Wednesday, October 31, 2001


Good morning Libra! Over the next few days, it will be better to err on the side of moderation. People who respect you are studying your habits to help them find their own way. Shoulder your responsibilities with cheer and efficiency

Well dear god, so much to report. I am going to the Lyric tonight and seeing for the first time Puccini's Tosca, and I am so excited to go and see it. The last thing we went and saw there was 'Magic Flute" and it was nice, but very long, it got better as the night progressed, but this opera is so dramatic, and I love anything really, by Puccini, that I am so happy to be going! I have to give Diane Schick credit for inviting me to the dress rehearsal. She is just so fabulous. She's a full time flute player for the symphony here in Kansas City, but she is such a kick. She's just all around a hysterical woman, and I just love her, I can see getting to be great friends with her...I think we already are great friends, but I just can see being even better friends, because our personalities are seemingly one in the same. 

Here's a brief synopsis of the opera for those unfamilliar with this particular opera:
Giacomo Puccini
Cesare Angelotti, an escaped political prisoner, rushes into the church of Sant' Andrea della Valle to hide in the Attavanti chapel. As he vanishes, an old Sacristan shuffles in, praying at the sound of the Angelus. Mario Cavaradossi enters to work on his portrait of Mary Magdalene - inspired by the Marchesa Attavanti (Angelotti's sister), whom he has seen but does not know. Taking out a miniature of the singer Floria Tosca, he compares her raven beauty with that of the blonde Magdalene ("Recondita armonia"). The Sacristan grumbles disapproval and leaves. Angelotti ventures out and is recognized by his friend and fellow liberal Mario, who gives him food and hurries him back into the chapel as Tosca is heard calling outside. Forever suspicious, she jealously questions him, then prays, and reminds him of their rendezvous that evening at his villa ("Non la sospiri la nostra casetta?"). Suddenly recognizing the Marchesa Attavanti in the painting, she explodes with renewed suspicions, but he reassures her ("Qual' occhio al mondo"). When she has gone, Mario summons Angelotti from the chapel; a cannon signals that the police have discovered the escape, so the two flee to Mario's villa. Meanwhile, the Sacristan returns with choirboys who are to sing in a Te Deum that day. Their excitement is silenced by the entrance of Baron Scarpia, chief of the secret police, in search of Angelotti. When Tosca comes back to her lover, Scarpia shows her a fan with the Attavanti crest, which he has just found. Thinking Mario faithless, Tosca tearfully vows vengeance and leaves as the church fills with worshipers. Scarpia, sending his men to follow her to Angelotti, schemes to get the diva in his power ("Va, Tosca!").
In the Farnese Palace, Scarpia anticipates the sadistic pleasure of bending Tosca to his will ("Ha piĆ¹ forte sapore"). The spy Spoletta arrives, not having found Angelotti; to placate the baron he brings in Mario, who is interrogated while Tosca is heard singing a cantata at a royal gala downstairs. She enters just as her lover is being taken to an adjoining room: his arrogant silence is to be broken under torture. Unnerved by Scarpia's questioning and the sound of Mario's screams, she reveals Angelotti's hiding place. Mario is carried in; realizing what has happened, he turns on Tosca, but the officer Sciarrone rushes in to announce that Napoleon has won the Battle of Marengo, a defeat for Scarpia's side. Mario shouts his defiance of tyranny ("Vittoria!") and is dragged to prison. Scarpia, resuming his supper, suggests that Tosca yield herself to him in exchange for her lover's life. Fighting off his embraces, she protests her fate to God, having dedicated her life to art and love ("Vissi d'arte"). Scarpia again insists, but Spoletta interrupts: faced with capture, Angelotti has killed himself. Tosca, forced to give in or lose her lover, agrees to Scarpia's proposition. The baron pretends to order a mock execution for the prisoner, after which he is to be freed; Spoletta leaves. No sooner has Scarpia written a safe-conduct for the lovers than Tosca snatches a knife from the table and kills him. Wrenching the document from his stiffening fingers and placing candles at his head and a crucifix on his chest, she slips from the room.
The voice of a shepherd boy is heard as church bells toll the dawn. Mario awaits execution at the Castel Sant'Angelo; he bribes the jailer to convey a farewell note to Tosca. Writing it, overcome with memories of love, he gives way to despair ("E lucevan le stelle"). Suddenly Tosca runs in, filled with the story of her recent adventures. Mario caresses the hands that committed murder for his sake ("O dolci mani"), and the two hail their future. As the firing squad appears, the diva coaches Mario on how to fake his death convincingly; the soldiers fire and depart. Tosca urges Mario to hurry, but when he fails to move, she discovers that Scarpia's treachery has transcended the grave: the bullets were real. When Spoletta rushes in to arrest Tosca for Scarpia's murder, she cries to Scarpia to meet her before God, then leaps to her death.

Sort of a long-winded description, but it gives you a good idea of what is going on in the opera. I am so excited! So I had an interview a Old Navy yesterday, and it was fine, no big deal, they said that they will call on Friday, and tell me the good news. I can only assume that they'll hire me, I mean, it's not rocket science right, there's no good reason NOT to hire me, and I think it will be fun, and I fully expect them to hire me. I just spoke with my my Mama and she was just checking in to say hi. We hadn't talked in a while, so it was good to hear her voice, and get the low-down on the fam. I told her I might not be able to get up to Chicago on Thaksgiving, but that I'll have to keep her updated on my schdule (or lack thereof.) Oh, I almost forgot, Richard got his new Hondayesterday, a 2002 sports coupe? I don't know if that's right, I know SO little about cars, but it's a beautiful, sleek, black thing. Really a beautiful car, and I know that he is completely enamoured with it, and has that new car-syndrome. Park it in the back of the parking lot so it doesn't get scratched, yadda yadda. He's so cute. Anyway, must go and saturate my brain with Puccini now. Oh, Happy know it's a FULL MOON tonight too, and a blue moon, I think it's the second full moon of the month, so it's even more statistically abhorrent. Love that. Have a good, safe Halloween, kids, Throw some mail my way if you get a chance! Love your hair, hope it wins.