Dreamed of doing a New York Times crossword puzzle where the answer to "Lowest beach in the world" was "Iqaluit desert"; visiting a park on the south shore of Brooklyn with a group of people; meeting actress Norma Shearer, whose photos I'd just been looking at online.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Music teacher on electronic music: "That's not music, Martelli, it's masturbation!"--ibid.
"I bombed out there and you're talking about fucking pizzas?"
"I'm not talking about fucking pizzas, I'm talking about eating them."
--ibid.
Saw the DVD of Alan Parker's High School for the Performing Arts movie Fame, for the second time. It's terribly dated, like an After School Special cramped with R-rated cliches (e.g. boys peeking at girls undressing). When student Doris said "I don't know why I'm here," I didn't know either.
Went to the first Toronto City Opera rehearsal. Barbara won't join us till December. We did the chorus entrance from Cavalleria Rusticana and the part where Alfio arrives.
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