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...Alcina. Running over four hours, the Baroque opera presents its leading lady with aria upon aria of fiendishly difficult coloratura singing (Ah! Mio cor! alone is a 12-minute, seven-stages-of-grieving emotional roller-coaster) with minimal orchestral backing. With typical understatement, Durkin calls it musical "Ping Pong." Only the finest sopranos can survive such exercise. Handel's original Alcina, Anna Strada, was unkindly described by a contemporary as having "so little of Venus in her appearance, that she was usually called the Pig." But more than anyone else, it was a 33-year-old Australian, 225 years later...
...bars that covers the entire city, the rush to judgment is understandable. No modern capital is as open about its flesh trade as Bangkok is. Nor does my gender preclude me from generous offers. Touts invite me to watch sex shows in which teenage girls shoot ping-pong balls from their nethers. Or would I prefer darts? Or balloons? (I have caught the ping-pong show, and the athleticism, if nothing else, is staggering. Mostly, though, I decline the offers.) Even if my husband and I walk hand-in-hand down Bangkok streets, the women at massage parlors call...
Most of the Kazakhstan shots were actually filmed in Romania, and their verisimilitude (“cars” pulled by horses, rampant incest, extreme love of ping pong and sunbathing) is slim to none. Ironically enough given the extreme anti-Semitism of his character, Cohen’s “Kazakh” dialogue throughout the film is actually Hebrew...
...Science/Math/Undecided Hometown: Stockholm, Sweden Ideal Date: Research has concluded that it is me. Best way for a guy/girl to get your attention: Singing “Burn It Up” by R. Kelly Where to find you on a Saturday night: Definitely not in my room playing beer pong since I’m not 21... First thing you notice about a guy/girl: Her sense of humor and eagerness for long walks on the beach... Your best pick-up line: Eyyyy... Best or worst lie you’ve ever told: I don’t lie. Something you?...
...It’s the wind,” insisted a graduate of Yale’s class of 2002 as he watched his orange ping-pong ball fall short of its target: a half-filled plastic cup, its side adorned with a logo and the words ‘Harpoon Brewery.’ “I’ve been to a few regattas before,” he related, undeterred, as he prepared for another shot. “But I don’t know if I’d call myself...