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Jul. 3rd, 2019 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missizzyUp until last night, I actually thought Spiderman wasn't coming out until this weekend. Monday I booked a ticket for a Sunday showing, then wondered why all the news articles were warning for spoilers already. Took me another day to finally figure it out. First time since the original Avengers I didn't see an MCU movie the weekend it opened. So now I just have to try to go unspoiled for four more days.
I could've gone to see it in New York on Friday, I suppose, but I had other things to do there. And this weekend; Saturday I spent getting home, and Sunday mom and I went to the Wolf Trap Opera to see a pair of one-acts. The first wasn't very good, but the second, The Emperor of Atlantis, was. Created by a group of concentration camp inmates when the Nazis were trying to fool the Red Cross, who were gassed when the guards found out what they'd written, it was preserved by a friend of the composer who managed to survive, and first performed over thirty years later. It's a dark piece, obviously, even if it ends the the fall and death of the title character, portraying a twisted world that feels all too familiar these days.
And now as our own twisted tyrant prepares to glorify himself in a militaristic political rally at taxpayer expense, I am settled at home, and as per my usual custom will spend tomorrow in, watching Wimbledon. Everyone else is talking about turning their TV off, but really, we need only do that those players who support Trump take the court.
I could've gone to see it in New York on Friday, I suppose, but I had other things to do there. And this weekend; Saturday I spent getting home, and Sunday mom and I went to the Wolf Trap Opera to see a pair of one-acts. The first wasn't very good, but the second, The Emperor of Atlantis, was. Created by a group of concentration camp inmates when the Nazis were trying to fool the Red Cross, who were gassed when the guards found out what they'd written, it was preserved by a friend of the composer who managed to survive, and first performed over thirty years later. It's a dark piece, obviously, even if it ends the the fall and death of the title character, portraying a twisted world that feels all too familiar these days.
And now as our own twisted tyrant prepares to glorify himself in a militaristic political rally at taxpayer expense, I am settled at home, and as per my usual custom will spend tomorrow in, watching Wimbledon. Everyone else is talking about turning their TV off, but really, we need only do that those players who support Trump take the court.
