Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

Because I was a member of the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra Chorus during the 1995-1996 season, I was lucky enough to be a performer in Opening Ceremonies of the Atlanta Summer Olympics. I found a video of Celine Deion singing “The Power of the Dream” on YouTube. There was a discussion about whether she was performing live or not. I knew a little bit about this, since I was there and knew just enough to be able to answer the questions the commenters were posing.

The whole experience was really cool. When you watch the video, you’ll see that I’m one of the people standing behind Ms. Deion (Hahaha!) in a choir robe on the ramp. It was quite the vantage point. At this time in the proceedings, Mohammed Ali had already lit the olympic torch, and the parade of nations was complete. It was an incredible place to be, and despite the cheesiness of the Babyface/Foster music (which we recorded in Symphony Hall about a month prior), watching this video this morning made me cry. Just because being in such a place at such a time amidst such an incredible confluence of energy was overwhelming. I love people. I love being where the action was. And on that day, in that place, that was the place to be. Watch it, and at around 2 minutes, listen and imagine how cool it all was for me.

Below the video, you’ll see my responses to the commenters queries about what was live and what was prerecorded.

OK, this is crazy, but I’m actually one of the performers in this. I sang in the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra Chorus during this time. I am one of the people in a choir robe on the ramp behind Celine Deion. We prerecorded everything so that no matter what technical things went wrong, there would be something to play on air.

What I recall is that those recordings of us (the chorus) were blended with the mics that were on us in the actual stadium. For the soloists, however (Celine Deion, Jesse Norman, etc), the recordings were only in reserve for use in case the mics were failing to feed into either the stadium or to the live feed.

It all went as planned, and so I believe what you are hearing is, in fact, live Celine. What you are hearing from the orchestra and chorus is all recorded, but inside the stadium, it was both the pre-recorded stuff and the live performance.

40th Birthday Candle/Cake Situation from abbyladybug on Vimeo.

Five days before my birthday, I wrote the following paragraph, but I never posted it. Now I have a video to share, and it seems that this would be exactly the kind of reason to go back to the blog. So here’s how I was feeling 5 days before I turned 40. Now I’m 40 and 1 day, and I feel like the same Abby I did last week. Go figure!

So I started this blog over 5 years ago when I was living in Memphis. I had just moved away from all my friends and wanted to keep in touch. It’s been a wonderful thing for me – having a place to share all the things that have meant something to me. On Sunday, I will turn 40. To me, blogging has been the stable force amidst so much instability: moves, relationships, jobs. And today, at age 39, 11 months, and about 25 days, I feel like I may finally be experiencing some stability. I have a private practice in a lovely building in downtown Raleigh. I have a 3-minute (on foot) commute to my apartment. It’s in this historic neighborhood – so pretty, and it has a great vibe. I’ve got a great boyfriend who loves me, challenges me, and is pretty much more fun than anyone I’ve ever met. Even though I lost Maggie this summer, I’ve got my hilarious Jeep, who (despite forgetting I’ve fed her within about 2 minutes) is an utter delight. Do I still need this blog? I don’t imagine I’ll shut it down, because here, people have me in their feed readers, and if I DO have something to say, this seems a fairly good place to stay it. But life has changed in the past 5 years for me, and a slightly more private online environment (like Facebook) seems a better place to share the “bloggy” topics I used to share here all the time. If you’re still reading, then thanks! Stay signed up, but don’t hold your breath. If you want to see me doing my thing, the better place to check is always Flickr. My photostream is how I communicate to the world now. I tend to save my writing for reports. But like I said, if I have something to say, I’ll be back around. As with most things, my output comes in waves, and right now, it’s ebb-time!

One more follow-up thought: I have some wonderful people in my life. Jake’s planning and generosity this weekend knocked me off my feet. Shannon and Brian are awesome as always (and not just because of Ham Dip, Beer, and DJing). My friends who came are awesome. Lalitree made me Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies. Pamela gave me the prettiest necklace and took a buzillion awesome pictures. Holden gave me a fun quad camera – the REAL kind that uses film. Robert and Elise got a babysitter and made the trek from Durham. Jake’s parents, Nancy and Barry, opened up their home and put on the charm. I could go on and on, but the more I go on, the more I need to talk about every single guest, and I’m sure you’re already bored by now! I am a lucky, lucky woman!

In 1975, a woman named Gloria participated in therapy with three giants in the field of Psychology: Carl Rogers (Person-centered psychotherapy), Albert Ellis (Rational emotive therapy), and my absolute favorite, Frederick Perls (Gestalt therapy). Here are the three videos Glroria made with Perls. Everyone who’s trained as a psychologist had to watch these in grad school. I was just thinking about them yesterday. It’s really fascinating stuff. Perls is the kind of guy who could drive anyone nuts, but in the end, you love him because you realize that his bizarro approach really helps.

I always thought the reason I hated the Neti Pot so much related to a simple fact: I am a total wuss. I always say that it feels like waterboarding.

Watching this video, I think it’s more complicated. I have a deviated septum. I noticed that my nostrils were very different in size during college, but I never thought much of it. I think it was when Jennifer Aniston got surgery for a deviated septum a few years ago that I wondered if I should care. The rumor was that she’d had a “nosejob,” but her nose didn’t look any different afterwards. She’d cited a deviated septum as the reason for the surgery. Anyway, about a year ago, I tried the Neti Pot, since everyone seemed to think it was the best thing ever. When I’ve tried it, it’s been torture because I’ll pour all the saline water into one nostril, but it doesn’t come out the other side. I am standing there leaning over the sink, my eyes are turning redder and redder, my sinuses are burning, and all this liquid is trapped in my head. I stand there as long as I can stand it. I might get a drip or two out the other nostril, but no lovely stream of saline like in the video. I’m thinking maybe I should look into this deviated septum situation. I was just reading the Wikipedia article about it, and it says that it’s often a result of birth trauma – of which I had a TONS. I have a foot lodge into my face when I was born. I think this explains a lot. Only took 39 years to work it all out.

I think I’m out on the Neti Pot until I talk to a real doctor about my deviated septum and about my allergies, which seem to get worse every year.