I was looking through the opera/classical DVD shelves at the library today, and I discovered that I am actually a fairly shallow person. Or at least that I am capable of potentially missing out on things for fairly silly reasons.
There was a DVD there of (I’m guessing? I didn’t really look) recital material by Anna Netrebko. The DVD is subtitled “The woman, the voice” and I admit, the subtitle caused me to roll my eyes and decide that it could wait until I’d run out of other options. My loss, perhaps, but it’s not like it’s going anywhere. There’s something schlocky and false about that kind of marketing that makes me wish the people designing the packaging trusted listeners a little more. I mean, if it had just said something along the lines of “Anna Netrebko Sings Things: See Back Cover For List of Things” I would have been much more inclined to listen to it.
In other news, it looked for a few days like we were going to develop a little bit of a hurricane problem around here, but the mess has moved west. (The poor folks in southern Louisiana are getting flooded, though – not Katrina levels, but worse than people were expecting.) It did pour rain all today, though, and on my way to the library during the afternoon I passed a group of undergraduates taking shelter from the rain in the covered walkway between two buildings. They were all wearing baggy t-shirts, track shorts and hiking sandals (if you have been on a college campus in the southern US lately, you will have noticed that the undergraduates all dress like this, sometimes alternating the hiking sandals with neon running shoes, and back in the late ’90s and early ’00s when I was in college, we were way more creative with our clothing, and I had piercings and hemp necklaces and interesting shoes and would never in a million years have worn track shorts to class) but anyway, these young ladies were standing there watching the rain come down, and one of them turned to the others and said “It’s Jane Eyre weather!” and the rest of them got it and laughed.
This made me smile – sometimes students are great. I mean, I think if you dumped young beginning-of-the-novel Jane down in the middle of yesterday afternoon on our campus she would have said not “there was no possibility of taking a walk that day” but perhaps more “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS IT’S HOT AND YET POURING RAIN AND EVERYONE IS HALF NAKED” but at the same time, I have a feeling that Charlotte Bronte would have found hurricanes artistically congenial.