Thursday, March 1, 2007


Here we are at the lull before the final maelstrom. I’ve already taught the past two weekends (17 hours; Friday, Saturday, and Sunday), and I have one more weekend to go. But this last mega-session for the mini-semester is my favorite, beginning with Symbolism and working our way up to the current year. I spend 1/3 of the term on the last 100 years after cramming in everything from the Big Bang and the evolution of humankind up to the year 1900. During the first two weekends, I give them the bases for everything they think and believe, and in the last few hours I take it all away. Plus I get to talk about Le Pétomane and Cloaca. You know your college tuition money is well spent when the professor talks about shitting and farting! When my introduction to the humanities course ends Sunday I’ll have an entire week to work ahead for my own classes. I hope to finish the required readings by the end of the month so I can devote all of April to writing my two term papers and finishing my translation projects.

Next three performances I plan to attend: Kitchen Dog Theater’s production of Georg Büchner’s Woyzeck; Rickie Lee Jones at the Lakewood Theater; and the Dallas Symphony Orchestra’s performance of Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 6.

Alright, that’s enough for now. I have to go clean up cat vomit. (Yes, this entry did revolve around shit, puke, and flatulence. Good times.)


  1. I wish I lived close enough to come sit in one of your classes. You should tape them and make sessions available online. :-)

    Woyzeck. This is an opera now, yes? I know I've seen it--and I think it was at the Dallas Opera. I recall signs posted in the lobby cautioning the pearl-clutchers that there was content "that may offended some patrons". If memory serves, my aunt got up and walked out when the main character takes a piss onstage. Not exactly La Traviata.

  2. Minerva,

    I was at that production of Woyzeck with you. I remember it being very good and getting excellent reviews, despite the "we'll give a standing ovation to anything as long as it's pedestrian" nature of Dallas arts patrons.

  3. Well, I missed the Dallas Opera's production of Woyzeck because, after all, I am a snob--the kind who refuses to attend such "cultural" events in his native country but who readily buys tickets to operas and the like when he's living and traveling abroad. But this upcoming performance is from the original play version.

    Speaking of snobbery and pederastrianism--er, I mean pedestrianism, SHmonkey & I did attend Stravinsky's Rite of Spring at the DSO several months back. I was hoping for a recreation of the riots that enflamed Paris after its premier, but was disappointed when I had to put my brick down and give the obligatory standing ovation. Why is it that only an off-the-cuff remark by a Dixie Chick is able to push these people to real wholesome and redemptive violence?