Nessun dorma
Still listening to Pavarotti today – how sad – but how wonderful that unlike my father there are many excellent recordings of his sonorous voice.
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Year: 2007
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Stopping the monkey chatter and the benefits of listening
The best part of my job is doing interviews with industry experts – I love talking about media and through these conversations I learn a lot of other things about life in general. Similarly, when called upon to act as relationship counselor with friends, I learn, from listening to them, things about myself that aren’t immediately apparent to me. For one thing, I have a lot of monkey chatter – these simian creatures hang from…
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Shed a tear for Luciano Pavarotti
Pavarotti died at 71 years of age today – how truly sad. I’m right in the middle of work and trying to hold Eli in abeyance and I flipped to Itunes and listened to Nessun Dorma to commemorate this great singer. Too many roads converged – the call to prayer reminding me of my father, who sang like Pavarotti, and Pavarotti who sang like god, and the coffee grounds that showed my heart as big…
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Maybe it’s just a bad case of the “fears”
Yesterday, it was not one, but several times I found myself in the eye of a hurricane – a relationship hurricane that is. A quick trip to the market to get some fruit and vegetables found me smack dab in the middle of a set-to between a couple of over ten years. Then my mother called to agonize over my sister’s impending divorce. Later, right when the gloaming was starting, I went outside to the…
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New Orleans Athletic Club
I’ve been patronizing every tom, dick and harry gym in this city for the past two years – hemorrhaging money all over the place – Uncle Joe’s, Salvation Studio, Romney Pilates. I finally decided to consolidate it all under the NOAC and went for my first Pilates class there today. Of course, the only Pilates instructor, who was highly recommended, has given up this particular class as of today and there was a new instructor.…
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It’s worse than I thought down there
Loca and I walked through City Park this morning and again I was impressed by how beautiful the park looks two years after the storm. This afternoon, I was speaking to a colleague who said he watched a documentary last night on Katrina and he was impressed by how horrific the devastation was down here – saying he can’t believe how many homes (50,000) were destroyed – I had to correct him and tell him…
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Compressing Monday into Tuesday
So Labor Day is a ruse because actually Tuesday is Monday squared. Good gracious. Summer’s over and work got out the gate like a house on fire. But I just wanted a couple of things today and they happened so despite the fact that it was nonstop go starting at 5AM, the end result was a nice day. Late in the afternoon I went to pick up Jake from school – I haven’t seen him…
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Kayaking on the bayou
A neighbor who lives on the court is away for the summer so J and I pulled her kayak out and hosed it down and took it out for a spin. There is something so delicious about having this body of water right in front – that you can slip a kayak into and suddenly be on the water with fish jumping all around you. I paddled to the Cabrini bridge but could get underneath…
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August 31, 1990
Since I was gone, I had about a hundred reminders pop up on my computer when I returned. In deleting them, I came across this one – August 31, 1990: first date at Olive Oil’s. I deleted the entire entry, but not without flinching.