can take the girl out of musical theatre, but you can\'t take musical theater out of the girl.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a <em>Jersey Shore</em> vapid poser topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Late Bloomer\'s </strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Turandot</strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong> in a Nutshell:</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.  (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.  In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Twisted, huh?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though a woman who was practically a family member just died at her hands).  The two of them kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.  May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human being\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotional</p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span><br />\n</span></span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-10','','','2011-01-24 19:58:48','2011-01-25 02:58:48','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-10/',0,'revision','',0),(3562,1,'2011-01-24 20:10:18','2011-01-25 03:10:18','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">The arts are in my blood! </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser Jersey Shore topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-11','','','2011-01-24 20:10:18','2011-01-25 03:10:18','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-11/',0,'revision','',0),(3563,1,'2011-01-24 20:11:52','2011-01-25 03:11:52','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">The arts are in my blood! </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser Jersey Shore topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-12','','','2011-01-24 20:11:52','2011-01-25 03:11:52','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-12/',0,'revision','',0),(3564,1,'2011-01-24 20:12:59','2011-01-25 03:12:59','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">The arts are in my blood! </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-13','','','2011-01-24 20:12:59','2011-01-25 03:12:59','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-13/',0,'revision','',0),(3565,1,'2011-01-24 20:14:03','2011-01-25 03:14:03','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">The arts are in my blood! </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-14','','','2011-01-24 20:14:03','2011-01-25 03:14:03','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-14/',0,'revision','',0),(3566,1,'2011-01-24 20:15:40','2011-01-25 03:15:40','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me!  I never fall asleep at the theatre!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!  <span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\">The arts are in my blood! </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-15','','','2011-01-24 20:15:40','2011-01-25 03:15:40','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-15/',0,'revision','',0),(3567,1,'2011-01-24 20:15:48','2011-01-25 03:15:48','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-16','','','2011-01-24 20:15:48','2011-01-25 03:15:48','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-16/',0,'revision','',0),(3569,1,'2011-01-24 20:16:52','2011-01-25 03:16:52','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong>Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-18','','','2011-01-24 20:16:52','2011-01-25 03:16:52','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-18/',0,'revision','',0),(3568,1,'2011-01-24 20:16:22','2011-01-25 03:16:22','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-17','','','2011-01-24 20:16:22','2011-01-25 03:16:22','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-17/',0,'revision','',0),(3570,1,'2011-01-24 20:18:08','2011-01-25 03:18:08','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-19','','','2011-01-24 20:18:08','2011-01-25 03:18:08','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-19/',0,'revision','',0),(3571,1,'2011-01-24 20:18:55','2011-01-25 03:18:55','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-20','','','2011-01-24 20:18:55','2011-01-25 03:18:55','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-20/',0,'revision','',0),(3572,1,'2011-01-24 20:19:40','2011-01-25 03:19:40','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">Turandot</span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\">Turandot</span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-21','','','2011-01-24 20:19:40','2011-01-25 03:19:40','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-21/',0,'revision','',0),(3573,1,'2011-01-24 20:21:32','2011-01-25 03:21:32','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span> (Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span> In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.  (Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-22','','','2011-01-24 20:21:32','2011-01-25 03:21:32','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-22/',0,'revision','',0),(3586,1,'2011-01-24 20:57:57','2011-01-25 03:57:57','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still carries a torch for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am a sucker for a far-fetched tale when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-35','','','2011-01-24 20:57:57','2011-01-25 03:57:57','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-35/',0,'revision','',0),(3574,1,'2011-01-24 20:23:16','2011-01-25 03:23:16','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf.  Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf. </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-23','','','2011-01-24 20:23:16','2011-01-25 03:23:16','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-23/',0,'revision','',0),(3575,1,'2011-01-24 20:25:24','2011-01-25 03:25:24','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</span></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf. </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-24','','','2011-01-24 20:25:24','2011-01-25 03:25:24','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-24/',0,'revision','',0),(3576,1,'2011-01-24 20:27:02','2011-01-25 03:27:02','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</span></span></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf. </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If she guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-25','','','2011-01-24 20:27:02','2011-01-25 03:27:02','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-25/',0,'revision','',0),(3577,1,'2011-01-24 20:29:01','2011-01-25 03:29:01','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</span></span></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to<span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf. </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-26','','','2011-01-24 20:29:01','2011-01-25 03:29:01','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-26/',0,'revision','',0),(3579,1,'2011-01-24 20:30:14','2011-01-25 03:30:14','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</span></span></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\">In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to</span><span style=\"font-size: small;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf. </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-28','','','2011-01-24 20:30:14','2011-01-25 03:30:14','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-28/',0,'revision','',0),(3578,1,'2011-01-24 20:29:09','2011-01-25 03:29:09','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</span></span></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\">In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to</span><span style=\"font-size: small;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf. </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-27','','','2011-01-24 20:29:09','2011-01-25 03:29:09','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-27/',0,'revision','',0),(3581,1,'2011-01-24 20:37:15','2011-01-25 03:37:15','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><br />\n</span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\">In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to</span><span style=\"font-size: small;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf. </span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">I am a sucker for far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters.</em></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-30','','','2011-01-24 20:37:15','2011-01-25 03:37:15','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-30/',0,'revision','',0),(3580,1,'2011-01-24 20:30:16','2011-01-25 03:30:16','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</span></span></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\">In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to</span><span style=\"font-size: small;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf. </span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!  <span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.  (Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumpled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Now, I am a sucker for far-fetched story when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>**********************************************</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-29','','','2011-01-24 20:30:16','2011-01-25 03:30:16','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-29/',0,'revision','',0),(3583,1,'2011-01-24 20:42:39','2011-01-25 03:42:39','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">I am a sucker for far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters.</em></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-32','','','2011-01-24 20:42:39','2011-01-25 03:42:39','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-32/',0,'revision','',0),(3582,1,'2011-01-24 20:40:56','2011-01-25 03:40:56','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly,  then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful sa</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to</span><span style=\"font-size: small;\"> unlock the secret answers of all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.   Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to get her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as non-comic relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed!  Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is seemingly in love with Calaf (who still loves Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">I am a sucker for far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters.</em></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-31','','','2011-01-24 20:40:56','2011-01-25 03:40:56','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-31/',0,'revision','',0),(3584,1,'2011-01-24 20:50:51','2011-01-25 03:50:51','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still car Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\">I am a sucker for far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters.</em></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-33','','','2011-01-24 20:50:51','2011-01-25 03:50:51','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-33/',0,'revision','',0),(3585,1,'2011-01-24 20:54:33','2011-01-25 03:54:33','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still carries a torch for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12.7315px;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">I am a sucker for far-fetched tale when the characters are </span><em><span style=\"font-size: small;\">likable</span></em><span style=\"font-size: small;\">.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND! </span><em><span style=\"font-size: small;\">When there is an emotional connection to the characters.</span></em></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>**********************************************</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>How about THIS for a jaw-dropping rendition of \"Nessun Dorma\"?  A buff opera singer who emotionally connects on the stage and in the kitchen!  Be still, my heart!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-34','','','2011-01-24 20:54:33','2011-01-25 03:54:33','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-34/',0,'revision','',0),(3587,1,'2011-01-24 20:58:13','2011-01-25 03:58:13','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still carries a torch for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am a sucker for a far-fetched tale when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR, for heaven\'s sake!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-36','','','2011-01-24 20:58:13','2011-01-25 03:58:13','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-36/',0,'revision','',0),(3588,1,'2011-01-26 19:43:17','2011-01-27 02:43:17','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n[caption id=\"attachment_3547\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"You can take the girl out of the theatre, but you&#39;ll never take the theatre out of the girl.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">The arts are in my blood.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention at o\'dark-thirty.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still sports a woody for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and melt to the floor in an awkward embrace.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate moment wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>The End.</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\" Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I am a sucker for a far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR, for heaven\'s sake!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I need to be moved by my art.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush.  So dramatic.  So <em>Italian.</em> <br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\n\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\n\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-autosave','','','2011-01-26 19:43:17','2011-01-27 02:43:17','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-autosave/',0,'revision','',0),(3589,1,'2011-01-24 20:59:03','2011-01-25 03:59:03','<p><a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still carries a torch for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am a sucker for a far-fetched tale when the characters are likable.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR, for heaven\'s sake!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-37','','','2011-01-24 20:59:03','2011-01-25 03:59:03','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-37/',0,'revision','',0),(3590,1,'2011-01-24 21:00:58','2011-01-25 04:00:58','[caption id=\"attachment_3547\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"You can take the girl out of the theatre, but you&#39;ll never take the theatre out of the girl.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still carries a torch for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am a sucker for a far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR, for heaven\'s sake!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-38','','','2011-01-24 21:00:58','2011-01-25 04:00:58','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-38/',0,'revision','',0),(3591,1,'2011-01-24 21:01:16','2011-01-25 04:01:16','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_3547\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"You can take the girl out of the theatre, but you&#39;ll never take the theatre out of the girl.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still carries a torch for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am a sucker for a far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR, for heaven\'s sake!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-39','','','2011-01-24 21:01:16','2011-01-25 04:01:16','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-39/',0,'revision','',0),(3592,1,'2011-01-24 21:03:08','2011-01-25 04:03:08','<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_3547\" align=\"alignleft\" width=\"225\" caption=\"You can take the girl out of the theatre, but you&#39;ll never take the theatre out of the girl.\"]<a href=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184.jpg\"><img class=\"size-medium wp-image-3547\" title=\"OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA\" src=\"http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/P1220184-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" /></a>[/caption]\r\n\r\n<p>You know how some people joke about turning into their parents?</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Well, I\'ve turned into my Uncle John.  He\'ll be front and center at a Broadway show and falls asleep.  It drives my aunt crazy.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I dozed off Saturday night at the opera.  During each of the three acts.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>But wait a minute!  This is not like me.  I never fall asleep at the theatre.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am an \"arts person\"!  I performed in the theatre for over 10 years!  I was an arts teacher for 12+ years!  I consider myself an \"arts advocate\"!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The arts are in my blood.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Except for opera.  I\'m coming right out and saying it:  Opera is Boring.</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have tried opera a few times now, and I\'ve decided that it\'s a complete snoozaroo.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Believe you me, there was no one more excited about dressing up and meeting my fellow arts-fartsy friend, Mark, for <em>Turandot </em>on Saturday night.  \"Nessun Dorma\" invaded my brain weeks ago, and I couldn\'t wait to hear it performed live for the first time.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Before the show, Mr. Opera Announcer appeared on stage to report a sold out house.  I applauded passionately.  Hurrah for the arts selling out!  In a week where a vapid poser from the <em>Jersey Shore</em> topped the best-seller list, no less!  There is hope yet for American culture!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The lights dimmed.  The curtain rose.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Zzzzzzzzzzzz...</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Is it just me, or is the story of </span></span></strong><em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></em><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"> completely and utterly ridiculous?</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Late Bloomer\'s </span></span></strong></span></span><em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\">Turandot</span></span></strong></span></span></em><span style=\"font-size: large;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff9900;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"> in a Nutshell:</span></span></strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you a train wreck of a princess named Turandot of Peking.  Princess Turandot carries not only her own man-hating baggage, but the man-hating baggage of her ancestors.  In other words, she is a Royal Biotch.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Since men have loved train wrecks since the beginning of time, suitors crawl out of the world\'s woodwork to pursue Her Royal Pain in the Ass.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Because even though men have professed to hate \"drama\" since the beginning of time, we all know that they crave a challenge.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The suitors are asked to answer three riddles to win Turandot\'s hand in marriage, and if they answer incorrectly, then off with their heads!  Heads roll (literally and frequently) around Peking in ceremonial fashion.  Hordes of sick bastards come from all over the country to watch the entertainment.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>One of these onlookers is the most Co-Dependent Man of All Time, Prince Calaf. </strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Upon witnessing yet another rolling head, Calaf declares that he is madly in love with this blood-thirsty and psychologically damaged princess.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In a moment of testosterone-induced frenzy, Calaf vows to unlock the secret answers to all three impossible riddles.  He ignores the pleas of his blind and decrepit father, as well as his father\'s caretaker, the young and beautiful slave girl, Liu.  Predictably, Liu pines away for the emotionally unavailable (except for train wrecks, that is) Calaf.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 13.1944px;\"><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">(Because even the most intelligent women fall for emotionally unavailable men from time to time.)</span></span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Calaf throws a temper tantrum in front of Daddy and taps Turandot\'s gong to capture her attention.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Princess Train Wreck emerges from her boudoir, and she is one miffed little cookie.  NO woman enjoys being awakened from her beauty sleep.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot throws all three riddles at Calaf, and (surprise, surprise!) he solves them all!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot FREAKS and screams her notes in stereotypical opera lady fashion.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Co-Dependent Calaf gives her a way out:  If Turandot guesses his name by dawn (he is presently a \"stranger\" in Peking), then she can behead him.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>Twisted, huh?</strong></span></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>In the meantime, 3 little twits by the name of Ping, Pong and Pang (I\'m guessing Puccini was an avid ping pong player) flit across the stage as comic (and I use that term lightly) relief.  Because operas aren\'t long enough.  (I fell asleep here.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot declares that no one will sleep in Peking that night until the stranger\'s identity is revealed! Citizens are tortured to name the stranger.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Turandot even threatens to torture the elderly blind man!  To rescue the poor soul, Liu steps in and swears that she is the only one who knows the stranger\'s name!</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #800080;\">When Turandot calls for the executioner, Liu throws herself on to a sword and kills herself in the name of co-dependency disguised as love.</span></strong></span></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The story then moves very quickly, as before we know it, Turandot is suddenly in love with Calaf (who still carries a torch for Princess Train Wreck even though Liu just died at her hands).  The two lovers kiss and awkwardly melt to the floor.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>(Poor things.  Their passionate move wouldn\'t have been so ungainly if they had only laid off the Peking duck and eaten more brown rice and veggies.)</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Elderly and blind Daddy who, minutes ago, crumbled at the loss of his beloved Liu, now celebrates with the kingdom.  He embraces his murderess of a daughter-in-law.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">May Princess Train Wreck and Prince Co-Dependent live happily ever after!  Everyone sing and rejoice!</span></span></strong></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>The End.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Let me ask you again, \"Is it just me, or is the story of <em>Turandot</em> completely and utterly ridiculous???\"  Call me crazy, but I like my protagonists to fall under the category of \"flawed-yet-decent human beings\".</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I am a sucker for a far-fetched tale when the characters are <em>likable</em>.  I am a former THEATRE MAJOR, for heaven\'s sake!  I can escape to a story and suspend reality in a NANOSECOND!  <em>When there is an emotional connection to the characters. </em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>I have been introduced to likable characters in other operas, but I have never experienced an emotional connection in the operas that I\'ve seen.  I thought it might happen with Puccini because his music is so lush and passionate.</p>\r\n\r\n<p><br class=\"spacer_\" /></p>\r\n\r\n<p>Oh, well.  To each his own.  I\'ll keep \"Nessun Dorma\" in my head, but I\'ll let opera buffs take the rest of <em>Turandot.</em></p>\r\n\r\n<p><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><span style=\"font-size: x-large;\"><br />\r\n </span></span></p>','Day 118:  Snoozing at the Opera','','inherit','open','open','','3508-revision-40','','','2011-01-24 21:03:08','2011-01-25 04:03:08','',3508,'http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2011/01/24/3508-revision-40/',0,'revision','',0),