Winding Down, Winding Up

In the midst of the accumulated stress of a rapidly concluding semester, I have several things to which I am looking forward, including, of course, the end of the semester itself, but also the first Gainesville Roller Rebels bout in Jacksonville this coming Sunday with the Jacksonville Roller Girls.  Another major event which, in the whirlwind of recent activity has taken me by surprise, is the concert this Saturday evening in Orlando featuring Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band.

We bought tickets for the show the morning they became available, stuck them in a desk drawer, and there they have sat.  Since the mid-April date seemed so far off to me at the time, I let it settle in the recesses of my consciousness.  Now, lo, the 19th is nearly upon us!  This is going to be a special occasion for me because, for the first time, I’ll be attending a Springsteen concert with my father, who first introduced me to The Boss when I was young.

The demands on my time from school do not afford me the opportunity to write extensively about this just now, but suffice it to say I am very excited, and, at this point, even the notion of excessive amounts of driving and $3.50/gallon gasoline dampen my enthusiasm.  Huzzah!

On a not-too-difficult-to-predict side note, this morning Bruce endorsed Barack Obama.

Important Notice!

With my website going off-line increasingly often, I am now shopping for a new host.  I may not be updating my site until then.  Your patience is appreciated.

Dana Hill, Narrator

DSC_5137 Some time ago–months, at least–I was contacted by a kind member of the faculty of the UF College of Music, Dr. Anthony Offerle, who asked if I’d narrate the Spring Opera Gala, a scholarship fund-raiser held at the University Auditorium (yes, the same “don’t tase me, bro” landmark). He’s been very nice to me in the past, so, of course, I agreed. But as the date approached I got to feeling anxious about it. It wasn’t that I was nervous about the public speaking; that doesn’t bother me at all. Rather, it was the thought that any blunder I might make could reflect badly on him, or embarrass the students performing.

So, with the dress rehearsal Sunday afternoon I was able to get a feel of how the production would go, and it was very helpful. My job was to introduce each of the fifteen or so pieces of music, and the performers thereof. It would be not unlike what I do every day on the radio, only this would be scripted and before a live audience. I wore my charcoal suit, and arrived just before two o’clock in the rain. The auditorium was open and mostly empty but for some crew setting up chairs on stage. But before long we were going through the program, and the students were practicing their entrances and exits. I found myself getting hung up on some awkward phrasing in the text, but I fixed it up before the performance.

I needn’t have feared ruining everything. Aside from speaking a little too fast at the beginning, I didn’t stumble at all, though I did require the use of the script, since there was no way I could have memorized every line. And I found the whole thing to be fun, especially the energy of a live event, and the whirlwind of backstage activity. It’s like a beehive in the wings, and behind the scenes were students getting into costume, and waiting to go on. And some of these students were very talented. There was a Ukrainian pianist named Anastasiya Naplekova who played Liszt’s Rigoletto Paraphrase with an energy and technical brilliance that was astonishing. Then, in the Act III quartet on which Liszt’s transcription is based, the soprano singing Gilda was excellent. The tenor singing the Duke was perhaps overparted for Verdi, but his Tamino in the Act I quintet from Die Zauberflöte was perfect. He’s going to have a career. The drei Damen were well matched vocally. There was a Japanese student named Risa Iguchi who played Sarasate’s Carmen Fantasy, a performance made more impressive by the fact that her accompanist was her tiny fifteen-year-old sister, Mona. There were dozens of choristers wearing colorful kimonos twirling parasols waiting to take the stage for a preview of the upcoming Mikado production at the Constans Theater. I even got to introduce a gentleman named Carroll Bailey, a 1936 UF graduate who won a bronze star in WWII, and later wrote an opera called De Soto, the rights to which he has donated to the university. Another high point, so to speak, was the coloratura soprano who sang the Queen of the Night‘s Act I aria from The Magic Flute with seeming felicity, even squarely hitting the high F. Amazing.

Dr. Offerle did a really wonderful job organizing the whole affair, and I understand the school raised a lot of money, since tickets to the event were quite expensive, and they found some great sponsorship. The proceeds fund scholarships, and many of the performers are recipients of the self-same scholarships, so, the money is being well-spent. I was glad to be involved.

Guess Whose Website Is Always Down?

Mine, of course!  I evidently have the worst host on the internet, and my site is down about half the time.  I had a lot of success with them–and I won’t mention their name here just yet for fear of reprisal–initially, but within the last year they have really let themselves go.  I had that terrible email crisis a few months back, I had a bizarre security breach that caused my PHP-coded pages to be vandalized, and now I have far too little up-time.  So, it is time for a switch.  Here’s what I need:

  • Reliable service and low down-time
  • A decent, intuitive control panel
  • Support for WordPress
  • Support for multiple domains

I almost switched hosts last year, but the transfer proved more complicated than I felt I could handle–I have a rather sprawling site with more folders and files than I would like–so I abandoned the idea.  I would love a service that offers me monthly billing.  I’d rather not have to pay six months or a year in advance.  But if you have a host that you’re really happy with and are certain that they are worth six months’ commitment, let me know.

Thanks.

Scientific Breakthrough: Female Pregnant!

I shouldn’t have to point this out, but for everyone so intrigued by this so-called “pregnant man,” let me be clear: there is no such thing.  Thomas Beatie is not a man, Thomas Beatie is a woman.  Period.

Now, far be it from me to deny anyone the right to identify with whatever sex they wish to identify.  And, of course, it is anyone’s constitutional right to call themselves whatever they want (within reason; you cannot say you’re a police officer if you aren’t, for example).  And I have no problem with Thomas Beatie having a child with another woman and raising it as though they were a typical nuclear family.  I don’t have a problem with any of this.  The only problem I have is with people somehow being so astonished and shocked.

So, let’s make a few things clear: boys have a penis; girls have a vagina.  Every kindergartener knows this.  Thomas Beatie has all the female reproductive organs and none of the male reproductive organs.  Just because you take testosterone and grow a beard doesn’t make you a male from an anatomical point of view.  If you want to call yourself a dude, be my guest.  And if you can convince a state government to call you a male when you’re really a female, well, more power to you.  But for the public to marvel at the spectacle of a “male pregnancy” betrays a depressing ignorance of science.