November 8th, 2007


Shoreditch: guaranteed tired the next day

I got sucked into having pints after worked (by "sucked" I mean invited by my boss's boss and thereby getting a free pass to leave early) and somehow still made it mostly on time to my pre-theater dinner meetup with RobinNoLJ(Yet) across the street from the Barbican.

The Michael Clark Stravinsky Project is really worth writing about, and not just because the foolish 7:45 start time contributed painfully to my midnight end time and braindeadness today. I was pretty excited about seeing a show that had three Stravinsky pieces in it (despite being so far up in the theater I expected to see a colony of bats lodged above us), since he's one of my favorite composers. The chosen pieces were "Apollo" (not very exciting musically in my book), "Rite of Spring" (need I say more), and "Les Noces," which as it turns out is pretty good even though it started out reminding me of the stimmtspiele stuff we saw with Pierrot Lunaire that about turned me off having singing at a dance performance ever again. And hey, the program "warned" that the evening contained nudity, which in my mind is always a positive thing in an arts performance, especially if we're talking dance.

This promise was not entirely carried out, though the costuming was actually quite interesting. Dancers in rubber skirts? Dancers in body stockings with shiny bits wrapped around their bodies in interesting patterns? I liked this part. However, I was quite taken aback by the dancers wearing toliet seats on their shoulder with their heads protruding from the center. What really was this about? Was the "Rite of Spring" (called "Mmmmm" as a dance performance) really all about people who really needed to go to the bathroom? Collapse )

Anyway, though it was a good night, I would have preferred to just see two pieces (they were all quite meaty, so it wouldn't have been like I would have felt cheated) and got home a little earlier. Tonight is Aida, and I sure hope it's compelling because I am going to be worn out.

More on health and weight, or: does bacon kill, part two

Right, wechsler linked to a study saying fat people live longer. I think this is also discussed in today's New York Times. Check out this telling quote:

"The new study began several years ago when the investigators used national data to look at death risks according to body weight. They concluded that, compared with people of normal weight, the overweight had a decreased death risk and the underweight and obese had increased risk."

Let's contrast this with last week's "being fat causes cancer" headlines: "[C]ontrary to expectations, the obese did not have an increased risk of dying from cancer [comparison of different types of cancer and effect of weight] ... In the end, the increases and decreases in cancer risks balanced out."

It did say this: "The higher death rate in obese people, as might be expected, was almost entirely driven by a higher death rate from heart disease." And there was a diabetes tie-in here, too.

Also, exercise is good for your brains. So can we stop obsessing about being fat (per the BMI calculator I am, FYI), and get some exercise and be happy, now?
Sea dragon

Back from Aida

I had a good time tonight - dinner with shadowdaddy and wechsler at Wahaca ("I had a taco but I ate it"), then we went around the corner to ENO to see Aida. It was a good show, 'nuff said, satisfying my non-opera loving soul with it's, er, semi-romantic/tragic ending, garish, garish clothing (did Egyptian priests really wear gold lame?), and an audience member needing to be carried off during the final duet (she was babbling a bit, I suspect she'd collapsed from the heat).

Anyway, perhaps a bit more of a review tomorrow. It's a brand new production and tonight was opening night so I'd really like to write about it more, but since we're heading out of town tomorrow and I need to get up early enough to do a LITTLE more packing, I need to get in bed now. Night, all.