A new locale

Hi everyone!

I started a tumblr page.  While I’m not entirely ditching my infrequently updated blog, you’ll get much much more Greeky via tumblr… and everything I post here gets automatically forwarded there.

So,  my beloved readers, update your bookmarks, google readers and RSS feeds:  http://supergreek.tumblr.com/

:)

An open letter found on the internet

The alternative… move to Europe, Bali, or Israel. Who’s in?

Dear Red States:

If you manage to steal this election too we’ve decided we’re leaving.
We intend to form our own country, and we’re taking the other Blue
States with us. In case you aren’t aware, that includes California,
Hawaii, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois
and all the Northeast. We believe this split will be beneficial to the
nation, and especially to the people of the new country of New
California.

To sum up briefly:

You get Texas, Oklahoma and all the slave states.

We get stem cell research and the best beaches.

We get the Statue of Liberty.

You get Dollywood.

We get Intel and Microsoft.

You get WorldCom.

We get Harvard.

You get Ole’ Miss.

We get 85% of America’s venture capital and entrepreneurs.

You get Alabama.

We get two-thirds of the tax revenue, you get to make the red states
pay their fair share.

Since our aggregate divorce rate is 22% lower than the Christian
Coalition’s, we get a bunch of happy families.

You get a bunch of single moms.

Please be aware that Nuevo California will be pro-choice and anti-war,
and we’re going to want all our citizens back from Iraq at once. If
you need people to fight, ask your evangelicals. They have kids
they’re apparently willing to send to their deaths for no purpose, and
they don’t care if you don’t show pictures of their children’s caskets
coming home. We do wish you success in Iraq , and hope that the WMDs
turn up, but we’re not willing to spend our resources in Bush’s
Quagmire.

With the Blue States in hand, we will have firm control of 80% of the
country’s fresh water, more than 90% of the pineapple and lettuce, 92%
of the nation’s fresh fruit, 95% of America’s quality wines, 90% of
all cheese, 90% of the high tech industry, 95% of the corn and
soybeans (thanks Iowa!), most of the U.S. low-sulfur coal, all living
redwoods, sequoias and condors, all the Ivy and Seven Sister schools
plus Stanford, Cal Tech and MIT.

With the Red States, on the other hand, you will have to cope with 88%
of all obese Americans (and their projected health care costs), 92% of
all U.S. mosquitoes, nearly 100% of the tornadoes, 90% of the
hurricanes, 99% of all Southern Baptists, virtually 100% of all
televangelists, Rush Limbaugh, Bob Jones University, Clemson and the
University of Georgia.

We get Hollywood and Yosemite, thank you.

Additionally, 38% of those in the Red states believe Jonah was
actually swallowed by a whale, 62% believe life is sacred unless we’re
discussing the war, the death penalty or gun laws, 44% say that
evolution is only a theory, 53% believe that Saddam was involved in
9/11 and 61% of you crazy bastards believe you are people with higher
morals then we lefties.

Finally, we’re taking the good pot, too. You can have that dirt weed
they grow in Mexico

Peace out,

Blue States

kindness

This made me so happy.

For some reason (maybe since it’s 1am and I’m really tiiired,) I couldn’t get the embedded link to work. Que sera sera.

I think that this is amazing, really. People like this still exist.

i miss new york.

from Overheard in New York…

Who Needs a Television When You’ve Got the City?

(a soprano is singing an opera aria in her apartment on the 4th floor)

Random man on street (screaming up to the window): Girl, you’re not even gonna sing the high note?! Pussy!
Soprano (screaming out the window): Everyone’s a fucking critic!

–Inwood

Think we’ve all had these days…

Thank you LOLCats.

I don’t think a youtube video has ever made me cry before

but this one did… I’m in the middle of a very strange place musically and artistically right now. Tomorrow is my day off, and I’ll be doing some meditation on it tonight. With a bucket of coffee I may actually find that I’m articulate. We’ll see…

Thank you Lorraine Hunt Lieberson, for making me shed a few tears for this performance. I somehow needed to see this today.

Oh, whats one more liberal political post?

I had a 45 minute conversation about politics with my wonderful, yet horribly fiscally conservative, W/McCain/Palin-loving mom.  Immediately afterwards, I donated money to the Obama campaign.

My parent’s right wing views are a post in and of itself. I’ll get to it another time. I love them, but they watch fox news while they wait for their dinner delivery. YEA.

This little youtube gem is from the immer-hilarious tree.

me (11:11:43 AM): i love satan

thetree (11:11:48 AM): me too.

thetree (11:11:49 AM): oh

thetree (11:11:52 AM): you mean the cartoon.

Matt Damon on Sarah Palin

I’m sorry that all I’ve been posting recently have been links on politics. My life as of late has revolved around 19th Century opera and 21st century politics. You’ll get updates on the former tomorrow, as I FINALLY have a day off. I’m preparing to sleep til around noon. Please do not call, write, send carrier pigeons or smoke signals, as I will ignore them all.

THANK YOU MATT DAMON, you beautiful brainy man, you. He really summed this up well.

THANK YOU, DAILY SHOW. thank you.

I couldn’t get the embedded link to work… CLICK HERE FOR AWESOME HYPOCRISY!

i love him and want to have his babies…

a few left wing giggles for a Thurs

Thanks for the always entertaining Tree for this one:

Pygmalion Revisited!

Hey, world. Miss me?

I’m back in pdx. I know you’ve all missed me.

Big things are changing in my life. I’m still sorting through them all. I just returned from 7 days in New York and 10 incredible days in Israel. It has changed my life. How, exactly? One can only truly tell over time. I guess you’ll come along for the ride.

First change? The SBEB and I split up. It was very apparent when he came to pick me up from the airport that our relationship had run it’s course. We’d both been unhappy for a while and being apart highlighted it.

So, I’m single. Yikes.

I plan on posting some meditations on my trip in the near future.  I have one week left to prep for the beginning of the season, so I need to stop being a lazy asshole and get to work.

xoxox

NEW YORK HERE I COME.

I’m currently sitting on my bedroom floor, clothes and bags strewn around me, not packing. My red eye to JFK leaves in a little under 6 hours. I have plenty of time.

I CAN’T WAIT TO GO TO NEW YORK. I could hardly stand still in my voice lesson today, I was so excited. If you’re in town and want some Greek in your life, facebook/twitter/comment/call/email/text me. I can get them all on my blackberry.

The thing about going home to my parents sweet East side apartment is that they don’t have internet. OR A COMPUTER. I’m packing up the isty-bitsy laptop and hoping that their crazy neighbor hasn’t figured out how to encrypt her wireless.

The short of it? I’ll be basically without internet ’til Aug 9 when I’m back in Portland.

I will be out of the country from July 27-Aug 6. I’m planning on taking upwards of 7000 photos while in Israel, so fear not, you’ll get to see all the beauty of the holy land and all the stupidity of the jews on the bus.

xoxox

a haiku for the week.

I’m in a haikuish mood, i guess. Check out my twitter for a few more.

I wake in Portland

Next week in hot Israel

New York in between.

Forty Questions… One word answers.

From the blog of the wonderful Airstream Diva…

40 questions you must answer with one word.
Try it. (You can see I’m all about the procrastination…)

1. Where is your cell phone? bedroom
2. Your significant other?  Oregonian
3. Your hair?   Curly
4. Your mother? Adorable
5. Your father? Hero
6. Your favorite time of day? Morning.
7. Your dream last night? strange
8. Your favorite drink? coffee
9. Your dream goal? changing.
10. The room you’re in? Television.
11. Your ex? Tall.
12. Your fear? failure.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Stable.
14. What you are not? Shy.
15. Your Favorite meal? Lamb.
16. One of your wish list items? Wealth.
17. The last thing you did? Knit.
18. Where you grew up? Jersey!
19. What are you wearing? Ponytail.
20. Your TV is? Jeff’s
21. Your pets? nonexistent.
22. Your computer? small.
23. Your life? truckin.’
24. Your mood? excited.
25. Missing someone? always
26. Your car? borrowed.
27. Something you’re not wearing? shoes.
28. Favorite store? unaffordable.
29. Your summer? Traviata.
30. Your favorite colour? Kelly.
31. When is the last time you laughed? Hammontree.
32. When is the last time you cried? Mountain.
33. Your health? great?
34. Your children? zero.
35. Your future? unwritten
36. Your beliefs? love.
37. Young or old? young (damnit!)
38. Your image? shifting
39. Your appearance? tanning.
40. Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? perhaps…

try it.

I love you San Fran!

I want this to happen SOOOOO badly.

My parents would be pissed! heheheh.

My ridiculously super sweet vintage dress

Before I begin on my amazingly awe-inspiring purchase, I have to give well overdue thanks to two wonderful people, Steph and Matt. These saints are a wonderfully married couple who let me crash on their couch in their SWEEEEEEET loft in the mission district in beautiful San Francisco. Thanks to my crappy blog skills, I never actually finished my Cali trip travel log, so they never got the big THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU over Internet like they deserved.

On the Friday of the trip, sadly both Steph and Matt had to go to work and I was on my own to roam about my favorite US city all by myself. She and I grabbed a little breakfast at this industrialized cafe around the corner from the sweeeeet loft and we went on a little joy ride so I could see the ridiculous houses in Pacific Heights (the #4 most expensive neighborhood in the world.)  She then asked me what I’d like to do with my last day of stress and psychotic website checking.

“Vintage clothes shopping.” She handed me a map and dropped my off at the Haight.

While I was in college, we performance majors had this pesky little “Non-music history” requirement that hung over our heads like an anvil during our four years. I was decided to take summer classes after sophomore year and was able to get into one of the most coveted classes at the Carnegie Mellon University, Music and the counter culture of the 50s and 60s. Oh, yes. This wonderful class on beat and hippie culture was taught through the history department and therefore met our requirements. It was next to impossible to get into during the year and I nabbed it during summer session. Rock on.

I mention my favorite class in all of undergrad for one reason; much of the revolution we studied happened in that area of San Francisco. Sadly, it’s changed quite a bit, but being there still put a huge stupid grin on my face while I thought of Jack Kerouac getting stoned off his noggin’ and writing his stream of consciousness prose in one of these now unbelievably expensive condos.

I wandered around for most of the day and on my last leg of the trip I wandered into La Rosa Vintage which my dear friend warned me was fabulous but steep. I decided to take my chances.

I found the most amazing dress EVER. Period. There it is, hanging on my closet door.

That’s hand stitched lace people!

my boobs fit PERFECTLY in the shell balconet. It’s from the early 50s and made for my body.

Why do I bring this up? Besides to make you horribly jealous of the newest VIP member of the closet… I FINALLY have a place to wear it. My two friends from college, Nikki and Graham are having a big ol’ black tie wedding in pgh this August and I’m TOTALLY wearing this amazing gown to the affair. Yes.

Now I just need to find shoes…

a little weird for your tuesday…

This was sent to me this morning from my friend Rachel in NY.

Yes, 1, 2, and 3 are different and some may construe this as being slightly offensive.

RAT CHICKEN TRILOGY.

America takes over the world, again.

And this time, I think I’m ok with it.

I like my chickens to be virgins, too.

oh, man! My parents would HATE this…

They think I’m a crazy liberal. I shake my head and sigh at them.

Special thanks to Artsy for this one.

SO hardcore.

One of the many reasons I’m dating an Oregonian.

Kinda sexy, right?

My big sister.

I’m not talking about Victor. or Samantha for that matter.

My theta big sister, Lara, funny enough, is from Portland. She’s lived in Pittsburgh for the last few years and has now moved to sunny San Jose.

I was voicing my concern about becoming too granola since moving out west. She assured me that, thanks to the chemicals from the NJ Turnpike, my east coast soul would not go organic.

This is her reaction to my AIM away message.

lara (4:13:18 PM): “big im not granola am i?”

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Auto Response from Me (4:13:18 PM): walking to yoga.

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lara (4:13:23 PM): see above

lara (4:13:23 PM):

Crap. After walking home from yoga, I ate organic trail mix.

Pause #5: My boyfriend is from Mars.

So, I get this random e-mail from the SBEB today while he was at work.  While I e-mail people funny shit throughout the day, he doesn’t. At all. Getting this from him, or anything, for that matter,  was a big surprise.

He thought that it would perhaps help me understand him.

This is my favorite quote so far:

“Advanced Nerd Tweakage

If you’re still reading, then I’m thinking that your nerd is worth keeping. Even though he’s apt to vanish for hours, has a strange sense of humor, doesn’t like you touching his stuff, and often doesn’t listen when you’re talking directly at him, he’s a keeper. Go figure.”

Bingo. I went to Carnegie Mellon. I should be used to super nerdy people. I guess I’m out of practice.

Fig.

So… I continue on my California trip.

After my audition in San Jose, I hauled it back to Berkeley to see my friend Bryan perform in Figaro at the Berkeley Rep Theater. It was a funny coincidence that he and I were both in California at the same time. I had heard so much about this multi-media play/opera that he was in. I was SO STOKED to go see it.

It was a FANTASTIC show. It’s essentially a two person play (Figaro and Il Conte,) with the operatic excerpts happening as flashback. It’s a sort of revamping of the three Figaro plays (Barber of Seville, Marriage of Figaro, and the Guilty Mother,) rolled into one story from the point of the French Revolution, all the while incorporating scenes from Mozart’s Le Nozze di Figaro. The set is very sparse and most of the scenery is done with projections, but is able to make some truly beautiful moments. The Countess is brought in laying on a small boat covered with dark red roses and sings Porgi Amor horizontal while being dragged around by the older version of her husband. The moment is STUNNING. It’s funny, it’s sad, and more so than anything else, it’s very poignant. Granted, Nozze is one of my favorite operas and I always tear up for no reason about half way through, it made me appreciate the opera so much more.

I also appreciated that they tied in ALL of the plays. Nine times out of ten, people never incorporate that the Countess is the saucy Rosina from Barber and that the Count fought like hell to get her… or that she gets knocked up by Cherubino sometime in this opera and has a son. Ooops. Makes for a thicker plot though, no?

Now, is the all of the singing Met quality? No.  In my opinion, the men were a lot stronger than the women. The singing overall is quite good, especially for doing 8 shows a week. Imagine that, opera singers… EIGHT SHOWS. My larynx jumped thinking about it. The show isn’t an opera though. It’s not about the singing. Its about the story and the interaction of these characters.

Which is what opera’s supposed to be about, too, right? Ain’t that food for thought?

a chub charge?

Seriously?

I need to hit the gym before I head to Israel! Sheeeesh.

Pause #2

Only in Portland.

I wonder if he paid his fare…

A survey (yes, really.)

I was reading my beloved Artsy’s blog and apparantly, she and I are still psychically linked. I ALSO checked my myspace page for the first time time in months and months and ALSO giggled at the surveys that my bored friends were doing.

I’m not judging you love… I’m joining you.

Shit you already know about ME:

Hi, my name is:
Miss Super Greek Anapoppopopapalios, III

But you can call me:

Jersey or Chichi, because everyone else at work now does.
The one perso​n who can drive​ me nuts is:

Just one? But there are so many! Hmmm… I will leave this at one nameless coworker. You know who it is.

My high schoo​l was:
Teeny tiny private school in rich-bitch New Jersey. I somehow survived without any serious psychological damage. Go me.

When I’m nervo​us I:

Talk alot and stand very tall with my legs crossed. Its very very very strange. I did it all morning when I met the SBEB’s Grandparents and whenever auditioners want to talk to me. I’m really afraid that it makes me look like I’m about to pee myself.

When I’m mad I:

Cry or scream obscenities. It’s totally dependent on the type of anger.

The last song I liste​ned to was:
Besides the “GUNG GUNG” of Law and Order? I’m Yours by Jason Mraz because I’m cheesy.

If I were to get marri​ed right​ now it would​ be to:
My work boyfriend, Henry, the yellow lab. He’s the only one that understands me.

My hair is:

Wet and absorbing my Kiehl’s leave in conditioner… ooooh yeeeeeeeea.

When I was 4:

Played a lot of atari and started dance classes. If my parents had given me tennis lessons, I’d probably be a stock broker with a real job. Damnit!

Last Chris​tmas:

I flew back to wonderful and amazing Oregon after an impromptu all night excursion to Mohegan Sun with my favorite jews.

I shoul​d be:
Getting dressed and doing my hair, but my bathrobe is so comfy…

When I look down I see:

BOOBS!

I love:

The sun, hiking, my awesome and amazing friends, my family, Portland’s simplicity and beauty, New York’s wildness and strength, the smell of lavender, yoga, new clothes, olive oil and italian bread, peanut butter, and the stupid antics my boyfriend and I have.

The happi​est recen​t event​ was:

Spending the evening with the one and only lizpoj after a badass audition.

If I were a chara​cter on ‘Frie​nds’ I would​ like to be:

I wouldn’t be. I never found friends funny. I know, I know… I have no soul.

By this time next year:
I will know where the hell I’ll be living in 30 days… or not. Both of which is awesome and not bad.

I’m curre​ntly mad at:

Jennifer, for making a really heinous schedule for Thursday.

I have a hard time under​stand​ing:
A lot in the world. I am a soprano.

If I won an award​,​ the first​ few peopl​e I would​ tell would​ be:
My mom, unless my dad picked up the phone.

I want to buy:

A really nice loft apartment with exposed brick, an open air granite counter top kitchen, complete with a full set of hanging copper pots, a corner balcony, and a fireplace. Is that so much to ask?

I plan to one day:

To be finally happy in my own skin with the life choices I’ve made.

If you spent​ the night​ at my house​:

You’d laugh all night while we drank beer or ate ice cream and would have a strong cup of coffee waiting for you when you woke up.

The world​ could​ do witho​ut:
Assholes. You know who you are.

Most recen​t thing​ I’ve bough​t mysel​f:

Pretty purple thank you cards, an armband ipod holder, and $.31 scoop of ice cream for both me and my main man.

Most recen​t thing​ someo​ne else bough​t me:

Coffee this morning.

My middl​e name is:
Gilda, after my grandmother, and subsequently sealing my fate as a lyric coloratura.

In the morni​ng I:

Lay in bed contemplating my existence, make a pot of coffee, and play scrabble.

Last night​ I was:

Eating the most amazing Italian food I’ve had since I left Italy, enjoyed $.31 scoop day at Baskin Robbins and watched Cloverfield (WHICH NO ONE TOLD ME HAD BIG SPIDERS IN IT.)

If I were an anima​l I’d be:
A Serengeti lioness.  Hells yea.

Tomor​row I am:

(I guess this means today, since I saved this from when I started this last night…) singing a lot.

Tonig​ht I am:
Singing a sitzprobe and probably getting yelled at for not being heard from offstage. rockin’.
My birth​day is:
January 25. Presents welcome. Visitors preferred.

Twitter me

In case you need more of internet me, check me out on twitter.

xoxoxo

me

god help me.

My family is here in town for th show, so I won’t be posting anything while I run around like a chicken with my head cut off this weekend.

Stories to come, I’m sure….

viva la soprano!

Thanks to the tree for this:

 

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/patricia-zohn/culture-zohn-the-opera-b_b_91209.html 

I am amazingly lazy.

Some of you non-singer types might ask, “What DOES a budding opera singer do before an orchestra dress rehearsal?”

Well, my friends here is the answer: NOT A DAMN THING.

Seriously. I was so lazy today, I think I might be up for an award.

Things accomplished since 9am: Made Breakfast (oatmeal with fruit and coffee,) clean up microwave from oatmeal explosion, watch 2 episodes of SVU on DVR , empty dishwasher & replace with TheRoommate’s dirties and my breakfast stuff, consider going to the gym, ignore consideration, Blog about my stupidly amazing Saturday brunch, but not finish the rest of it, try some of this cereal stuff in with my yogurt, nearly break tooth, wash towels (although truth be told, they are still in the dryer) and chit chat on aim all day.

I now have 45 minutes before i have to be at the theater for wigs and makeup, 2 hours before curtain.

I’m such a sloth.