Something to Punder

So I love puns and I never miss an opportunity to make one, even in French, like I did yesterday in class. And in case you don't know, I even have an entire Twitter account dedicated to punny boat names:

http://twitter.com/LetsNameBoats

Anyway, today in class during the break right before our test we were talking about this bar Pop-In which is near Popincourt. Pun, okay, fine. After talking about this particular pun in more detail, someone posed this question: Do puns exist in nature, even when not recognized?That is just the kind of question I love to ponder and discuss, so I tried to keep the conversation going.

Most agreed that puns exist in nature, I was the only one who eventually disagreed, and so I eventually gave up because I couldn't deal with what was growing to be not discussion, but argument. In thinking about it more today (and getting a little worked up about it during my test), I am positive I am correct.

Puns do not exist in nature if not recognized by humans.

A pun must have intention. Most of the time puns are supposed to be funny or to make one ponder. A pun is literally a play on words and 'to play' is an action. That means there is inherently intention behind it. A pun is a concept, an idea, something entirely created. The same can be said of written language in general, and without language, alas, no puns.

Someone very aggressively asked me if before humans discovered the liver, if it meant we did not have a liver. This is when I decided to concede, because the argument is entirely different. A liver is physical, a pun is conceptual.

We could get really messy and start to talk about metaphysics, but do we really want to in a blog post? I sure don't.

The Opera

Tonight was my first opera. I have a wonderful roommate Molly, whose grandfather was in town for a few days and refers to opera as "the highest form of art." He treated us to The Barber of Seville at the Opéra Bastille. It was a totally new experience for me, for many reasons. The pressure of being a part of such an audience is immense. First of all, we were Americans in France seeing an Italian opera that is set in Spain.I understand none of those things, except mainly how to be American. Luckily I read a plot synopsis before I went.

In my opinion opera culture is a different world. I am not going to say it is a lost art, but it most definitely one which has it's niche market. As much as theatre is not an art form for the masses anymore, opera is even more so. I hear about little new opera, everything seems to be classics in repertoire. Not to say that is a bad thing. When that famous overture started tonight I got chills. The amazing recognition I have for these pieces, never even having seen any is amazing. But as I was sitting there watching this piece of art from 1816, I wondered what makes an opera popular and lasting.

I think the opulence of the art form has a great deal to do with its reputation. Even at the point where I gave up trying to read the french subtitles and abandoned the story, I was amazed by the sets and costumes and grandeur (confidence?) of the actors. When Rosina tore apart her guardian's room in a fit of fury, it was too long, felt to calculated and just seemed absolutely ridiculous. But what made me lean forward was this performer's total devotion and non-doubting attitude that it just HAD to be done.

I will say, I think that this production tried to do some different

things, even though we didn't understand it. Though it was set in 1400 moorish Spain, at the end the main character tore off his jacket and had on a modern soccer jersey. He was tossed a ball by a chorus person and fumbled with his opera singer feet to try handle it. Funny and I am guessing referential. If only us Americans new anything about all of Spanish history, especially current 'football' news.

I have class early tomorrow, but there is more about the night that I must get to! Goodnight!