Where am I now?

As you can see, this blog hasn't gotten any love in many years... But you can now find me on my site jessicatravels.com.

13 January 2006

U2/Kanye West

The Rose Garden, Portland
December 19, 2005

Playing catch-up again, here are - finally - my notes from the last concert we saw in 2005. Now, I'd never been a huge U2 fan. I mean, I've always liked the singles and respected them immensely, but I'd never bought an album. Chris, on the other hand, has always loved the band, and as he has bought the last few albums I've really gotten into them. Neither of us had ever seen the band live - I think we both expected a fabulous show, but even our high expectations were exceeded.

But let me back up a bit...

Tickets for the show went on sale sometime in, like, January 2005 or something - really, I can't remember exactly when it was, but it was ages before the actual show. Chris wasn't home, I was planning to try to buy tickets online (through the service-charge-o-rific ticket seller which we all know and hate), but was pretty sure they'd be sold out before my browser could refresh. Imagine my surprise when I actually was able to get two tickets! I had five minutes to make a decision about whether I wanted to buy them, and though they were sort of at an angle off one side of the back corner of the stage, I figured that if that was the best available at that time, I wouldn't be able to do any better. So, I bought them, surprised Chris with the news, and then promptly forgot about the concert for another 11 months.

(Despite having bought tickets so far in advance of a show, fate [AKA the weather] almost made it impossible for us to go - the day before had been a day of freezing rain and snow, and had it not melted midday on the 19th we never would have left the house. Thank goodness for that warming trend.)

So, now onto the show.

The seats were actually pretty good, though they were sort of angled behind the stage - we were on the side where bassist Adam Clayton stands. U2's stage set up includes a giant circular path around not only the stage but a portion of the general admission crowd. We expected that Bono would be doing laps.

The opening act, Kanye West, was a surprise to us - we were confused when we first heard he'd be opening, but decided to show up early enough to catch his set just in case we ended up liking him. I can't say I'm anymore a fan now than I was before, but it was a pretty entertaining show nonetheless. As a former singer, I'm drawn more to actual singers than rappers. I don't mind hip-hop so long as there's some kind of melody to sing along with. West said himself during his set that he "can't sing," so he's not going to make my top-ten list anytime soon. He's a good performer, though my favorite part of his act turned out to be his lead violinist.


Kanye West with his string section - the lead violinist is nearest to the foreground.

Yes, I said lead violinist - his backing "band" is composed of a small string and harp section (lovely, thin women in tight black dresses, their hair in tight black buns - a la Robert Palmer videos - with black rectangles painted across their faces over their eyes), in addition to the requisite guy-with-turntables. The lead violinist was wearing a slinky white dress and black patent leather stilettos, and frankly seemed like she might fit better in one of West's videos or actually in the front row. She knew all the songs (more than you'd expect a member of the band to know them), and "sang along" while dancing (sometimes while playing the violin, sometimes from her chair), gyrating so violently at times that she wasn't touching the ground - and let me tell you, jumping in stilettos is no mean feat.


The stage between sets - we noticed two small monitors on either side of Bono's microphone, but they weren't the usual sound monitors - they appeared to scroll the lyrics like teleprompters. I imagine for a band with a catalog the size of U2's, that would be a nice safety net. Bono looked like he wasn't using them much.

As the road crew was modifying the stage set up between shows, we voiced our hope that this would be one of those shows where people actually stood up when the band came onstage - neither of us is a great dancer, but we both prefer to actually stand while dancing as opposed to that silly "seat dance" one is sometimes forced to do when no one else around you wants to stand. Thankfully, we got our wish. The lights went down, and the entire arena stood up.

setlist:
City Of Blinding Lights
Vertigo
Elevation
I Will Follow
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
In A Little While (snippet)
Beautiful Day
Many Rivers To Cross (snippet)
Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home) (snippet)
Original Of The Species
Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own
Torna A Surriento (snippet)
Love And Peace Or Else
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Rock The Casbah (snippet)
Bullet The Blue Sky
When Johnny Comes Marching Home (snippet)
The Hands That Built America (snippet)
Miss Sarajevo
Pride (In The Name Of Love)
Where The Streets Have No Name
One
Help (snippet)
Instant Karma!
Happy Christmas (War Is Over) (snippet)

encore 1:
Until The End Of The World
Mysterious Ways
With Or Without You

encore 2:
Happy Birthday
Yahweh
40

I know that the huge shows a band like U2 does now are highly scripted, that there is little left of the spontaneity of the smaller club shows they used to do, and that generally it's a challenge to still make each show's attendees feel like they're at a singular event. In Pennsylvania, after the show, we bought a DVD of the Vertigo tour which was recorded in May 2005 - watching even 45 minutes of it confirmed for me that nothing is left to chance in their shows. The entire thing is planned, even down to the people Bono will pull out of the crowd - their faces change, but their roles do not.


(L) There were these incredible beaded curtains which rolled up and down at different times, only the beads were a kind of computerized light bulb - this picture was taken during the opening of "City of Blinding Lights," where they were just white and sparkling light. (R) Bono entered the stage from the ramp somwhere, as silver confetti fell from the sky.


(L) During the opening song, the entire place was lit up. (R) A close-up of Bono, Clayton and the beaded curtains.

So, while I knew that from the band's perspective it was one more night in a series of similar nights, it's also abundantly clear that the band members love what they are doing. There is nothing of the jaded or bored attitude one could expect from people who have been playing this gig for so many years; no matter how many times they do it, no matter how much their job is about hitting a "repeat" button on the night before, they look like they're having the time of their lives. Bono is a hive of energy, running around the circular ramp, leaping from one side of the stage to the other, and chatting with members of the audience. The Edge (who, I decided that night, just oozes cool) is much more animated than I would have expected, pogo-ing along with the audience much of the time, and even taking a few laps around the ramp himself. Clayton is the understated one (he looks to me like someone's kindly grandfather), as even drummer Larry Mullen, Jr. gets a turn on the ramp when they bring out a tom-tom drum for him to play mid-ramp during "Love and Peace or Else."


(L) A good overview of the stage, which lit up in a series of wonderful colors. (R) The far end of the ramp, with Mullen on his drum and Bono singing.


Two more samples of the beaded curtains - on the right, they were cascading African flags during "Where the Streets Have No Name."



(L) Another light feature were the lovely lamps hanging above the stage - they looked like something out of a 1970's living room, and bathed the stage in light. (R & bottom row) As it was the last night of the tour, the crew came onstage after the 1st encore wearing black shirts with one letter apiece - in the end, it spelled out something like, "the u2 crew would like to thank the edge bono larry and adam for a great 2005" - and there were still quite a few crew members left over! The band came onstage after that to applaud their crew, and sing happy birthday to one of the guys.

To say that U2 is the best stadium-band I've ever seen is almost an understatement - I've seen Prince twice, and I'd happily pay to see him again, but this was something different. There is an adoration of Bono that goes far beyond the hoardes of screaming young girls - U2's appeal seems to be age-less, and people seem to respond not only to the music but to his political persona as well. Just the day before, Time Magazine had come out with Bono as one of three "persons of the year," an honor he didn't even bother to bring up during the show. Chris and I commented to each other more than once that it felt like we were part of something bigger that night, that we were in a place with many like-minded people. It's hokey, but it's the kind of feeling that gives a person hope about a better future for the country and the world.


(L) Bono asked everyone to get out their cell phones before "One," I think it was, and then after people used them to "light up the place like a Christmas tree" (Bono's words), he asked them to text message their names to an online campaign he's spearheading. At the end of the show, the people who had done so saw their names scroll across the giant screens above the stage. (R) The band says a final farewell after their 2nd encore.

12 January 2006

This Is Old Hat Now

I can't begin to emphasize the difference between my first Monday class and my first Wednesday class. There were the obvious perceptible differences - class size (12 on Wednesday as compared to 25 on Monday), room setup (Wednesday was more conducive to interaction), noise level (Wednesday's class was much quieter and more attentive)... But it went beyond that.

On Monday, I felt compelled to announce to the class that I had never taught before. On Wednesday, that felt completely unnecessary. On Monday, I was swallowing ginger pills and other antacids all day long in an ultimately unsuccessful effort to quiet my nerves. On Wednesday, I spent the day occupied with work and nearly forgot I was teaching that night.

Was Wednesday a perfect class? Not by a long shot - they were almost too attentive, so we breezed through everything I had for them with about twenty minutes to spare and I had to make up a last-minute activity. But I felt so much better on Wednesday than I had on Monday that I really felt like I might have found my new favorite hobby - teaching.

I'm not so deluded to think that I'm going to walk out of every class feeling like that, but I sort of feel like if I can infect the students with my love of the Italian language, country, culture and people that I've been successful.

The best news of all is that I don't have anything to do tonight - nowhere to be after work. You can't imagine how much I'm looking forward to a night in my sweats with my cats crawling all over me... It's the little things, y'know.

11 January 2006

La Lingua Bella

Last Friday I watched "Ricordati di me" ("Remember Me, My Love") with a friend, and though I had no high hopes of catching any of the Italian at all, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there were several lines I could understand. Certainly, most of the time the dialogue was far too rapid for me to make sense of any more than the odd word here and there - but every once in awhile I'd notice that the subtitle wasn't complete based on what they'd said. That was a nice little ego boost going into my teaching debut on Monday.

I was so nervous before Monday night's class that my stomach was doing somersaults for two days beforehand. I kept hoping that my first-night jitters would be non-existent for the start of my Wednesday night class - and I'm happy to report that I'm jitter-free today. I just have to get the paperwork sorted and make the necessary copies, but I'm not eating antacids all day long... So I guess that's progress.

10 January 2006

Bloglines Overflowing

I've been saving a few things from my Bloglines subscriptions, thinking I'd post links to them here every so often, but I've fallen behind so I'm going to post them all here together. The end result is that this list will have nothing in common except that they're all in my Bloglines subscriptions. Will this be a sign of a multi-faceted mind, or a scatterbrain? I'll leave you to be the judge (so long as you don't tell me what you decide). Here they are, in alphabetical order by blog...

altportland has some useful tools which I haven't yet actually used, but they still appear useful. Perhaps you'll find them so?
Aaron Hamburger's New Year's Wish would have been more timely had I posted it last week, but I think there's value in it regardless of the date. I found myself saying, "Yes" out loud more than once while reading it.

Damn Interesting is always good for a few chin scratches.
  • The Physics of Quicksand (I feel better about hiking in the desert now)
  • I was curious about this one, mostly because of the first line - I didn't know why the sky was blue...
  • As I'm planning on being cremated when I die, I'm absolutely into this idea - talk about a family heirloom!
ExtraMSG has a link to a list of healthy places to eat in Portland, as well as a link to a story about Mio Gelato's hot chocolate - apparently I'm not the only one who thinks they make a mighty fine cuppa cocoa.

My old favorite Conor has posted a fabulous list of resolutions - not for himself, mind you, but for everyone else. Which makes them much, much better.

The Record Store Geek posted links to a few things I couldn't let go of... I'm not an SNL fan in general, and I don't plan on seeing "The Chronicles of Narnia," but this "digital short" had me howling... I haven't gone through yet to see if I own any of the CDs with banned cover art... And here's what looks like a cool way to find Portland's many fine music stores.

William Bragg has posted so many things I've saved, I should just tell you to read his blog every day and be done with it. But I won't. I mean, I will tell you to read his blog, and in addition to that I'll list things that catch my eye. Like these:
The Written Road posts a helpful link to a map of WiFi locations, which could be extremely useful the next time I travel with the laptop.

And finally, The Incredible Talking Monkey posts this hysterical list of reasons why gay marriage is wrong.

Ahh, now my Bloglines page isn't horribly full of saved posts, and I feel cleansed.

"Sono ottimista."

This was the phrase yesterday on our new Italian phrase-a-day calendar, which was perfect for yesterday. I was absolutely freaking out about teaching for the first time, but underneath it all I was certainly an optimist - if I wasn't, I wouldn't have gone through with it.

The good news is that it went pretty well. I was still nervous when the class started, but about 20 minutes into it I kind of settled into the idea. It's a full class - there were 25 there last night, with about 5 who didn't show (so I don't know if they'll be there next class or not) - and my voice was wrecked afterwards. As I was sipping tea in my kitchen at home afterwards, I thought, "Wow, it's like I've got two gigs a week now." So I've got to be active in taking care of my voice. My throat was really dry when I woke up this morning, so I'm going to try to take it easy today so I don't lose my voice before my first Wednesday class tomorrow.

I'm not sure whether I should've done this, but I did tell them at the beginning of the class it was my first teaching experience. At the break, a woman came up to me and said, "As a retired teacher, I have to tell you - you have the teacher gene! You're doing wonderfully!" I must've looked relieved and thankful, because she went on to say that she thought I'd probably want to hear something like that... She was right, I did want to hear it.

Teaching felt much more like performing than I'd expected it to - but that's a good thing, because it actually felt more familiar than I'd expected it to as well. I used humor to my advantage several times and had the entire class laughing, which felt very good. I see how addictive eliciting laughter can be. So, while I don't have a future as a singer anymore, I do think I'll learn to like this kind of audience as well.

09 January 2006

Teabag Tag

As I'm currently completely freaking out about my first night of teaching tonight, I'm taking this morning's teabag tag as not just wisdom but actual instruction:

There is nothing left to you at this moment but to have a good laugh.
- Zen Master

The Dandy Warhols/The Out Crowd

Wonder Ballroom, Portland
December 13, 2005


I know, I know - this review is ages in coming. Terribly sorry about that... I'm going to blame it on the time of year and the stupid illnesses I was dealing with since basically the beginning of December. The bottom line is that I'm finally getting to it, which makes me feel better. I'm sure it makes you feel better, too, right? Right?

December 13 was the welcome-home show, in a sense, for the two bands, as they'd been out on the road since mid-November. We were looking forward to seeing my brother, and frankly I was hoping we'd get a chance to see the folks we'd met in Los Angeles in mid-November. My mother had also driven the 2+ hours up to Portland, since she'd not yet seen The Out Crowd perform. I was not-so-secretly hoping my mother would get a chance to meet Courtney of Dandys' fame, if only because how many peoples' mothers get to do that?

We didn't get a chance to see Brother Caleb before the show, so when The Out Crowd took to the stage Mom and I walked over to Caleb's side just to wave and let him know we were there. Then we walked back to the mid-center of the hall to listen to the show. Unfortunately, The Wonder Ballroom has a seriously less-than-wonderful house soundman. (Or at least they did for that show.) It was so bad - indescribably bad. The band looked frustrated, and I was annoyed. They'd sounded so great at the L.A. show, and my poor mom didn't get a chance to hear that. Instead, the only thing that was coming through the house speakers was the bass (when my bass-playing brother heard that he said, "Oh, well, maybe the sound wasn't so bad after all..."). The vocals and guitars seemed to be coming only vaguely through the monitors, along with lots of feedback. We felt badly for the band, who clearly wasn't showcased in their best light - and after such a great tour, it had to have been a frustrating way to end things.


Brother Caleb on the left, and the whole Out Crowd on the right - plus one. Greek trumpeter Achilles joined the band onstage for a few songs at the end of their set. Apparently, he'd been doing that for awhile on tour.

After their set, Caleb came out and brought us backstage - which, in this case, was a downstairs hallway lined on one side with what looked like gym lockers. I got my wish, as Courtney walked past just then, met my mother, and stood around with all of us to chat for awhile. He and Caleb joked about the venue - although it's actually quite pretty on the inside, with interesting designs painted on the walls (its grand opening was just in the summer of 2005), the stage was rather small and it did have the overall feel of a high school gymnasium. Courtney and Caleb said that during soundcheck the two bands were talking about which one was going to win the Battle of the Bands that year.

Before the Dandys went onstage, we were ushered back upstairs into what turned out to be a much fuller hall. It was so full, in fact, that we didn't make it far past the backstage door. The Dandys, of course, have their own soundman, and so predictably their sound was fabulous. We didn't stay for much longer than 45 minutes or so (my mom had that 2+ hour drive home, and it was a Tuesday night), but I got to hear several of my favorite songs and my mom ended up liking the Dandys quite a bit. I imagine not many peoples' mothers do that, either.




The Dandys in concert.

07 January 2006

Happy 40th, Stephanie!

Today is our dear friend Stephanie's birthday, and her husband actually managed to surprise the hell out of her tonight with a gathering of her good friends and family. I left a little early, as I was the only one without a spouse or family member to rely on for conversation, so I missed out on the ouzo and plate breaking. It was still fun, though - here are some of the pictures.


A surprised Steph (left) quickly got into the swing of things (right) with everyone else on the dance floor.



And there was much dancing...


The very happy birthday girl with her very wonderful husband.

06 January 2006

Xmas 2005: Episode II

Here's our second holiday celebration at my mother's in a picture essay format. Round three will be sometime in January, methinks, with my dad. And then we'll actually be done with Christmas/Hanukkah for another few months...


When we arrived, my mom's road reminded us of a Thanksgiving many years ago when the fields on either side were so flooded that Chris & Mom kayaked through them. (The road even flooded at a couple points, meaning guests to the feast that year were ferried back and forth in my brother's SUV.) The kayaks have been sold, so this time we went for a walk. That's Mom and Chris on the road.


These fields are usually inhabited by cows, sheep and horses. The lakes aren't usually there.


The horses on the left are grazing on some of the field that's still above water. On the right, the normally tiny creek rushes underneath one of the two bridges on my mother's road is significantly larger than it's supposed to be. It's this bridge that has flooded in the past.


My favorite horse out there belongs to my mom's neighbor. His name is Calypso, and though he's beautiful he's a bit of a meanie. He's also quite greedy, and he only came over to say hello to us because he thought we had goodies for him. One of the last times we brought him apples, he nearly took off a chunk of Chris' hand... So, Chris is naturally a bit more reticent to get any closer than this now.


On the left is my mother's fabulous tree in her fabulous great room, and on the right is our nephew opening his stocking at our belated Christmas morning, with my mom looking over his shoulder to see what Santa left for him.


More gleeful stocking opening...


One of our nephew's gifts was some kind of gun thing that made a zillion different noises. My mother's cats kept walking on it as they crept under the tree to drink the tree's water, but they didn't seem bothered by the zapping and buzzing (they're 18 or something, you'd think they'd have heart attacks). The humans around, however, were confused until the gift was opened.


A lazertag set was the big hit of the holiday - on the left, my brother is modeling the orange gear and on the right my nephew is modeling the green gear as well as aiming the gun at his own eye. (No harm done, there's no lazer coming out of it.)


Chris and my mother also played a bit of the lazertag, though here Chris is doing more modeling than actual playing. Mom was actually pretty good at the game.


This is one of my favorite pictures from the weekend - our nephew "stalking" my brother (his father) with the lazertag gun.


For reasons we don't completely understand, our nephew wanted an Easy Bake Oven. So we got him one. He was so happy he jumped for joy. Literally. I helped him make mac & cheese later that night, and though it tasted completely vile he was pleased with it.

05 January 2006

A Lolly For Me

I finally bit into my Sahagun lollipop today after lunch, and yummmm...

I've Got Numbers

My debut as an Italian teacher is only a few days away now, and I just checked the registration status online... My Monday class has 19 students signed up, my Wednesday class has 7. I need 10 to have a class, so I know I'll at least have one for sure. And yes, that makes me more nervous than I already was. Dammit.

The good news - the fever apparently took with it every ailment I had prior, so I'm back to my old self. Well, with one exception - now I seem to have insomnia, which is annoying. I'm perfectly willing to accept that it's due to anxiety over the teaching thing, but that knowledge doesn't seem to make it go away. Sleeping pills, however, do.

04 January 2006

Pennsylvania Wrap-Up & Photos

Just before we left Pennsylvania, I finally downloaded the most recent newsletter from Powells. This is how it started:

This year we're changing the way resolutions are done. Instead of writing a list of our own personal faults that we intend to improve, we have decided to give everyone we know a list of their faults and things we wish they would resolve to improve. This can be quite helpful for the wayward souls who make resolutions about all the wrong things and don't even realize the true flaws they need to fix.

I love that.

The holidays always make me look forward to mid-January when I'm back to my old routine. That's not to say I don't like the holidays - I love them. And this year was especially noteworthy with the Pennsylvania set - it was our first opportunity to get a true family picture in something like six years. I'm so pleased with the picture, and what it represents.


A family Christmas portrait

And, while I'm at it, here are some more pictures from the PA holiday...


(L) The Star Barn along Hwy. 283 (and yes, this picture was taken from a moving car), which I adore. Someday I'm going to bring my tripod and spend a few hours taking pictures of it. (R) This was midday on Christmas, when we had to stop opening gifts long enough to get a snack - we needed strength to go on.


(L) Chris & his brother (and our niece in the foreground) playing with one of the kids' new toys, a track with racing cars. The races had long spaces in between because our niece's Polly Pocket doll had to undergo a wardrobe change each time. (R) Chris holding our nephew hostage during play.


(L) Chris reading to our nephew on Christmas day. (R) Our niece holding a musical snowman she'd nicknamed "Haydee," and which she'd also bedecked in Chris' mother's costume jewelry.


On our last day, we lunched with the kids one last time - at Red Robin, as our nephew speaks very highly of the hotdogs. Our niece likes the pizza (notice the slice it appears I'm wearing as a necklace), though she says it's "not as good as Uncle Chris makes." Good kid.

Yes, it was a good holiday out East. But lest you think it's all hearts and flowers, I'd like to leave you with a taste of this family's true nature. Just after we'd gotten a great portrait on Christmas, Chris' mother said, "Now let's do a fun one!" This was the result, and is - of course - everyone's favorite.

03 January 2006

People Can't Resist My Meme

I had to use deductive reasoning to decide that this set of answers was supplied by my friend Heather. What she fails to mention is that her favorite TV show used to be "Felicity." If you knew her, you'd understand why that's completely hysterical. Since you probably don't, you'll just have to trust me.

Four jobs you've had in your life: candy slinger, barista, aerobic intructor, researcher
Four movies you could watch over and over: The Big Lebowski, Dirty Dancing (sad, but true), Almost Famous, and About a Boy.
Four places you've lived: I have only lived in two cities, Buffalo, NY and Portland, Oregon.
Four TV shows you love to watch: Globe Trekker, ER, Law & Order SVU, and (gulp) Dr. Phil.
Four places you've been on vacation: Hawaii, Spain, Florida, and South Carolina.
Four websites you visit daily: BBC News, Yahoo Mail, Zappos, and OHSU because I am such a good worker.
Four of your favorite foods: Fruit Salad, Green Salad, Chocolate, and currently Coconut Sorbet.
Four places you'd rather be: On the beach, at home in bed, on the French Riviera, in Africa.

What A Lovely Way To Burn

Or not.

The past couple of days dealing with this damnable fever have been so very, very unpleasant. I don't own a thermometer, but I'm quite certain I've had a low-grade fever since Sunday. I'm also pretty sure it broke last night, but I'm still exhausted. The nights are the worst, so I'm expecting that even though I feel a bit better today that tonight I'll lapse back into ick-ville. Nothing of this ick, however, has yet to compare with the summer after my freshman year in college when I got the measles. That was the only time in my life I've been delirious in the technical sense - sleepwalking because of a 104+ temperature. I've never been so sick... If I can keep recalling that awful week it might make this stupid fever seem a bit more tolerable.

Maybe.

01 January 2006

I've Jinxed Myself

No sooner do I mention that I'm thankful for my health that I get walloped. I've been fighting off a variety of cold symptoms (not always successfully, I might add) since before we even left for Pennsylvania, and just after I dropped Chris off at the airport this afternoon for his week in Las Vegas I started feeling the worst case of fever chills... I spent a couple hours under two down and fleece blankets - and still shivering madly - until the Tylenol kicked in. Good lord, I hope this goes away soon. It's off to bed for me now, with crossed fingers for a good (and long) night's sleep.

New Year's Teabag Tag

How appropriate for this first day of a new year...

Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So get on your way!
Dr. Seuss