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A Wild Bird

"Love is a gypsy child, a wild bird that knows no law. If you don’t love me, I love you; and if I love you, watch out!" - Carmen

It's official. Monday night, Zach and I are getting suited up (Whatever shall I wear?), and trodding off to Seattle Center to see Georges Bizet's infamous Carmen. Ahhhhh... gypsy love! I'm quite excited... it's been ages since I've seen an opera live - and this'll be a first for Zach. Dilemma - my "opera glasses" (cheap, plastic ones... swiped from a hall dad used to manage when we lived in Florida) are back in Illinois. I have a pair of antique Viennese opera glasses Aunt Jo gave me for graduation ("...to help you find your way, Jim..." Hey! It makes sense! She's an opera singer!); but there's no way in hell I'd take those out in public. Would it be an opera faux pas to take a small pair of field binoculars? Especially when Zach and I have box seats. Mmmmmm. I can't wait!

(Hmmmm. Methinks getting excited about opera makes me a dork. Damn.)

Turning now to local news:

--I baked cookies while Zach watched Amelie. The cookies were so-so (I'll take them in to lab... Rumor has it that Yao Labbery will eat anything). The movie, as always, rocked.

--For familial reasons I won't go in to right now, my physician had to "check" me for a specific kind of heart problem today. It was quite hilarious. She had me lying flat on my back, shirt lifted up, cold stethoscope pressed to my sternum... while I had to hold my breath and "bear down." Yes, that's right. Bear down. A particularly disgusting friend of mine predicted I'd fart. I did not... though we had to try it several times because I kept laughing. She had to listen to my heart, you see, under "artificial duress." Ex post facto, I suppose I prefer the "bear down" version of artificial duress as opposed to running a few laps around the building. I'd worn sandals, after all.

--No worries. My heart is fine.

--Zach and I will probably re-try the trip to Portland next weekend. Cross those fingers!

--My boss departs in less than a week for Taipei. We won't see him for three months. It hasn't hit me yet that I'll kind of be "on my own" then, in terms of my research. He won't be twenty feet away for troubleshooting when my Southern blot flunks with flying colors. Instead... webcam? Yes, webcam. I gave Patrick bunny ears during our test runs. The next few months should be interesting.

Posted by James at January 22, 2004 11:18 PM