Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Being in like seems to go hand-in-hand with being in fear. So crazy, crazy. Fear that he won't like me as much? Will dump me? Will find out I like him and run away? Arggggghhh! How many years since I left high school? Am I really writing my first name and his last on my school folder?
Why does even admission of like seem to be a handing over of valuable power rather than the greatest gift on earth? Is this stage of dating an emotional stare down with whomever blinks not the seducer, but the weak prey to be soon discarded? Do I want him to fix me? To "complete" me? Boy, I hope not. Do I want him to patch me up a bit with gaffer's tape and fill in a few of the gaps with an oil pencil? Okay, that would be fine. Great, in fact. Oh, oh, a little to the left... There. Ahhhhhhh.
I just want some of that no-nonsense, against-all-logic Palin confidence in this arena. ie Of course he likes me! Who wouldn't? I am tall, faultlessly handsome, impossibly charming, about to land a really huge position and I have a size 13 shoe. That sort of thing.
Instead there is the creepy: I am post-lanky, unemployed and I rush my movements on the bagpipes. What a loser!
So today I end the month meeting him at the movies. It is dark in there. The screen will do the talking. If his knee hits mine at any time it will mean that he wants to go CA to get married by a lesbian shaman and I will have security.
His knee never frayed my jeans. Yet he said I was really handsome. And he wants me to meet him at his work when I am in that area of town. I could be in that area tomorrow? How's that? Are you excited about that? No tell me in 5 different languages and write it the sky so I am certain.
Nothing is less attractive than a needy, panting, leg-humping mutt.
So I play it cool. See ya. Yep see ya. Me too. Yep. Sleep well. Yep. You too. See ya.
Shoulders back. Don't look back. Let him see you check your phone like you got something going on. Coooooool Exxxxxxcelllent.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Let's just cut to the chase. Today it is PISSING rain. It looks like a simulation tank for playing in Scotland. Wet, wet, wet. We head to the field for two more contest, but this time with Inverness capes on.
It would have been a total groundhog day of yesterday except the grass is turning to mud and it is generally as comfortable as putting on a wet bathing suit. Blecch.
One drowned, but happy, rat.
By the time we are tuned up and reading to march into formation in front of the judges for our first contest of the day it is LASHING rain. We are out there in capes, but my glen and my arms are soaked. Why not just enter a tug-o-war event on the muddy field afterwards? We couldn't get any filthier. It is a laundry commercial out there now.
Huddled under one of the marquee tents we wait. The whole rest of the day including our last contest is cancelled. Time to get out of muddy, wet stinky wool and pack it away.
I had this brill idea to make lemonade out of the day and asked someone to shoot "publicity stills" of me that I can use to start a piping business in Manhattan. She did a great job, but I forgot to tie my tie!!! Argggghhh!
Kenny and me. Many years, Many stories.
Oh, but the whole point of the title of this entry is nothing about piping or Pennsylvannia, etc. It is about today I have lived in New York for one year. That is something, eh? And I am still happy here. I am still engaged here. I love it here. I look forward to year two.
Since I am in PA and in pipes, maybe I will blog my thoughts about this tomorrow.
I went over Ron's tonight to celebrate. That was good and wise. I have to say that there is a whole OTHER blog I could write about life outside the Manhattan bubble for me. Esp. during these polarizing times. Ohmmmmmm.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Irish dancers have way bigger hair back here! Yikes. I wish you could see it up close. Downright flamable!
Brian and TommyFlo's dad buys her a beer. He was a proud pappa and rightfully so. She played great.Megan, Margaret, Pat and Eddie at concert.
When Brian rescues a stranger's sandal from hight atop the jumbo tent, it is time to go home. A whole story in itself.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Today in honor of Eileen and Luv I am heading to Bethlehem (birthplace of Jesus who is generally used today as a weapon), PA (birthday place of a lot of good founding father writings. that are generally ignored today) to play in the Celtic Classic bagpipe competition with the band.
We are staying here at the swank Comfort Inn. I really should not mock because it is truly really perfectly fine and it is clean and comfortable. AND it has a waffle maker.
I drove through with Eddie and Tex (Dan) and we made excellent time. We got in around 10:30pm. The group was watching the debate. It was not what I expected from this crowd and I felt a little removed politically. Yikes. Pipe Bands have always been Democrats! Think about it. I am not saying everyone is Republican, but, well, I can't discuss it. The Dems have lost touch with the pipe band vote I guess. Yikes.
Straight guys like Sarah Palin.
I just have to go to sleep now.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
DUMBO. Manhattan Bridge - so real it looks movie-set phoney!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
I puttered in the morning. Went to the gym. Ran errands and went to band practice tonight. I am flat out.
It is exhausting filling in time. I have plenty to do. Organizing is key to living life. I think I will fall over dead from organizing. While others may be doing that dream trip to Tanzania, I will be festering in my one room feeling guilty because the drawers are a mess.
I truly have this feeling that ONCE "I have all my papers, socks, books, files..." in order THEN I will begin to REALLY something. Really figure out what I want to do? Really start living? Really entertain? Really get those abs of steel to match the buns?
It is all hogwash. Truly and REALLY.
I live my life AS I organize. Yes, it would be great to have everything in order, but if I look around, I am functioning. I do not have stacks of newspapers with cats resting atop and an array of floral house dresses. I have a tidy flat and I go to the gym and socialize and I just hosted a brunch!
So time now is to GET TO IT. I am organized for now. NOW I need to MOBILIZE!
Did I just write this whole thing for me and foist it on you?
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The two circled are 2 of the 4 stars of "[title of show]" that I saw recently. The guy is also one of the creators. They were all really good.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Now I may have been out in the Hamptons, but I was there because I had no job to go to. "Save-A-Blade" may just be the answer to my prayers. If I saved 1000s of dollars on razor blades I could go to the opera, buy more produce, throw more dinner parties and get a personal trainer. Who needs employment right away when you have "Save-A-Blade"? That was my thinking.
I had been down this path before, meaning getting seduced by the huckster on TV, but I have never been able to reap the rewards because I didn't call. I am still smarting from not listening to Christie Brinkley years ago with some teeth whitening product she was flogging on television. All those stained years when I could have been in a relationship and driving a Ferrari instead of covering my mouth and ducking into doorways.
NOT THIS TIME, MAN! I am dialing. As I got up from my chair, I heard the "But WAIT!" part of the pitch. "Save-A-Blade" normally cost 10 million dollars, but if you dial RIGHT NOW, it will be only $19.99. I quickly did the math. That was a $9, 999,980.01 savings. I got my credit card out when I heard the "AND...." And, I could get AB-SO-LUTELY FREEEEE a whole big ass personal hygiene nail clippery, filey, scissory kit for nothing. Nothing will buy you at least a time share somewhere, no? The savings were staggering. I would not have to find work for a year at this rate. What fool would stay in his chair now?
I spent the next 37 minutes on the phone with a recorded voice entering all sorts of personal info to some company called Exceptional Products in Texas. No doubt some right wing conspiracy front. Soon my parents' bodies will be exhumed and my siblings hauled off to jail so I can have some extra green.
To get my FREE personal hygiene kit I would have to pay almost what is cost for the "Save-A-Blade" in shipping, but I was already millions of dollars in the black. What the hay. So for a total of $33.89 I would be the proud owner of more shit in my life. Yay.
I had come back from the Hamptons, been to events, started dating, job interviews, got a freelance job, had my first Zumba class, and had consumed loads of dollars in expensive 5 bladed blades that made my face as smooth as a baby's behind [whose one parent was descended from a piece of sandpaper -I am a terrible shaver.] and had forgotten all about this gizmo of glory.
It arrived today. All the way from China via Texas (enter conspiracy theory here.) I am delighted even though I have not yet tried it. I will be able to put a down payment on an apartment soon I can feel it. In my face I can feel it. And the personal hygiene kit has more brushes and pluckers than backstage at La Cage Aux Folles.
I am all set for something with this razor sharpener and all these brushes and pluckers.
I think it is called drag.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
What another fantastic bloody day! I am serious. If this keeps up I just may implode.
I sat at my desk and drank coffee and made some solid job hunting inroads. (Heavily into "get into the solution, stay out of the results" lately.) I then practiced my bagpipe music with a metronome. The metronome and I have not become lovers yet and one of us in sometime not in synch with the other. (Metronomes can be fickle lovers is my theory.)
I then had lunch with John Fitzgerald of DLT Entertainment. He is the co-chairman of the company and the nicest fellow. I met him on a BAFTA shoot her in the city. He and his company brought Benny Hill to the US and created and executive produced "Three's Company" based on the UK hit "Man About the House." A huge career in the UK and US and a lovely, lovely man.
And here is what was in their lobby when I arrived for our lunch! What a lovely touch, eh?
He took me to a swank Chinese restaurant and with enough tailored waiters to staff a cruise ship. I think I ate my Hunan lamb on china like it was the first meal I had in 3 weeks it was that good. John gave me some really good pointers and was very encouraging. I left like had three sessions of therapy and a good massage.
John Fitzgerald is fantastic.
I walked along 55 th and passed by Martha Stewart and Arianna Huffington within two blocks of each other. For some reason I was playing Christmas carols on my ipod and just loving the amazing weather and the stroll from East to West in Manhattan. It is a kaleidoscope of humanity. I slinked into the Park on 6th Ave and was listening to Bono belting out "the snow's coming down" when in fact people were still taking sun, but I didn't care I was flippin' happier than a happy cow. Ron called me and that just made it even better. Stop me if you dare, world kind of feeling. I need to bottle this for later injections.
I walked to my gym and phoned my pal Scott on the Left Coast. We blethered for a long while and it just makes my day when I speak with him. We are just good, good friends and I feel so blessed with that. I was in a such a good mood I decided to call him and say hello since he had been on my mind for days. Ta-dah! Excellent.
I went and grabbed a coffee and read my book in the park and then finally entered the gym for a good workout.
Now off to dinner with friends and a date.
Knock me over with a feather.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I am looking to redirect my career towards creative development in New Media (ie original or re-imagined content for the internet and mobile.) Sound hot, huh?
With thanks to Christopher Barry at Sundance Channel I attended "Digital Day" at the New York Television Festival. The panels were all about new media and how internet, mobile, etc influence and enhance TV. I went to a few cutting edge panels and thoroughly enjoyed it.
One panel : "New Storytellers: What Works on the Web" had Fred Seibert, my "seiber" mentor from Next New Networks. (Tip your waiters and link to those who help you!) As I mentioned before he got me to blog and soon to vlog and I want to learn more about new media from him. He and the rest of the panel were great and what is going on on-line is overwhelming in terms of keeping up with the programming. At least that is the way I feel.
Fred in all white tones and the rest of the panel.
I also went to a "Digital Brainstorm" where we from the audience and the professionals on stage had 15 minutes each to develop three transfers to web ideas like TV Dating shows, Conan On-Line and Creating a site for gathering conspiracy theories to make into a documentary series. It was a fun exercise to look at the endless possibilities.
Brainstorming session. No bad ideas, my ass?
I also got a call from the chairman of BAFTA EC inviting me to be on the Screening Committee! We are meeting on Monday. I really like her and the whole group there. This will be a great thing for me, I feel. I am on the TV committee as well. I want to work hard and make a difference here and they are such a welcoming bunch I look forward to doing that.
Then I got to meet my friend Ron in town to see "The Seagull" in previews. We had coffee and talked about life and love and the economy.
Then it was off to the gym for a latenight workout. Ohmmmmmm.
Tomorrow is a NEW day.
Monday, September 15, 2008
There are a lot of plaques in New York City on the sides of buildings where nothing famous happened or lived, but they are on the site of where something did. I always find that a stretch as I am an ooh/aahh, brick and mortar "THIS is the EXACT structure where...George Washington and Madonna danced and signed a few treaties over mead" kind of guy. I want the THING, not the airspace of the THING.
I digress. We had a great lunch and dessert and caught up and I am so glad she is doing well and looks great. I value her as a friend and she was one of the first to welcome me to New York City. We had brunch almost one year ago at a coffee shop where Jennifer Aniston ACTUALLY worked, NOT the site of where she worked, but the exact place. Burger tastes better.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
(Frank, Pat, Sean, Pat)
I have wanted to have them to brunch since the weather got nice. That was my VISION. Well the weather got nice a million years ago this summer and finally today I arranged to have them come to brunch at my Upper Westside pad with outdoor terrace that screams to be brunched upon. VISION only happens when you let others in on it and make it happen, I found out.
Now this is livin' : What a great time with food and friends. And a terrace in New York City. And bagels with all the fixin's.
My lovely houseguest and food assistant, Alexandra, resting from charming boys.
Alexandra and I put together a bagels and lox and fresh fruit and coffee and babka brunch that only two New York Jews would put together. Wait, neither of us is a New York Jew, but we love it as if we were!
[I think I have to stop and say this is one of my death row meals:
everything bagel, smoked salmon, capers, cream cheese, red onion, tomato, squeeze fresh lemon, cracked fresh pepper. SUUUUu-blime.]
It was so much fun to entertain and I wish I did it more often. I adore these guys partly because they warrant it and partly because they read this blog.
The conversation went all the directions that I love: sex, politics, religion, theatre, and fashion.
After the boys left, Alexandra and I took naps and collected ourselves for our evening plans!
Alexandra went to drama school in London with Paul and Simone and Barbara was their vocal coach. Well, Paul and Simone are a couple of 21plus years who just got married in California and now live and work in New York. Barbara is over from London because she is Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter)'s vocal coach for his Broadway debut in "Equus." The poor guy is mobbed daily she told us. They have security gaurds when she and he get driven to the theatre every day.
I was worried about being able to hold my own against theatre people (trust me, even for someone as chatty and hand-gestury as I, it is really hard.), but they were all so lovely and gracious and I have to say it was one of the most global, educated, unpretentious, intelligent conversations I have had in a long while. Barbara and Alexandra are English, I am American, Simone is French-Canadian, and Paul is South African. And we all broke sushi rice together in New York City.
We met for dinner at this (and to the 1.5 New Yorkers who read this write this down) amazingly wonderful and affordable sushi place. The best sushi I have had in NYC so far. It is called Tenzan and is on Columbus at 73rd. A total find in my hood.
After the meal we strolled along Columbus on this warm summer evening and saw Dustin Hoffman walk by with his wife and daughter.
This day was truly a great, great day indeed.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Ron and Ethan were already there which allows an actress and her escort to make an entrance.
We had a good time. Alexandra got to assess Ron and I got to feel self-conscious, but happy. Yes, that is what I aspire to --" Self conscious and happy." Another therapy session not needed.
Afterwards we went to a comedy club. The three New Yorkers hadn't a clue where to go, but we used my trusty iPhone and the griddiness of the City and went to a place where I could spend $15 dollars on two seltzer waters. It is fun to laugh, I have to say. Like bowling, and dating I never think of comedy clubs, but when I do these things I usually always enjoy them.
And right now especially dating...
And...if you missed the SNL opening with Tina Fey as Sarah Palin and Amy Poehler as Hillary Clinton, it is effin brilliant. Watch it. They are both so good.