Chandeliers at opening night
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"In the stream I've seen my own likeness; and now I see it again. As once it appeared in the water so now you show me my likeness!" Act I, Die Walküre
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- Therefore, ignore everything I say
- Blog prec8m from a few bars of Arturo's music
- Yet another schizo evening
- Morning-after pill
- Chandeliers at opening night
- Schizo
- First day of the season
- In two seasons, fierce catfighting at plaza founta...
- My last summer afternoon: a rainbow dips from stor...
- Hey look, it's the Met's Armonica Mama. (Will she...
- Sieglinde, regnava nel silenzio. She's out of tow...
- Which reminds me, I'm all out of Q-tips
- Blogging the golden age
- More than peanuts
- No peace
- I'm not really a singer, but I play one on stage
- My last post about politics, I swear, because it's...
- typical Thursday
- 9/11
- Brava Britney
- Pavarotti
- Sediziose voci
- No title
- Care-less
- You can expect much higher quality spy pics from t...
- Between the lines
- Met season preview: more crap
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