I have to admit, I've always been a bit Wagner-phobic. As with classic homophobia, I'm always afraid that I'll like his music a little too much.

So I've managed to take in the least amount of Wagner possible for someone with two degrees in musicology. And now I'm taking a course on Wagner's Tristan und Isolde—not my first choice, but kind of ( Read more... )

I finally got home around midnight last night. Though I did indeed miss the flight from Salt Lake City to San Francisco, they had a later flight going to Oak-town. Thank god. I called the Missus, and though she taunted me with her slow driving, we eventually got back to the apartment. Luckily she hadn't burned it down yet, and the cats still ( Read more... )