Crunch time

We’ve all experienced it, whether  it’s trying to get to wrap that birthday present on the way to the party, get to work on time, or finish that English paper before 12:00 that night. So what do you do when there’s too much to do and far too little time to do it? Well, that’s where people get interesting.

You start off lying to yourself that you really can do it all, even though it seems impossible: this is the denial stage. Then comes the quitting stage. You finally stop lying to yourself about the possibility of doing it all. And sometimes that’s where you stop: if you can’t do it all, then you may as well not do any! Those who persevere through the depression of the quitting stage soon have to decide what to do with their limited time and resources. They agonize over the painful decision, but once it has been made they have the (relatively) easy task of simply doing what they have decided to do.

All that to say, take heart! The end is in sight…even if you can’t see it now.

Yum!!

Food. I love it!! It’s so funny to see the different ways people prefer their food. If you watch long enough, you’re sure to find some quirky idiosyncracy about each person’s diet. Take, for example, an elderly man of my acquaintance: he knew he would marry the woman who became his wife on their first date when they both ate their hamburgers up-side-down!

But the thing that is perhaps funniest to me, is the peculiar likes and dislikes people cherish about their food. I absolutely love olives. But I have friends who hate and loath them. Today I went to lunch at a fast food restaurant. And they put mustard and pickles on my sandwich. Now I ask you, how in the world could someone ever enjoy something that smells as vile as mustard or pickles? Let alone together!! But when I shared my opinion my friends laughed and opposed it, stating their own views to the contrary. What can I say? It’s a funny ol’ world!

♪♫Prima Donna, first lady of the stage…♫♪

So I work in a library. And I absolutely love it because I love books! Recently while working I found a book entitled Prima Donnas and Other Wild Beasts by Alan Wagner. Now of course like all semi-normal people (and especially as a Soprano) I was rather curious about the contents of a book so titled, so I decided to check the book out and read it. What did I get from its pages? A wealth of humorous anecdotes and a bundle of laughs. Performers really are amazing people. They refine their idiosyncrasies into an art. Sometimes they do things that bug the fire out of those of us in the adoring (or not-so-adoring) public, but often we look back on it and see it all as a big joke to be laughed about.  So remember: perspective is a wonderful thing!

Well, I’m back

Hello everyone! Do you remember me? I’m that pesky Soprano who used to write much more often than I have been lately.

Did you know, dear reader, that college tends to swallow one’s life? Especially if that person is a musician. Take me, for example. I’m taking 17 credits this semester, and it seems that every class I’m enrolled in requires copious amounts of reading, listening, practicing, or some hideous combination of the three. Add to that participation in various and sundry musical groups, recitals, and work, and I must admit to being absolutely swamped. Can you then blame me, friends, if I tend to allocate my temporal resources in the most profitable ways I can find?

All that to say, I’m sorry I’ve neglected you all. I’ll try not to be so remiss in the future. Hope you have a wonderful day!!

I am currently enrolled in an economics course in my college. Now don’t get me wrong, supply and demand are good things, but it’s just not at the top of the list of my favourite classes. Right now I should be doing my homework. But the reading is long and very dry. Recently we talked about something called “opportunity cost.” Basically, opportunity cost of doing something is what else you could be doing instead. So right now I’m writing this blog post. The opportunity cost of connecting with my loving and faithful readers is doing my homework. Ehh, I think it’s worth it.

Dramatic Lyric

“Oh, Cordelia [names changed to protect the not-so-innocent], you’re so dramatic!” This, accompanied by a sigh and rolling of the eyes, is a typical response from one or another of my friends regarding my humorizing antics. But it is my not-so-secret opinion that most “normal” people lead incredibly boring lives, so why am I blamed for trying to spice things up a little? You see, I am a Soprano. And we all know that no Soprano can lead a boring life. I mean, for goodness sake, we are the dramatic impetus for almost the whole of opera! We live solely for love, make foolish choices for the man we’re currently in love with (who, of course, we’ve known for maybe 24 hours max), try to make the world a better place, and when none of our plans work out, find some way to die, preferably by suicide.

Now led me educate you, dear reader, a bit about Soprani (I’m sorry, I’m in school and in the learning mode). Soprano is the most common voice type in women, and there are 3 main categories of us: Dramatic, Lyric, and Coloratura. Dramatics are just what they sound like: dramatic. They come in all shapes and sizes, but have a uniting factor in the huge size and weight of their voices (think Wagner, Verdi, and heavy Puccini). Lyric Soprano is a pretty run-of-the-mill designation, being the typical woman’s voice. Composers are generally more kind to these ladies than their Dramatic and Coloratura counterparts, and the foremost factor that gets a Lyric a job is her ability to carry a beautiful legato line. Coloraturas, on the other hand, are the lucky ones of us. They are the ones who get to perform the true fireworks, executing runs, trills, and all other sorts of things that make the rest of us drop our jaws in pure awe. And they get the high notes (I’m not jealous, no, not at all).

In short, I am a Lyric Soprano who wants to be a Coloratura, but tends more toward the Dramatic. My friends simply call me a Dramatic Lyric.