I think this weekend may call for the comfort of the excruciatingly familiar – Don Carlos! But it’s a production I haven’t seen, from the ROH in 2008 with Villazón as Carlos. Or Carlo. Whatever. I love the opera, but I’m inconsistent with that -s. This version is in Italian. I’ve never been sure whether that made a difference to me, Italian versus French. Possibly I should work out whether I have an opinion about this, but I suspect it would be similar to my stance vis-a-vis things like ossias.
And it may well be a good thing to bunker down and not leave the house tomorrow anyhow. Not only is it game day again, but we’re playing a team from Texas that we haven’t played in like forty years or something, and apparently the whole town is full of people from Texas. Now, I like Texas. I have had at least one extremely fun experience in Texas. Nevertheless, I think I will be avoiding campus and vicinity of campus tomorrow. And since that’s basically the whole town, that means I get to stay home and watch Don Carlos.
Also, student overshare of the week:
Student: “The paper is late because I have [lots of other work for other classes that require an amount of time management student was unable to muster] and I had an eye exam yesterday and I couldn’t read for an hour afterwards and I didn’t even have time to take a shower this morning! Can I have til Monday morning?”
Dude, I do not need to know about the shower. Truly, I don’t care. If I can’t smell you from my polite distance of 3-4 feet, and you don’t leave any aromas in my office, it really is kind of a non-issue from my perspective. There is no “sniff test” for paper extensions.