A Girl on the Subway

This is written from CCNY library, Monday morning, about an hour before the start of the class. The computer has stuck space bar, which makes it extremely difficult to type. Nonetheless, the fact that I miscalculated my time this morning and the fact that I arrived here an hour earlier than I intended do not change. Therefore, I must scribble something before I die of boredom.

I ride the 7 train to the “city.”

On the Queensboro Plaza, two come into train, a father and a daughter, to whom I gladly gave up my seat so that they could sit together. The father must remain a father, not a man, because he seemed to not be anything else without the relationship with his daughter, or at least, it appeared so for the duration of my travel. The daughter, however, was self-existent and therefore, I was able to conclude that she was not only a daughter, but also could be a girl.

“Next stop, Court Square”

This is the part of the travel in which the fast becomes slow and slow remains slow. Express train no longer leaps across the insignificant stations that are outside the “city.” If the Queensboro Plaza is the beginning of this revolution, Court Square is the one that fully lives up to her rights, and do herself justice by not being ignored. How fair.

“Why is it Quart Sqware?”

The girl asks her father. Is she asking the ontological question about the existence of “Quart Sqware”? The father kindly seats his daughter on his lap and tells her that it is “Court Square.” The girl insists on “Quart Sqware.”

“Oh…. then Times Square is next…..”

On what world is Times Square after Court? She should be the head of MTA. Many people will appreciate, especially when the universe revolves around moi.

“…and then it’s Vernon Jackson Avenue…”

I take it back. Her world must have trains leaping and jumping wildly across the air, back and forth around the globe. Not bad. Afterall, it is her world, and she has the right to think whatever–there is no limit, and if she is able to will it and able to imagine it, it exists.

“It’s Vernon Jackson Boulevard.”

The father kindly replied. Great revelation. Shocking truth. Undeniable reality.

“Well, it’s also an Avenue.”

The girl says. Super human analysis. Epitome of human wisdom. Highest philosophy.

“I die! I die!”

The girl is dying of boredom. There is nothing more relatable and nothing more genuine and nothing more philosophical and nothing more universal than the horror of death by boredom. I die I die. Death. Eloi Eloi- death? Langston Hughes’ weary blues death? Nicolas Guillen’s grandfathers singing ballads of me canso me canso, me muero me muero-death? I die I die I die.

And the two left on Vernon Jackson—without having to go through the tunnel of Sheol between Vernon-Jackson and Grand Central.

Le Nozze di Figaro Reaction

To be completely honest, I enjoyed our evening at the opera much more than I had initially expected to. I had definitely been excited for the chance of a new experience, but I wasn’t necessarily sure whether or not this one was really going to be for me. I have never really been one for classical music, and I didn’t realize how entertaining the actual storyline would be. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I ended up enjoying myself by the end of the night.

As the show went on, I kept thinking about what Professor Drabik said in regard to taking a chance to admire what these people are able to do just with their voices. I think there is something to be said here for the determination and passion instilled in humanity, for there are people out there who have conditioned their voices to be able to be heard from “almost-Siberia”, all the way in the back of the theater, without a microphone. Sometimes during the show I had to consciously remember “Wow, they are doing this without any technological help. This is just them, singing to us”. Every time I remembered that, I thoroughly appreciated the music much more.  I had a similar thought every time I realized that the music wasn’t prerecorded, that there were real people playing real instruments right in front of my own eyes. After the performance, I had a much deeper appreciation for this kind of live music.

The reason that I say that there are indicative of humanity’s passion and determination is that we are not necessarily born knowing how to do these amazing things. It’s something that we have to train ourselves to do, and put in lots of practice before we can consider ourselves good at it. The fact that these people have conditioned themselves to create this music is astounding to me, particularly as someone who has never been musically inclined, and I am incredibly impressed by how beautifully it was all presented.

An epiphany to me in Church

While I was at Mass in Church yesterday, I was thinking about why God is so important in are lives, while the choir sung “Lord, I need you.” Then all the pieces came together. I realized that a person needs other people, like teachers, farmers, manufacturers, and parents to live. (A person won’t survive alone in the world.) Also, God is in all people, so we need God to live. This is why God and other people should be so important to each of us.

Le Nozze Di Figaro

I arrived at the Met Opera a whole hour early and just admired the buildings. The Met Opera House has such an extravagant look to it, even though it was boxy, the interior design was really incredible. You could see the inside of the building through its large windows. The chandeliers, the red carpets, and even the way the windows were shaped gave off a luxurious impression, as any renowned opera house should.

As for the opera itself, I would not have chosen a better opera to watch for my first experience. The plot of the play really kept me from sleeping through the whole thing because it was truly entertaining. I have tried watching a few operas (not soap operas) on PBS when I stumble upon them, but what makes me change the channel is how little movement the opera has. However Le Nozze Di Figaro broke this image I had about operas. Figaro had so many physical slapstick comedy, which really surprised me because I always thought operas were suppose to be reserved for more solemn stories, with long boring musical exchanges between characters. What also deterred me from watching the operas on PBS was the language. Even if the opera had a really captivating plot, I wouldn’t understand a word of it. But since The Met Opera provided subtitles, the audience was able to catch all the jokes and plot twisters.

Although the seating was quite far from the stage and a bit too high, it didn’t take away from enjoying the opera. Now I really understand why Operas are nicknamed The Queen of the Arts.

–Chloe

O is for Opera

To say that seeing this opera was an eyeopener would be an understatement. Who knew an opera was going to be this intriguing?

This actually is not the first time I’ve come to the Met Opera House here at Lincoln Center. I remember taking a tour here at the opera house in 9th grade when we had a tour of the place. Who knew I would be back again some 4 years later to actually witness an opera!

The word opera never meant much for me. I mean, if you were to ask me to give you a word that begins with the letter “o”, the first word to come to mind with probably be orange or Oreo or something, and I don’t even think I would ever say the word opera before saying Oprah, LOL.

But last week Thursday, September 25th, was a complete 360 for me. I came with the attitude that it would just be snobby rich affluent people watching a four hour show that I would have absolutely no interest on whatsoever.

I was wrong.

Well, there probably were some snobby rich people, but I saw very diverse people there as well. People came from all over the world to see these performances.

And the best part was, I enjoyed the opera. At intermission I just couldn’t believe what I just saw, and there was more after that.

The best part of the opera was probably the fact that it was not in English. It forced me to try to go along with the people who are performing. The subtitles definitely helped, but I felt that I could probably follow along a bit even without the subtitles.

Mozart, I have to give it to you for the music. You, my friend, are a savant. A true talent.

~Christopher Chong