|Missives to my Wolf: Monday
||[Jun. 13th, 2005|02:28 pm]
Singing at the Valencian Moon!
My dear wolfie, today is another short day: After Friday, I've given my voice a rest. My first class with Maestro Simonian at the conservatory will be on Thursday, so that gives me two extra days to prepare what arias I want to sing for him. I think "Un'aura amorosa" is a good first... no Rossini yet, though. Well, maybe, but only if he asks for it... I don't feel confident doing the whole aria just yet, there is one section where the colorattura gets very.. specific and the intervals have to be just perfect, which means spending at least an hour on each module until they're right-o perfect. At least by my standards.|
Today I'm also going to give my voice a break: I didn't sleep well last night- had too much on my mind, as I was writing. But tonight I shall go to bed early, despite my dislike for such practices (too much to do, too much to do) as you well know.
Well, that's not true. I'll practice. A little. It's hard to contain myself , though, I usually turn a little practice into a full-fledged one which can be bad if I haven't slept well-- because my voice doesn't have that much stamina on a sleep-deprived schedule, as you know.
There aren't any good movies down here-- we've seen all of them so far. Saturday at the beach we were completely desperate, so we went to see... MR and MRS. Smith.
I have to say, it wasn't nearly AS bad as I thought it would be. It just wasn't good. Or passable.
But hey, scantily-clad Brad Pitt can make any bad movie at least partially worthwile. To make it entirely worthwhile he'd have to do away with the underwear.
I'm kidding, of course. I just had to switch my brain off during the whole thing. Although I couldn't help but notice that there were scenes in which Jolie The Lip had freshly injected collagen into those two clappers of hers and she looked like she had been punched by a brick, whereas in other scenes they had deflated. I wonder why women must ruin their perfectly fine lips to look like their mouths have been ravaged by a brick wall? I mean... she looked like she french-kissed bees!
Oh, I managed to refine Maus-- I'm refining the sketches in order, and I did a lot of sketches on Maus' new look.. unfortunately all on paper and I dont have a scanner, but I may be able to solve the problem soon and show it to you. After Maus I'm moving over to Gmork, then to Lynn and finally Softpaw.
I have to go, I'm sorry I had to log on so early today when you were out, but I didn't have much time to do it in the afternoon, as I have a doctor's appointment. But I'll be around tomorrow!
I love you, fuzzy. Thank you for everything you do,
Take good care of yourself, and I will see you online soon!