A novel by Alexandre Dumas, fils. Adapted by Giuseppe Verdi to La Traviata.
Tickets to the Metropolitan Opera. Christmas gift from our fils. Parterre box close to the stage.
New production featuring James Levine’s replacement as musical director, Montreal’s Yannick Nézet-Séguin.
Unique deathbed retrospective one venue set, it brings all of Violetta’s life into her room with the requisite pathos and an added Ballet Jeté ensemble just because. Bavarian soprano Diana Damrau cajoled Violetta’s lacrime in a controlled splendor. The crowd loved it and her.
O Night Divine. Gloriously sung in French by soprano Susanna Phillips at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. Applause wafted up the aisle. Couldn’t help it. Capped off last night’s Christmas Eve service with choirs and horns and harps and a Paul Winter sax solo. And. The most haunting organ crescendo Harking the Herald of Angels. Transported. Second annual tradition with Ben.
Inclusive Episcopalian congregation. A little political. But. No kneeling!
Crap hole vs. crap house. Level of today’s political prevarications debate.
One incompetent guy in Hawaii can push a button and cause panic. Or worse. See TTSD.
Twenty years after. Lewinsky is a verb. Bill Clinton is revered.
mAdBen is back from Ischgl after hitting 57 mph. That’s downhill.
Super Bowl prediction. Pats beat Eagles.
Super Bowl predilection. Vikings beat Pats in Minnesota.
Ground control to mAdBen and his crew of young Ogilvy employees who are lifting off in a partnership with NYSA, New York Space Alliance for “astropreneurship”. Branding space?!
Move over Elon Musk. AdWeek article.
2005. Gates in Central Park.
Happy Mother’s Day.
Seattle Slew was a champion. So is mAdBen. Year two celebrating a birthday in the Pacific Northwest. WhereisBen.today. Ogilvy Account Director and bi-coastal bon vivant. Happy 27! It’s a very good number.
Media pivoting as predicted by conservative conspiracy theorists. From Morning Joe to NYTimes. Those who have been giving him cover. Turning to Trump-bashing. Now that he’s won the nomination and blown up the Republican party. Full-on Hillary propping up has begun.
Time to speed up Game of Thrones. SNL had it right. Yawn. Fell asleep. C’mon. Dragons! Action! Please. Can’t follow plot from Season One.
Mother’s Day spent with Icelandic glaciers and geysers. Breaded pigs ears in Reykjavik. Vicariously texting with mAdBen. Fun!