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This just in: I have one free spare ticket to La Boheme at the Lyric Opera House in Baltimore on Sunday, May 7, 2006. (It's a matinee, so you'll be home at a reasonable hour.) Mom will be in England at that time and will not be able to attend. I don't want to go by myself. La Boheme is an opera by Puccini and it generally makes the best-of-breed lists by people who like the stuff. (Therefore, let's have some fucking enthusiasm, here. It's not like I'm trying to sell you people on Le Dialogue Des Carmelites or The Queen of Spades or something.) The outing will also include a pre-opera lunch at the Akbar, which serves damn fine indian food at extremely reasonable prices. Anybody want to go see La Boheme in May? (If there is no response from these quarters, I will start shopping the ticket around locally, which may involve a significant amount of arm-twisting because most of the flesh people where I live think opera is about as enjoyable as a root canal.)

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I had a discussion with my mother during one of the opera intermissions. This wasn't the discussion about tenant Scott's gay porn and how modern porn, with the aid of Photoshop and retouching wizards, is better than real because basically her contribution to that conversation was to cover her ears and go LALALA, I can't hear you. *sigh* I think there's some very valuable stuff to be learned from the Ken-and-Barbie plasticity of modern porn, but she was having none of it. This was the discussion about ... well, I don't know precisely what it was about, but I got the general impression that it was about me being a bloody-minded idiot.

( I really didn't think she'd see it that way... )