Showing posts with label appreciation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label appreciation. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

It Ain't Over 'Til the Fat Cowgirl Sings

Last Friday, I attended a fantastic cultural event that let me to experience an interesting psychological phenomenon. My aunt took me to the Lyric Opera of Chicago as an early graduation gift and we saw The Girl of the Golden West. At first, I was quite confused on why we were seeing something Western in a arena usually reserved for the Renaissance works of opera written in flowery romance languages, but then my aunt explained that this opera was the Italian librettist Giacomo Puccini’s idea of the Wild Wild West. Thus, we enjoyed a three-hour production of cowboys, bandits and native Americans singing in Italian (with subtitles helpfully provided on a large screen).

I later discovered the term for the slight awkwardness produced by this culture clash: cognitive dissonance. As an American, it was somewhat jarring to see cowboys belting out arias and a name drop like “Jack” or “Johnson” amid Italian dialogue.

However, there are many operas where the subject matter does not match the language in which it is written, but the dissonance is less noticeable. One example is Aida: set in Egypt, written in Italian, based on the writings of a Frenchman This led me to contemplate why this opera seemed more dissonant as well as what the values of these operas are.

I think the reason TGotGW was especially dissonant to me (and other Americans) is because we are much more familiar with a topic like the American West than something like ancient Egypt. When the names, scenery and characters we understand are presented in a new context, we struggle to juxtapose the two. I wonder how Egyptians feel then, when watching either opera. Would something like Aida feel just as dissonant to them?

These productions (both dissonant and not) are valuable as a medium to understand one culture’s interpretation of another. One example of where Puccini’s interpretation deviated from reality was in his portrayal of Native Americans. The show only had two, and they were both submissive servants of white people. I think this shows how a culture may get a warped understanding of another if not all voices are heard. When currently analyzed, attendees can see what the most prevalent ideas about a culture were from a primary source. Many operas are decades old, but can still teach us something new.

Monday, November 29, 2010

The Gift of Gratitude

In the past two weeks, I’ve experienced a time of great tragedy juxtaposed with a time of celebration. It’s been trying and tough, but it’s shown me the unpredictability of life. I cried and I laughed. I mourned a death and I met a new baby. Above all else, I remembered the importance of family.

I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that teenage lives are hectic. We are incredibly occupied with our own lives, and friends, and all the other minutiae of life. Some would even say we are the busiest generation. We make time for school, extracurriculars, homework and friends, but family can often get lost in the shuffle. I know personally, aside from brief family dinners, sometimes I don’t even communicate with my immediate family every day. My extended family is mainly situated out of state, so I really only see them a few times a year. I look forward to our reunions, but usually not extremely enthusiastically.

But this time, when I was with my family, I appreciated it more than I ever have before. My grandmother passed away on November 17th, and seeing the throngs of people who convened to celebrate her life really reminded me of that never-fail support system we take for granted: our families.

In the following days, I tried to get as much as possible of my time with relatives. I discussed the Vietnam war with a older cousin. I took a walk along a river with my grandma and uncles. I played with the afore mentioned baby and couldn’t help but break into a grin when she grasped my finger. Maybe it was just the holiday spirit, but I felt incredibly thankful for these moments.

So while these upcoming holiday season offers us teens the temptation to hole up with a book or a laptop, relax while playing some festive tunes, or meet friends at Starbucks for a seasonal drink in one of those cute red cups, instead, use this happy, uncluttered time to spend time with those who matter most. Take a younger cousin out for sledding and hot chocolate, or spend an afternoon decorating a Christmas tree with the grandparents. This holiday season, spending time with family might be the best gift you can give.