Außerdem möchte ich sämtlichen Kleidungsherstellern dieser Welt mal auf diesem Wege mitteilen, dass sie mich mal kreuzweise am Arsch lecken können. Liebe Leute, ich bin nun mal NICHT mit eurem Scheiß konform, und ich sehe auch wirklich nicht ein, warum es Hosen geben muss, in deren Beine ich gerade mal mit meinem Arm reinpasse und warum bei Haundem über der Kasse Bilder mit offensichtlich magersüchtigen Models hängen. For fuck's sake, nobody is born with looks like this!!!

Direkt: Jack Conte - Push

Scheißtag. Welt, geh sterben!

Sono in vacanza. Prendo un volo low cost per Barcellona. Curiosamente il bagaglio viene riconsegnato in un terminal differente da quello di arrivo (gli aeroporti sono perennemente in costruzione, come una volta le cattedrali). Le spiegazioni non sono chiare e ci troviamo al di fuori della zona "di sicurezza". Quindi ci tocca, per ritirare il bagaglio, sottoporci di nuovo ai controlli di polizia: via cintura orologio oggetti metallici telefonino; laptop e liquidi in bella vista eccetera. Una seccatura. Sbuffo.

"Stanco?", mi fa in italiano il poliziotto.

"No, ma tutta questa trafila per recuperare il mio bagaglio è una scocciatura".

"Sì" fa lui. "Ve la facciamo pagare perché avete votato Berlusconi".

"Ma io non l'ho votato!" protesto.

"Dite tutti così. Nessuno ammette di averlo votato, ma ha avuto la maggioranza".

Fine della storiella. E vi rigiuro: tutto vero, nei minimi dettagli.

Forse perché le famose corna le fece qui in Spagna?

*hust*

Hab ich außerdem schon erwähnt, dass ich krank bin? Ich bin unleidlich, wenn ich krank bin. Und ich bin noch viel unleidlicher, wenn ich krank bin und keiner da ist, der mich betüddelt. Gnaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Und deswegen werde ich mir jetzt erst einmal noch eine Folge Futurama reinziehen. So.

*schnief*

1) İki aday da bizim halk arasında Demirel becerisi dediğimiz, çok şey söyleyip bişey söylememe, sorulara yanıt vermeme sanatını başarıyla icra etti. Özellikle bu beceride bir ay içinde uzmanlaşan Palin'i kutluyorum.

2) İki aday da İsrail'i o kadar çok, o kadar çok seviyolar ki! Can ciğer kuzu sarması kıvamındalar. Vallahi duydum I love Israel dedi adamlar, Allah mesut etsin.

3) Palin, Bush'un salak telaffuzlarını benimsemiş. Nükliır yerine nüküır, Iran yerine Ayren, Irak yerine Ayrek. İçimdeki uluslararası ilişkilerci için bunlar tırnakların kara tahtaya sürtünmesi hissi uyandırıyor (fena oldunuz di mi, işte okuyucuya böyle empati kurdururum).

4) Palin'in favori konusu enerji. Nerdeyse eşcinsel evlilik sorusuna bile Alaska ve enerji politikalarıyla cevap verecekti. Geleceğin siyasetçilerine ders: sorulan zor sorulara kendi sevdiğiniz ve konuyla alakasız bi temayla cevap verebilirsiniz.

5) Biden'ın mesajı: Bu McCaın Bush'un devamı, seçmeyin bunları, 1932'den beri kullandığınız en önemli oy (kim o zaman 18 yaşındaydı da oy kullandı ve şimdi tekrar kullanacak?). Palin'in mesajı: McCain ve ben kendi partimizin içindeki asi çocuklarız, vergilerinizi de indiricez, Obama da zaten sevmiyo Amerika'yı.

6) Palin ekonomiyle ilgili konularda popülist bi söylem tutturarrak çok puan topladı. Ama sorular dış politika ve Irak'a gelince gümledi.

7) Sıradan Amerikalıyla temas şu sözlerle sağlandı:

Biden: Ben Home Depot'dan (Praktiker tarzı bi mağaza) çıkmam, ayın sonunun nasıl zor geldiğini de bilirim, erkeğim diye tek başına çocuk yetiştirmenin ne olduğunu bilmiyor muyum yani? snıf snıf (sanırım kendisi eşini bi kazada kaybetmiş)

Palin: Ben de sizin gibi çok çocuklu bi hokey annesiyim (Amerikan dilinde bi tabir hockey mom, çocuklarını spor atremanlarına taşıyan, evhanımı anne), mutfak masasında yapılan hesapları bilirim, Wasilla'nın ruhunu Washington'a taşıyacağım (Wasilla, Alaska'daki kendi kenti).

8) Birisi eline makası alıp Palin'in kahküllerini biraz kırpsa çok makbule geçecek, gözlerine girdi.

9) Palin direkt kameraya yani bize baktı, Biden tartışma yöneticisine.

10) Tartışma yöneticisi abuk sabuk sorular sordu: en zayıf noktanız ne? Biden: işime tutkuyla bağlı olmam. Palin: ....

Bu tartışmaya belli bi fikirle gelenlerin fikirleri değişmedi bence. Kararsızlarsa kararlarını Obama ve McCain'i karşılaştırarark verecekler. Yani çok bi işe yaramadı, sadece tartışma sonrası Palin'e düzülen övgülerden beklentileri düşürmenin ne kadar iyi bi başarı taktiği olduğunu öğrendik. 

Böyle eleştiriler yaparak ayrımcı davranmış mı oluyorum? Sanmam. Ben asla kadın bi politikacının erkek gibi davranması gerektiğini düşünmüyorum. Tabii ki güzel giyinebilir, gülümseyebilir. Ama böyle cüreti birikiminden çok kadınların politikada yer alması bence geri kalanlarımızın üzerine bi etket vuruyor, şirine olmadan güç odaklarına kadınların gelemeyeceği fikrini besliyor.

Galiba en kötüsü de Palin gidecek gibi görünmüyor. Bu seçimi kaybetse bile 2012'de karşımıza Cumhuriyetçi Parti aday adayı olarak çıkacağı kesin. Off of.

To me, it's not just good etiquette, I can't understand why anyone would choose the middle cubicle unless necessary.
Do certain people crave the closeness of others while doing their business or (no excuse for the pun) do they just not give a shit?

Eppure, come amministratore di questo blog, ho un potere di censura. Limitato: la prima volta che qualcuno vuole commentare, deve avere la mia autorizzazione; poi può commentare tutte le volte che vuole. Ma forse ancora più odioso, perché in questo modo censuro le persone, e non le singole opinioni.

Brutta cosa. Eppure oggi, standoci un po' male perché è contro i miei principi, l'ho fatto. Una testa di cazzo, di cui ho già cancellato dalla mente nome e indirizzo email, ha propugnato la reintroduzione della ghigliottina.

In realtà mi ero già chiesto – dato l'elevato numero di visite alla pagina – se qualcuno non ci andasse per morbosità. Ma mica posso fare da balia a tutti gli imbecilli del mondo. Ma il commento di oggi era particolarmente odioso. Perché questo è un paese che diventa ogni giorno più fascista. Non solo in chi lo governa, ma anche negli elettori e nella ggente. E la proposta di reintroduzione della ghigliottina è particolarmente odiosa, quando l'ultima persona a essere ucciusa in questo modo fu un immigrato tunisino. E perché è di queste ore la notizia del ragazzo ghanese massacrato di botte dai vigili urbani di Parma (vedete che l'esercito non serve, bastano i "miti" vigili urbani).

Questa è l'Italia che vogliamo? Un sogno o un incubo?

Ci stiamo facendo l'abitudine?

Quanto al video che segue, vi invito a leggere su youTube i commenti. Siamo a un punto di minimo. siamo un paese razzista e violento.

Works real good - pretty tiny but works well.

Apart from the wireless. It's very slow if it does work (which is about 20% of the time). Luckily I have an external USB one which I'm using ATM.

C'est grand format, c'est plein d'images un peu hétéroclites, mais la bonne surprise, c'est que c'est surtout très complet. Non content d'offrir un panorama historique, ce livre aborde aussi le sujet de l'entretien, des débats autour de certaines pièces (pantalon et corset surtout), de l'érotisme et des dessous "de séduction", et ce que j'ai trouvé le plus intéressant, de l'économie de la lingerie aujourd'hui, comment et où elle se fabrique, la situation du marché etc., avec une interview très éclairante d'un industriel de la dentelle de Calais par exemple. Je regrette juste un peu, comme je l'ai dit, le choix et surtout l'agencement des photos, qui n'ont souvent aucun rapport avec le texte de la page d'à côté et semblent avoir été insérées là où il y avait de la place, sans recherche de vraie cohérence. Et puis, mais c'est sans doute dû à des problèmes de droits de reproduction, la domination écrasante de certaines marques : Chantal Thomass à 80 %, Axfords pour tous les corsets modernes (alors que franchement, ce n'est pas le top à mon avis)...

Une petite sélection d'images quand même, parmi celles qui m'ont plu indépendamment de leur position :

1. Mosaïque de la Villa de Piazza Armerina, 400-300 av. JC. - 2. Affiche DD et bas brodés (j'adooore). - 3. Yva Richard, Bouclette et son corset, vers 1925. - 4. Affiche vers 1900. - 5. Fabrique de crinolines : la pose des cerceaux. - 6. Couverture de livre, 1923. - 7. "La Belle Matineuse", 1914. - 8. Annonce de presse "Scandale" vers 1950.

Et pour finir, une petite réflexion un peu brute, inspirée par des propos lus sur Internet, à propos du corset, qui en exagérant les courbes féminines serait antiféministe, puisqu'il soumettrait, sans égard pour son confort, la femme à des critères de beauté dictés par les hommes. Je vais m'aventurer là sur un terrain glissant. Mais personnellement, je ne vois pas en quoi il serait "mal" de vouloir susciter le désir masculin (ou féminin d'ailleurs). Le désir... c'est un peu le piment de la vie, non ? Même s'il ne se concrétise pas, même si c'est juste un regard appréciateur et un sourire, et encore plus quand c'est le grand frisson. Je n'aurais pas envie de mener une vie sans désir (même s'il est évident qu'il y a aussi des moments où chercher à le susciter serait inapproprié : je ne me pointerais pas au bureau encorsettée !), et je vois l'homme plus comme un partenaire dans ce jeu que comme un adversaire à vaincre. Je mets un corset, lui entretient son corps pour le garder mince et musclé : personne ne s'indigne qu'il se soumette aux attentes féminines en matière de beauté mâle ! Je porte corsets, lingerie fine, bas ou vêtements "féminins" d'abord pour moi, pour me sentir belle dedans... mais mon miroir, celui dans lequel je me vois belle et séduisante, c'est lui. Le féminisme, c'est dans le reste de ma vie qu'il s'exprime.

J'ai l'impression, de façon générale, que dans notre société "libérée", les femmes continuent à avoir beaucoup de mal avec le désir, que ce soit le leur ou celui des autres. Et je me demande si ce n'est pas là aussi l'origine de toute cette tendance femme-enfant, avec les robes baby-doll, les accessoires de petite fille, Alice au Pays des Merveilles et Virgin Suicides. D'ailleurs, dans Virgin Suicides, si je me souviens bien, c'est l'irruption du désir dans la vie des filles Lisbon qui finit par les tuer. Quand on reste enfantine, on n'a pas à s'occuper du désir. Ou au moins on peut chantonner, comme Alizée, que "c'est pas ma faute à moi".

]]> http://undercoverslut2008.wordpress.com/?p=74 Fri, 26 Sep 2008 01:48:07 +0000 undercoverslut2008 http://undercoverslut2008.fr.wordpress.com/2008/09/26/i-miss/ So I relapsed...big surprise there...I just have to be careful not to go overboard with this...but the real reason for this post...

Sometimes I miss being single.  I never had to worry about arguing over stupid things like missing a phone call/text/im message.  Or how I smoke...Jesus fucking christ I love the guy but holy fuck...Really...you knew I smoked.  I've never really kept that a secret because from time to time I enjoy smoking (especially when I'm drunk of my ass...I smoke like a chimney).  Now that I'm feeling...frustrated...I'm smoking a bit more now than I was when I first met him.  Instead of saying "Oh as long as you don't do it in front of me I'm fine" and that crap and then get mad when you see a pack why not try telling the truth for fucks sake.  God and my bad if while I'm putting music on my phone and it disables my phone calls that I miss your calls well shit first off you're phones off and we're communicating via yahoo messenger.  My bad that I thought you were going to message me like you have been for the past couple of weeks...I don't get it.  It's not that big of a deal.  I don't understand if its not a big issue or an emergency than what? I don't throw bitch fits when you don't answer (and there were times you haven't AND don't return my phone calls) and I don't want to throw fits like that because it makes me look silly and psycho (or at least I think so...).  I'm not a control freak...ok over my things yes.  But you're up to you own device.  I don't expect you to be with me all the friggin time (just a fair amount).  I sure as hell don't expect these little tantrums...they only add on to more anxiety to what I'm feeling now...so we shall see (and you somehow still manage to come over later...oh lord I'm fucking silly)...

Some of you may have already read my old When is a facelight not a facelight? post. This one continues from that (and don't worry; the freebie post I was at this place to make will follow shortly) and it's a plea to everyone, in simple words: DON'T OVERDO IT!

So, someone landed close to me (not a newbie; this avatar was over a year old), and out of the corner of my eye, I saw sparklies:

These were no ordinary sparklies, though. For one thing, they were vicious. Not for this glitter-lovin' lady the gentle *bling* *bling* or the subtle *plink* of occasional glimmerybits. Nope. This was full-on, eyeball-assaulting *WHAM!* *BAM!* with each bling script set to repeat as fast as possible. Ever tried to take a screenshot of someone wearing bling items, and ended up having to take several pics before the screenshot didn't capture the bling every time? No such problems here; it was that continual.

But it gets worse...

This lady lit up the entire area.

Ah, Windlight, you cause us many problems. Many of us that do wear facelights eventually find one that's subtle and just adds enough to our skins to enhance them. Whereas others wear enough light-emitting items to them into a beacon that could guide shipping in at night:

Now. The facelight that this lady is wearing is a freebie, available at this location. I snagged it and tried it on. There are three versions: facelight only, face and back, and face and body. Much of what you see in the next image is from that facelight set: the three smaller circular lights, and the large half-sphere above her. This is the face and body light set, and comprises four light-emitting prims. She is also wearing one other, enormous, light-emitting prim in front of her. That makes five 'local lights' she's wearing. The total amount of local lights that can be in any one area is six. So that's one other local light available for anyone else to use. This lady is hogging four-fifths of the available local light. Put her into a dark sim, or somewhere that has lighting especially set by the build's creator, and it would be ruined.

I've pixellated her face, to save her blushes:

Bling, and a billion lights. Please, just... DON'T OVERDO IT.

Bakınız geçenlerde Kaliforniya'da bi tren kazası oldu. İki tren kafa kafaya çarpıştı onlarca insan öldü. Ertesi gün olayın nedenleri deşilirken Kaliforniya tren yolları idaresi başkanının ilk yaptığı açıklama trenlerden birinin makinistinin hatalı olduğu ve kendisinin hemen istifa edeceği yönündeydi. O başkanı henüz suçlayan, sorgulayan yoktu ama denetleme yapılsın diye ilk iş, prensip olarak istifa etti kadın.

Şimdi bunu alın bizdeki tren faciasıyla karşılaştırın. Kabak nasıl da makinistlerin başına patlamıştı, baştakiler nasıl da asla ve asla istifa etmemişlerdi, her türlü olası teknik sorun kafadan nasıl da inkar edilmişti. Şimdi de benzeri bir inkar mekanizması ve kapasite eksikliği bebek ölümleriyle ortaya çıkıyor. Deniyor ki, enfeksiyon her yerde olabilir, bu bebek ölümleri her yerde olabilir. Öyle mi? Peki neden özellikle bu hastanelerde oluyor? Ama bunlar prematüre doğumlar deniyor. Kapasitesi zayıf devlet kurumları refleks olarak, olaydaki dahlini inkar ediyor ve olanları normalleştirmeye çalışıyor. Hayır, bir günde 19 bebenin ölmesi, bunun son üç yıldaki bilmemkaçıncı benzeri olay olması normal değildir. Normalleştirerek vatandaş olarak devleti sorgulamamız önlenmeye çalışılıyor. Olanlarda şöyle bir neden-sonuç ilişkisi var. Türkiye'de son dönemde ekonomi iyiye gitti, tüp bebek gibi yöntemlerin de fiyatları nispeten ucuzladı. Böyle gebelikler genelde çoğul ve/veya riskli olduğundan prematüre doğumlar arttı. Ancak herkesin patır patır üç çocuk doğurmasının beklendiği ülkemizde sağlık hizmetleri bu yenidoğan sayısını karşılayacak güçte değil. Bu nedenle doğumhaneler doldu, hasta başına düşen doktor ve hemşire sayıları azaldı. Bu insanlar ellerinden geleni yapsalar da enfeksiyon  vakaları daha sık görülmeye ve daha çok can almaya başladı. Ben bu teori doğru mu bilmiyorum. Ama kapasitesi yüksek bi devletin ilk refleksinin bu teoriyi araştıracak komisyonlar kurmak olacağını, bu kriz çıkmışken görevde bulunanların soruşturmanın selameti için istifa edeceklerini, böyle durumların tekrar ortaya çıkmaması için çeşitli düzenlemelerin yapılacağını biliyorum. Sorun, ne yazık ki partilerüstü bir devlet geleneği sorunu. Olansa o minicik bebeklere oluyor...

It's all natural to me because I grew up in a car-centric family. When I was four or five my grandad bought a vintage Rover. It was a big white crock and it was to be a restoration job. I was actively afraid of it. It was parked at the front of the house for a few weeks - during which time crossing the garden meant forcing somebody to hold my hand and running very fast. It was then taken away for the big do-up and came back weeks later, polished and perfected and sprayed British Racing Green (a lovely colour). I came to like it.

When I got my own car, I discovered that I was good at the theory but utterly insane at the practice. I played unintentional chicken with people - and won purely out of a complete lack of awareness as to how far out in the road I actually was. I reversed (and still reverse) like a blind monkey. I stalled faster than the economy and with even less warning. I was, in a word, ridiculous - and I'll never be a natural driver. My limbs don't like working in tandem. My brain, however, fully comprehends driving and cars. The theory makes sense. This is why I hate car books for women.

Look at it there, with its insipid pink cover. Ugh.

I don't hate it because it tells people how to look after their cars or because the information inside is wrong or poorly written, not at all. I hate it because of the presumption. Now, I know lots of girls who couldn't be trusted to put on their own seatbelt without help - but I also know plenty who are slicker than your average with their set of wheels. Couple that with the fact that I have male friends who'd rather take the bus for the rest of their lives than get oil on their hands, and it ain't hard to be slightly miffed.

Not knowing much about cars probably used to be a girl thing - but really isn't anymore. Most houses are two-car households. At very least, they're one-car households with two drivers if there's a car at all. In 2008 (Ms Danielle McCormick, are ya listening?) not knowing about cars is just something that happens when you aren't exposed to popped bonnets every Saturday because you're not from a family where that's a thing that you do. It's okay...don't be ashamed...perhaps your Dad went flyfishing or hunting. Perhaps you can spot a salmon at twenty paces, you talented devil you (I'm reaching here....I haven't a clue what actually happenes on a fishing trip).

Now maybe boys are more predisposed to look up the ins and outs of vehicular wonder when they don't know about it, because they have some sort of man gene that directs them toward all things fast and grimy. But alls I'm saying is, that book does not need it's pink cover and its pink mini and it's girlie girl with a seam of the back of her tights (jaysus, btw). Yes, it's a particular angle and a selling point to people who don't trust books unless they're shiny with lots of images and big lettering.... but it furthers a stance. Yeah, women don't know about cars, good one, I'll remember that - that sort of thing. It's just flamin' annoying. There are plenty of male drivers going around who couldn't check their oil because they couldn't get through a sentence about a bend in their rod without screaming in terror. Just call it Essential Car Care for People Who Don't Car Care Good and Want to Learn to Do Other Car Stuff Good Too....which is what it is. Stop making people think that a lack of knowledge of what the thread depth of tyres should be is something to do with boobs or ovaries.

Do you know why Danielle wrote the book? When she was 17 she got her first car, drove around happy as you like....and never checked the oil or coolant until the day smoke started coming out of the engine and it clapped out. That's just stupid. In fairness though, neither her boyfriend nor her Dad thought to tell her to either. Perhaps they don't love her, perhaps they didn't know themselves - neither is a good reason, the latter seems to prove a point.

Insipid pink book, you make me very sad.

"ok so im going to a new school and it sucks is ok"

i really dont like it as much as buist! (not trying to offend any of you prepers(kids from mason prep) )

but the buisties (kids from buist) RULE!

the spanish teacher is horrible stupid retarted  when it comes to spanish

the math teacher is moodie

the science teacher is preppie (and all you buist kids know how i hate preppy!!!!)

and it all just suck like #$@#

except for all of the friends i made who r tottally coolio!

well im srry for all the people who i offended but heres who i got to say to ya

deal with it and go cry to yo mama becouse guess what its my like and i really hate my life right now so go #$!@ off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (not joking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Mehed peavad olema "normaalsed" ja naised "seksikad". Mhmh.

Naised hindavad tarkust ja edu, mehed ilu ja hoolitsetust.

Uuuh. Ma keen kohe üle.

Tra.

Nii, et naine võib aga olla loll nagu lauajalg ja tige kui herilane, aga põhiline, et päris kirvenägu poleks ja et aeroobikas ja ilusalongis käiks.

Ja mees võib olla hoolimatu ja raske rusikaga värdjamoll, aga põhiline, et trofeenaisest targem (wow, how hard could that be...) ja direktor.

Normaalne.

Tra, mis aastas me elame? 1950?

Stop the oppression.

I have always been convinced there was something wrong with Britain.  Possibly because my memory begins right after the dignified and unnecessary resignation of Margaret Thatcher.  But this train journey I am making highlights it somewhat.

Yesterday I decided I had to go to London today.  I had known for a while I would be making a trip to see friends and that it would be on fairly short notice.  So I instantly checked National Express, Megabus and then, cue dramatic music, nationrail.co.uk.  National Express wanted to rob me blind for a journey of horrific length.  I can fly to Toronto and get through customs by the time their bus reaches London.  Megabus had stupid times and their website kept crashing.  So I checked the train.  I wanted to leave Carlisle before lunch so I checked the fares before then, a large box appeared up top saying "Cheapest fare: Fifty pounds fifteen pence."  But I couldn't see it on the table below.  Very perturbing.  All the prices there were sixty pounds and up.  So I clicked on this cheap fare and it turns out that it's first class.

So if you want to travel to London before bloody lunchtime it's cheaper to travel First Class than Standard.  Beardy Branson, who is running your company?!

And so, I write this in the First Class carriage (one of many) on the 1050 train to London - only two stops so it will only take three and a quarter hours.  It takes me nearly that long to get from Carlisle to Leeds!  And First Class is marvellous, there's no doubt about it.  The decor leaves alot to be desired (I went in first class fifteen years ago on the old intercity trains - I thought them stuffy then but I appreciate their stuffed seats now!), but the service is excellent.  Two hours into the journey I have had an English breakfast (exquisite!), a chicken sandwich, two coffees, pretzels and - most importantly - a gin & tonic (my first in months).  And all for free.  And there's probably some poor doofus in the rear of the train suffering with his horribly expensive W.H. Smith sandwich and Virgin cola drink.  Very sad.

However, I still can't appreciate the polar difference between the two classes, and the fact that my ticket is cheaper.  Ah well, the gin will make the indignation go away.  Stewardess!

Mitte, et ma tahaksin päris-vägistamise pilti näha. Aga kamoon, mannekeeni alumine ots põõsas ei ole vastavuses pildiallkirjaga "Vägistamine".

There is now a group of people (gathered from different internet forums) who are in the midst of pursuing a legal case against TS, to demand for compensation/refunds. Currently it costs less than $50 per participant. The more participants there are, the cheaper it'll be per person. If you're interested, please email to dotdotdot26@yahoo.com for more details.

*update: someone took over my package, so I'll no longer be participating in the above. But for those who are keen on it, please email to the address given and she'll provide you with the details.

I bring this all up because of my involvement in the Irvington Music Festival coming up in Oct. It's more Handel - Acis and Galatea - and since I'm now the newest first tenor (I am hoping to have it marked as contralto in the program) it looks like I'll be back in the khakis and busting out the duct tape again. I have about a month to learn the chorus bits. That in and of itself isn't a problem, but if you factor in the fact that I know another part which is very close as far as range, then it gets harder. Oh, this little change also comes with a place in a smaller ensemble piece - the only first tenor (now known as contralto). Fun, fun.