Speechless.

I don’t know what to say…or write…I…I…

Visited Frank Lopardo. Still a class act.

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My friend’s dear parents, the Tisocco’s, invited me to the Lyric Opera’s Eugene Onegin last night. Great cast, great show. Hvorostovsky, Lopardo, Kuznetsova, the evening was a real delight. And the chorus was tops as well. Anyways, I dropped off a quick note to ask Frank to add me to the backstage list, and sure enough, he did. With my name tag stuck onto my coat, I marched to his dressing room and he greeted me with a warm hug and smile. We walked and talked briefly on the way out, and he was not at a loss for questions: “How’s the babies? How’s Martha doing? What are you up to, what are you working on?” I mean, the guy is in the middle of the Onegin run, he’s tired (from a truly remarkably artistic performance), heading out for a drink with colleagues, and he remembers he last saw my family about 18 months earlier and my lovely wife’s name.

I have two definitive stories about Frank Lopardo.

It all started with a lunch at the cantina in the Santa Fe Opera campus in the summer of 2001.

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Restaurants’ kitchens are great places to run through

I was watching one of my favorite TV shows, the BBC’s MI-5 on DVD today. In one scene, a reporter tries to escape protective custody and runs into a building. He proceeds through the cafeteria’s kitchen while four cooks are preparing food. Not one of them raises an eyebrow.

Have you ever noticed how people are always running through kitchen’s in TV and movies, yet not one person, from the waiter they almost bump into all the way to the chef who is managing the entire space, NEVER says, “Who the hell are you?” People all the time are hiding, walking, and running through kitchens. I once worked at a restaurant in high school and the mean sons-of-bitches that ran the kitchen would stab your hand through to the stainless steel counter if you even looked at a rubber floor mat or a bag of potatoes the wrong way AND I WORKED THERE.

I would ask my readers (yes, Paul and Seth) to walk through a restaurant’s kitchen sometime just to…let’s say, find an exit. Post in the comments your experiences.

Proper IT help desk etiquette

Since I have been involved with computer support for over 6 years at different stages of my life, I think I have finally put together a good list of things users should NOT do when their local IT guy visits. I know more will come as time goes on, or maybe I’ll get another job and won’t have to expand this list. Anyways, if you are an IT person, feel free to add your unacceptable behaviors in the comments.
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UPDATE: 2009 Cav/Pag

The contract is for the off-stage chorus. That’s right, OFF-STAGE.

Damn unbelievable.

The tights go back into storage. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m taking the contract and the cash will be very nice. But you can’t put a price on disappointment (at least not a AGMA collective bargaining price.)

It feels like I went on-stage to accept an award and before they handed me the trophy, they whacked me in the nuts with the marble base first, THEN handed it over.

Well there’s always next year…wait, the show is next year. Damn. There’ always 2009-2010, right? (Ah, screw it…)