Christmas in NYC
This year is the Rockettes 75th Anniversary. I really wish Santa was sending me to New York for Christmas so that I could see the 75th Anniversary show at Radio City.
If you're a fan of Christmas and haven't experienced the onslaught of Christmas in New York then you are missing the extent of just how commercially viable Christmas can be! And watching the Rockettes Christmas spectacular is not to be believed. The show is jaw-dropping. However, according to this article, it is even more spectacular than ever!!
Even though I will miss it, I think Santa is bringing me some private French lessons this year, in preparation for my trip to Paris in '08. I was watching some French movies recently -- well, I was actually listening to them while cleaning house -- and I was appalled at how bad my French had gotten. I could barely understand any of it. It makes me so mad. I have studied French for, like, my entire life and I can barely ask for a drink of water.
When I was 5 years old, my grandmother bought me the record album 60 French Girls Sing Songs of Paris (pictured below -- yes, I still play it!). Technically, she bought the record for my older brother, who was 6 years old at the time. But I -- shall we say -- appropriated it and played it constantly. It was all in French so, to me, it was just a bunch of sounds, but it was (and still is) very melodic. I really loved it.
My grandmother also taught me how to sing Frère Jacques when I was even younger -- I was probably about 3. My family and I were on some sort of road trip to somewhere and my grandmother was with us, sitting in the back seat between my brother and me. And since my brother wasn't interested, she taught me how to sing the song. I can only guess that my parents, who were in the front seat, were just thrilled with that since I don't believe I stopped singing it for the rest of the trip. I do remember, vividly, my brother telling me to shut up, but then, he was wont to do that whenever I was regaling the family with my lovely singing... Anyway.
By the time I was 7, I began learning French in school and then never stopped learning it. But it makes me feel so intensely defeated when I realize just how much of that language I still don't comprehend. It is, shall we say, Greek to me?
Okay!
A lovely, lovely day here today. It is the day that the lawn care guys come and do a final tidying of "the grounds." The next time I see them, it will be winter and they will be plowing snow from my driveway. Honestly, I cannot believe how quickly the seasons are just flying by. And in the midst of it all, I am still attempting to meet my deadlines. It feels as if my world goes by in deadlines rather than in me simply living my life. But oh well. Onward.
There is one bit of news from another.
From Emanuel Xavier in NYC:
If you're a fan of Christmas and haven't experienced the onslaught of Christmas in New York then you are missing the extent of just how commercially viable Christmas can be! And watching the Rockettes Christmas spectacular is not to be believed. The show is jaw-dropping. However, according to this article, it is even more spectacular than ever!!
Even though I will miss it, I think Santa is bringing me some private French lessons this year, in preparation for my trip to Paris in '08. I was watching some French movies recently -- well, I was actually listening to them while cleaning house -- and I was appalled at how bad my French had gotten. I could barely understand any of it. It makes me so mad. I have studied French for, like, my entire life and I can barely ask for a drink of water.
When I was 5 years old, my grandmother bought me the record album 60 French Girls Sing Songs of Paris (pictured below -- yes, I still play it!). Technically, she bought the record for my older brother, who was 6 years old at the time. But I -- shall we say -- appropriated it and played it constantly. It was all in French so, to me, it was just a bunch of sounds, but it was (and still is) very melodic. I really loved it.
My grandmother also taught me how to sing Frère Jacques when I was even younger -- I was probably about 3. My family and I were on some sort of road trip to somewhere and my grandmother was with us, sitting in the back seat between my brother and me. And since my brother wasn't interested, she taught me how to sing the song. I can only guess that my parents, who were in the front seat, were just thrilled with that since I don't believe I stopped singing it for the rest of the trip. I do remember, vividly, my brother telling me to shut up, but then, he was wont to do that whenever I was regaling the family with my lovely singing... Anyway.
By the time I was 7, I began learning French in school and then never stopped learning it. But it makes me feel so intensely defeated when I realize just how much of that language I still don't comprehend. It is, shall we say, Greek to me?
Okay!
A lovely, lovely day here today. It is the day that the lawn care guys come and do a final tidying of "the grounds." The next time I see them, it will be winter and they will be plowing snow from my driveway. Honestly, I cannot believe how quickly the seasons are just flying by. And in the midst of it all, I am still attempting to meet my deadlines. It feels as if my world goes by in deadlines rather than in me simply living my life. But oh well. Onward.
There is one bit of news from another.
From Emanuel Xavier in NYC:
"So they've been filming
at Union Square Park all this week for a hot new MySpacetv.com feature called
MySpace Rants and I
stepped up to the soapbox and sped through one of my early signature poems,
"Nueva York", to get down to as close to the one minute time frame as possible.
I clocked it in at 1 minute and 11 seconds. Though it was far more rushed than
usual, it was very 
"
http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=21562156
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