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[personal profile] hyounpark and I wrapped up our extremely concert-filled June last weekend with two shows in Wine Country, backing up Andrea Bocelli and friends. Three rehearsals in ten days with almost entirely new-to-me repertoire - it felt good to have that kind of intensity of practice again. It's different from regular rehearsal, where we have a month, two, sometimes even three to slowly, steadily polish a single piece. Harder to cram into daily life, but always worth it.

Saturday was also Hyoun's birthday, so I was highly amused when the sound check opened with La donna è mobile from Rigoletto. Because I originally learned that melody in fourth grade as a birthday song!

Archiving the lyrics here because I know I was able to find it on the internet at some point in the past, but no longer. )

the rest of the Bocelli concert experience )

And now, my Wednesday nights are free for a (very) few weeks! (Summersings start July 23, and then after that we're right into rehearsals for Verdi; I hope I'll be able to cram in one or two Wednesday night Friends With Bikes rides during the time off, but we'll need to see.)
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On Election Night, I went out to pick up groceries and ate an ice cream sandwich (cardamom ice cream with chocolate cookies) for dinner and then ignored the outside world as best I could. [personal profile] hyounpark was in San Diego for work; Elana invited me over to her friend's house, and I just couldn't with the world. I basically hibernated until Wednesday night, when I had to drag myself out for tech week for Carmina Burana.

I wore my What a Cluster! t-shirt; appreciative comments all around. Our director opened things up by leading us in Lean On Me a cappella. Reminded us that we, as artists, as musicians, were going to be called upon as "first responders to the soul." Read An Artist's Response to Violence aloud:

We loved [John F. Kennedy] for the honor in which he held art, in which he held every creative impulse of the human mind, whether it was expressed in words, or notes, or paints, or mathematical symbols. This reverence for the life of the mind was apparent even in his last speech, which he was to have made a few hours after his death. He was to have said: “America’s leadership must be guided by learning and reason.” ...Learning and Reason: the motto we here tonight must continue to uphold with redoubled tenacity, and must continue, at any price, to make the basis of all our actions. ... Our music will never again be quite the same. This will be our reply to violence: to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before.


And then we made music.

Afterwards, [personal profile] hyounpark and I walked towards the BART station, and at the light, a sedan with the windows down, passengers hanging out the windows, pulled up next to us, absolutely buh-last-ing FDT. Had a little defiant dance party on the sidewalk, a moment of community, and as the light turned green and they drove away, I felt a little better.

Lather, rinse, repeat for Thursday (honestly, tech week couldn't have been better timed for all of us in need of something to focus on and not doom-spiral over), and then Friday night concert. Someone on TikTok posted the first movement of our performance of Carmina Burana; their first time at the symphony. And they got to see a professional symphony conducted by somebody like them; see a chorus conducted by somebody like them. The classical music world has the potential to be a hell of a lot more inclusive; this is proof the efforts are worth it.

Since then, it's been reassuring to see people, commiserate, talk about next steps, what was getting us through the current moment. Even so, as I put things to try to look forward to on the calendar, it all feels so tenuous. But I've also been reminded of the value of being "900% me," as Kat put it. Showing friends the ridiculous platter of pastries we've been working our way through all week (thank you Paris Bakery, Alta Bakery, Ad Astra Bread Company, and Krispy Kreme); [personal profile] noghri remarking on the presence of donuts from that last iconic bakery with "you still like those?" Me: "I blame my Southern husband for continued exposure, but yes!" He, smiling, "I still remember how we met all that time ago." Me: "Yeah, my reaction made quite the impression, hahaha." So then I had to tell the other friends present the story of how I introduced myself to [personal profile] noghri, which is basically (seriously, I didn't manage to LJ this back then?! ugh, past self, why so coy!):

Setting: [livejournal.com profile] elemmire7's going away party, July 2003
Me: *perusing the snacks table, wondering what to munch on next*
*the doorbell rings*
[personal profile] noghri: *enters, bearing a box of Krispy Kremes, which were so new to Boston at that point they'd only recently opened up their Wellington location*
Me: *spies cute guy entering with said box of Krispy Kremes, promptly vaults across the room and lands firmly in front of him* "You brought Krispy Kremes! You're cool!"
[personal profile] noghri: *stares at me, a total stranger, at a loss for words*


Everybody hearing this story for the first time: "... yep, we can visualize *and* auralize exactly how this went down!"

So, yeah. Being 900% me in the topics I've posted about to Bluesky, since that seems to be where people are migrating for shorter-form conversation and staying in touch with each other at least one step further removed from the control of billionaires; so far I have talked about indie bookstores and transportation cycling and choral music. Being 900% me in digging into Thanksgiving menu planning - eyeing this pumpkin basque cheesecake, but also considering a persimmon custard tart with hojicha meringue? Kristina Cho mentioned it in her Instagram stories earlier this week; the recipe hasn't been posted yet, but it sounds right up my alley. Being 900% me in pondering, as Jackie asked us at coffee ride this week, what is my actual role in my communities now and in the future.

Because all I really have control over in the big picture is being true to myself, so.
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Being away for a week and then out of commission due to covid for another week plus after that means that I'm slightly confused it's November, feeling out of step with time. I mean, that's felt like the new normal for almost five years now? *shrug* We skipped Halloween because neither of us was up for fighting crowds to get last-minute candy on October 31, but at least our next-door neighbors decided to spread the quirky internet potato love to our neighborhood.

Getting back into the swing of things meant choir for the first time in three weeks, first rehearsal with our brand-new orchestral conductor. Overall, I think things went pretty well, but we have got to get our noses out of the scores because there were a couple of movements where he is clearly conducting for a faster tempo than we are keeping up with, heh. I need to email the sopranos about "seriously, we know this better than we think, EYES ON KEDRICK PLZ," and it makes me understand conductors in other choirs that were just like "nope, we are doing this concert sans scores because at least your eyes will be glued to my baton," hahaha. Carmina Burana next Friday, November 8, at the Paramount, for anyone local to the Bay Area :)

Likewise, making it to coffee ride for the first time in a month this morning. Out the door before sunrise, biking with friends through West Oakland to Proyecto Diaz, mazapán latte and a pumpkin mole tamale on the (giant!) patio. They keep improving their outdoor space - there are now *swings* there, and it's an easy ride up the Mandela Parkway, only a couple of blocks from Raimondi Park where the Ballers play. (Instagram has been the opposite of subtle re encouraging us to pick up season tickets for next year; I expect our Facebook ads to be full of this by the end of the weekend.)

I do need to get in a run or two this weekend, and probably two more next week, just to re-establish lung function dependability; I'm running the Pacific Grove 5K Saturday morning. Hopefully it should be relatively cool - not as cold as when I was running in New York, but a morning run along the coast in the high 40s/low 50s should feel comfortable. Maybe spend the afternoon at the aquarium, then head over to Mezzaluna to carbo load [personal profile] hyounpark for his corresponding half-marathon on Sunday. My Sunday plan is to sit on the patio at Alta at the 1 mile mark of his race. Eat a yummy breakfast and debate between the maple peppercorn latte and the passionfruit-jasmine mimosa and devour whatever book I end up bringing with me and then meander down to the finish line and stuff H full of bananas and recovery drinks. Stop by Elroy's on our way to the highway, and then make our way back up the coast, hopefully before the traffic gets too bad. (And when it does, usually by Union City, we'll hop off and go to Jollibee. :D )

Just trying to ignore that there's an - as always now, consequential - election between now and then. And that we have 300 pages of reading to do this weekend to be relatively informed for the downballot races and propositions on said ballot, sigh. At least there's new Vienna Teng music getting us through it?
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Before all of this, we were in New York the week before last, with the classic Northeastern fall temperatures to match. The weather was utterly glorious - brisk sweater weather in the morning admonishing me for not wanting to drag the bulk of a jacket cross-country (and feeling unwarrantedly smug that I still had some Northeastern weather tolerance cred as other people scuttled around me in full-length puffers, come on, you're behaving like Bay Area kids ;) ), warming up to shirtsleeves weather perfect for a late lunch in the sun, and then gently cooling off for cozy patio dinners. Not quite fall yet by foliage standards - the trees in the city were only just starting to turn, still in that late-summer slightly yellowing green phase, but I did spot at least a couple of patches of crimson in my rambles.

Tuesday: in transit, bookstores for breakfast, KBBQ dinner )

Wednesday: cold temperatures = personal best speeds?! The Whitney with Andrew, meandering along the Hudson, Julia Turshen )

Thursday: Roosevelt Island, ferry to and then biking through Brooklyn, the Ripped Bodice and community, Olmsted and autumn on a plate )

And then Friday morning, squeezed in one more record-breaking jog - a similar set of laps around the park, and then down Broadway to Union Square. Replaced my Strand tote that had succumbed to time, and then tucked in some apple and pear cider donuts, tiny TSA-safe tipples of whiskey from the farmers' market; finally made it to Li-Lac Chocolates as well per the insistence of another friend. Final stop: grabbing a proper bagel from Bagels & Schmear near my hotel on our way out of the city; I love you, New York, there's never enough time.
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Almost a month ago I went to see Vampire Weekend at the Greek, and even with all the 50 SPF sunscreen in the world, my arms remain the most tan they've been in decades. I guess that's what happens at an amphitheatre matinee when the entire shebang faces west! They played a long set and an even longer encore (nearly three hours! not including opener Mike Gordon); impressive endurance. I mostly knew songs off their first album; the rest of the set ranged from fun to weird, but pleasant to listen and bop along to. It was great to catch up with Jill, whom I hadn't seen since high school, and to realize the interests we'd cultivated separately in common throughout the years intersecting (library nerds, progressive politics).

Vampire Weekend setlist for posterity )

Two days after that, [personal profile] hyounpark and I went into the city to see the San Francisco Opera perform Innocence, in the best seats I've ever had at the Opera House (third row orchestra), comps for performing at the related seminar on opening night. I grew up watching the SF Ballet with my dad in that same venue, climbing dozens of marble stairs all the way up to the balcony. Aside from the subject matter, the primary thing I noticed was the rotating cube set, and how it affected staging. It's been a long time since I'd seen a play or other storyline show, so seeing two performances with very similar sets within 10 days of each other (The Lehman Trilogy at ACT being the other) made me wonder how common this kind of setup was now.

The next morning, we flew to San Diego for work. I managed to squeeze in both a ride on the Coronado Bayshore Bikeway and visits to the Book Catapult and Meet-Cute (where I even found a delightful queer Victorian romance about a bike race?! Hello, intersecting interests compelling me to read something I wouldn't usually! (Victorian; my tastes generally run more contemporary/sci-fi/romantasy).

I came home briefly to do laundry and because I had a ticket for Iron and Wine at the Fox.

Amythyst Kiah opened; lovely deep rootsy contralto. Looking forward to digging into her repertoire now that I'm home for awhile. I wish she'd duetted with Sam on All in Good Time like she would a few days later in LA; ah well.

Then Iron and Wine took the stage; full band for most pieces, along with additional artistry from Manual Cinema. When I tell you all June 2024 was the most immersed I've been in the theatre in decades, this was a prime example. Using a projector and a wide variety of objects, they did some kind of shadow puppetry light play to accompany a good portion of the program, in real time as opposed to the typical running a film strip in the background. I loved seeing that level of interaction between the artists; they were another instrument doing their part in live performance.

Even so, my favorite part of the show was still when Sam let it all fall away and it was his voice and maybe some guitar. Especially so for Flightless Bird, Call It Dreaming, and Each Coming Night. Seeing Sam Beam in a 2800 seat theatre even more enchanting than seeing him in an 18,000 seat amphitheatre; I really do prefer the more intimate venues, and if he ever plays the Freight again, I'll be there. (If he somehow books in somewhere as small as Passim? Goals.)

Iron and Wine setlist )
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I think I am pretty much doomed to never catch up.

a few days in Boston )

And then I get back Sunday afternoon and [personal profile] hyounpark greets me with "I said yes to performing at the Opera House this week, but I don't know if you've been checking your email, but I think they're assuming you're performing too because that's what happens when a married couple joins a choir?" Me: "A who in the what are we doing now?"

I'd thought our season was over. But our choral director got a last-minute call for us to close out a symposium on gun violence prevention and the role the arts can play in community healing, being done in conjunction with one of the operas San Francisco Opera is doing this season (Innocence) about the aftermath of a school shooting. So I went to Boston to recover from tech week and then came back into a surprise tech week, heh. Still very glad I did it, though. Afterwards, us singing in the stairwell of the Opera House, even more ethereal and better acoustics.

In the middle of that tech week, though, we had tickets for Sarah McLachlan at the Greek, and damn, I hope I still have those kind of pipes when I'm her age. I'd been expecting she was just going to do the songs off Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, but she began with a full set before that.

Feist opened: )

Sarah McLachlan setlist )

Somehow, this has become the month of shows - on top of our long-extant plans for SML, we saw The Lehman Trilogy last Saturday with CJ and Elana; for our part in singing in the symposium, we have tickets to go see Innocence next week; I have tickets for Iron and Wine at the Fox at the end of the month. And then my freshman year roommate messaged me a few days ago and was like, "Do you like Vampire Weekend? I've got an extra ticket for their show at the Greek." So definitely keeping busy!
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I was Very Good the first weekend of April, despite the Meta algorithm heavily pushing the Brompton C-Line Cherry Blossom 6-Speed at me for 72 hours, available online that weekend only, which is why I am wisting, even a little, a month later. I open Facebook, it appears in my friends feed multiple times. I open Instagram, it shows up right at the top before anything else, and when I go into my stories feed, it's inserted in there too. Even Messenger has shown me ads for the bike I've been thinking about since last November, but in a limited-edition, appropriately seasonal cherry blossom-adorned pink instead of the cherry-red one I got to test-ride.

April bike lust babble )

At least my tee from the DC Cherry Blossom virtual 5k came in this morning; it is bright fuchsia af and putting me in good spirits. But it's still making me think that one of my bikes, in this still semi-nebulous future where I own multiple bikes - where I've found multiple bikes that fit stubby little me who usually falls right off the short end of the bike industry spectrum - should be pink.
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So while I was riding over the Park Street Bridge on my way to Coffee Cultures (FOR AFFOGATO (not enough people out here understand the power of ice cream in your coffee before about 1 pm, let alone the power of ice cream when it's about 40F out) and an excellent salmon toast) this morning, apparently, there was an earthquake in New Jersey. Predictably, my heavily Northeastern-occupied friends feeds are exploding with talk about it.

(The more things change, the more they stay the same: I wrote this poem about a New York earthquake in 2002, and aside from 2024's commentary being mostly on Facebook and 2002's commentary being mostly via IM and LiveJournal? Yep :) )
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Election traditions: I bike to our ballot box while [personal profile] hyounpark sprints up there, we drop off our ballots, and then we go get food. Bonus: running into my mom at the lobster truck! (Original post.)

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Almost into February, I should try to post about the first half of December before it's all out of my head.

* My birthday overlapped with Chanukah this year, so after starting off the morning with a ride to Kinfolx and breakfast on the patio, we headed over to Masse's to pick up my birthday cake (a chocolate ruffle torte), and they also had sufganiyot, twist my arm. Saul's had their giant latke frying stage set up outside, ready for the dinner crowds. And of course, walking right by Books Inc, we stopped in and walked out with an armload of books. On our way out, luck was on our side - the line at Cheeseboard was stunningly short, so we grabbed a half-baked mushroom pizza from them, and that and cake and candles accompanied our Friday zoom with faraway friends.

* The next day, one of my favorite popup bakeries was having a popup an easy bike ride away, so of course I popped down and picked up some croissants. (My favorite, her urfa snails, croissant dough studded with urfa pepper and rolled into a spiral, then topped with garlic labneh and an herby salad I could happily eat on its own.) Heading up the street, I passed the Christmas tree lot and realized they had tabletop-size trees. Ten minutes later, a burly guy was attaching one of said trees to the back rack of my bike with a spiderweb of twine. Baby's first ever Tree By Bike, hashtag, what, I've only been biking for transportation for how many years now?

* The day after that, we survived the very long day for the winter concert, leaving the house at 9 am for 10 am call time and not getting home until 8 pm, BeReal chimes and all. I loved singing Ešenvalds' Stars, but it was really hard to tell what the audience was hearing of it, especially the wineglasses, in the relative cavern of the Paramount. But the audience was there for the Tina Turner tribute songs and the holiday songs, and also many proud parents watching their babies performing with the grown-up choirs (and teenagers trying to pretend they were jaded and worldly but bursting with excitement at being on the big stage with the adults). And more importantly, despite adding choreo to the African Noel, nobody fell off the risers!

* The day after *that*, the Al Gore Rhythms told me Sarah McLachlan was going to perform at the Greek in May, and I snagged tickets; I guess this is becoming an annual tradition, shelling out for a big concert of someone I've never seen live but been meaning to. She's going to be performing everything off Fumbling Towards Ecstasy, so this is clearly a 30-years-belated present to my teenage self the way the DCFC/TPS concert was a 20-years-belated present to my mid-twenties self. I wonder who will be performing at the Greek in 2025 that would be a present to my elementary school self. Raffi?

(Also, I was joking with a friend that she was going to partner with the local humane society at each stop, perform Angel as an encore (I know, it was on Surfacing, not FTE), and get everyone in the audience to take home a shelter pet.)

* Later that week, we had our choir potluck banquet to celebrate making it through the first half of the season. I screwed up making orange blossom chocolate crinkles, they emphatically did not crinkle. But one of the new recruit choir aunties (literally, one of the tenors brought his aunt, and she's an alto, and we're in recruiting mode) LOVED them, so I packed her home with a box of the last half dozen. You compliment my baking, I am putty in your hands!

* And then we STAYED THE FUCK HOME because oh my god low social battery, knowing H's family was coming to town for Christmas ten days later.
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I've been busy the last little while! November update first.

New York: meandering through Manhattan on a perfect fall day, foliage, serendipitous Brompton test ride, C Pam Zhang reading, finally went up the Empire State Building after 27 years?! )

Boston: bagel delivery service, proper trains, finally getting to ride the Community Path Extension, never enough time with friends )

Stravinsky tech week )

Monterey: Hyoun runs, I find all the good food and the last remaining bookstore in Carmel, you all are shocked )

And amid all this sleep-deprived timezone confused chaos, I may have gotten into overenthusiastic bikesplaining mode with a friend of a friend on Facebook re bike infrastructure, and only realized after the fact that said person was somebody I'd gone out on a couple of dates with back in the day (🔒). ROFLMAO. Hyoun cracked up listening to me come to this realization in realtime. Me: "What, you'd been reading my LJ for three years by the time we got together and you knew me for years before that, you knew what you were getting into!" H, smiling fondly: "Sure did." Some things have changed, but clearly some things remain the same. :D

I *thought* this was going to cover November, but we're already past the 1500 word mark and I'm only up to November 13; Thanksgiving next time, I guess!
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Sorry I confused people with some of my posts this week! I'm currently going back and integrating old posts from various other dying blog hosts/social media into my Dreamwidth so that they're all in one stable place. I didn't realize they were showing up in the contemporary feed on reading pages, though :( Have found the tickeh that needs checking now to prevent that, though, and will do so going forward.

A more general life update - we're coming up on four years in the Bay Area. We've survived the pandemic thus far through whatever combination of vaxxing and masking have brought us, along with I'm sure a decent helping of luck; even our more careful friends and family are more likely than not to have gone through a bout, it seems. We're lucky being outdoors is a good social option for us most of the year. We still need to buy some patio furniture to facilitate this, though; right now, we have two random chairs on our porch and that's the grand sum of our outdoor seating for grownups.

choir! )

biking! being social! )

I miss late night bookstore dates, though. Our closest indie bookstore (about a 45 minute walk away, or 15 minutes on an infrequent daytime only bus, but not easy to get to on my geared-for-the-flats-of-Boston three-speed) closes at 6 pm, and others near-ish-by not much later than that. San Francisco understands bookstores as nightlife a little better, particularly once you get out of downtown and into the more human-scale neighborhoods, with more bookstores closing at 8, 9, 10 pm, but. I miss Harvard Books, even though I could only make it to 9 pm when I was there in June. Aging, man.
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It took a lot longer to return to Boston for another visit than planned.

When we last hugged everyone "until next time," it was a chilly, slushy late December week in 2019; we stayed with [personal profile] bitty and [personal profile] arfur and baked up a storm, prepping for Jewmas on our last night in town. Made it to Burdicks and Harvard Books; managed to grab bellinis and tapas with Ingrid the night we flew in and the night before she flew out; admired [livejournal.com profile] danamae's adorable and fast-growing kids; checked out the fancy new French joint with [livejournal.com profile] mrieser. Bemused the BC crowd walking into chez [personal profile] noghri and Cris with a bewildering amount of home-baked cookies (chocolate toffee classics, (passionfruit) meringue swirls, (fivespice) chocolate hazelnut baklava, (raspberry) chocolate chip cookies, and Baby Yodas based on BA's black-and-white-and-green cookies), safely maintaining my reputation of being ~juuust~ a bit extra. Hugged Bitty and Arthur goodbye Christmas morning as it began to snow, blithely declaring that of course we'd be back soon and could paint our hands on their closet then. Missed [personal profile] jpallan and [personal profile] crschmidt due to illness, but weren't too concerned; we'd catch them next time, right?

my heart, my heart; you don't have to go home in a straight line )
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In the 90 seconds I just waited to cross the street here, over two dozen cars clipped the unprotected bike lane and an @mbta bus driver honked at bikers waiting for their turn in the appropriate designated spot. A cyclist died here less than a week ago, and they are far from the first, because our transportation policies and infrastructure promote this insanity to the tune of 35,000 lives per year. #VisionZero is not happening fast enough. #bikebos
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post-tags: instagram, crosspost Left work sick midday, but our snowpack is now below waist level! #30daysofbiking #everydayonabike
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post-tags: instagram, crosspost Hey @mbta, why is every single bike in the Alewife cages ticketed for removal? My bike is not abandoned; it's been here 6 hours.

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