Men seldom make passes...

I honestly thought that since I'd been diagnosed with being far-sighted in my mid-20s that I'd go straight from reading glasses to bifocals. My most recent eye exam thwarted that. I'm no longer far-sighted, which is odd, but does explain why I'd quit using my purchased reading glasses. I have a mild astigmatism in my left eye. Picked up my glasses this week, so here 'tis. I am trying to break them in, in that I'm used to reading glasses and looking down my nose to see things in 'correct' vision, but what I've discovered is that things have been fuzzier than I'd like. Still. When I feel the glasses on my face, I feel as though I'm wearing sunglasses. My astigmatism is slight enough that it's optional, to a point.
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Tonight was also the Philip Glass event, with him talking about things, showing a bit from certain Cocteau films, and me being inordinately glad that he caught me lurking outside of our music studio. I'm glad that I was just a someone on the Portland Opera staff who got him to the restroom when he needed a break. And I'm glad I got to tell him that he meant something to me. That kind of mutual reciprocity, when the giver [say, me] is more toward the mundane scale and the receiver [him, say, major American composer/but just another guy who's getting older and whilst composing drove a cab, and helped a sculpturist and did what you do to get along] are able to have a normal conversation here in the Pacific Northwest and it's just all good…

I wholly admire him. If you're here in Portland or environs, come see Orphée. It's eloquent and transcendent and both stylized and down to earth and the best of that great soup we all draw from for our writings. Yes. I'M BIASED. I've studied Glass since 1989, I'm a Music History and Theory Major, but I'm a writer at heart. I may sound like more of a fangirl than I have in a while, and it's because before I knew I was a writer, I knew I was a musician, a singer, but those are in equal parts. It's why I was a history/theory major rather than performance. I delight in the fact that I can't read without a critical eye, and I cannot hear music without analyzing it. Orphée is even more exceptionally glorious because the composer was here. He's not dead. And I got to meet him.

And I'm still an insane squeeing fangirl because his music has influenced me throughout my adult life.