Sometimes, I wish there's a dream job out there, where someone will pay me good money to practise piano for 5 hours daily, watch concerts for free, and devour opera scores the same way I gorge on chocolate (I'm thinking of Mozart's Le Nozze di Figaro). And in return, all I have to do is to profess my profuse love for music without writing 5000words on it. Just 200words will be enough. And maybe just one dissertation a year. Yes, I think I can handle one a year.
It sounds like the job of a reviewer, doesn't it? As Dominic and Yang'en will testify, I think I'm bitchy enough to be one. Now to convince MOE that I'd be an excellent critic. If not, I suppose I can fall back on trying to convince them that I'd make a fantabulous teacher only at the undergraduate level. This way, I don't have to aurally witness students attempting to produce those screeching pitches from the blasted recorder. It's a bit too painful on the ears.
World Cup finals today - who're you betting on? Of course, there's the animosity between the English and the French, but I'm supporting Italy not because of that, and not because I think they will win, but for the most superficial of reasons - because I like Italian opera! So anything Italian goes.
Come on, Italy.
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