Month: September 2011

What is with this guy and the schizophrenic rhythms? One measure is 4/4, then 3/4, then 5/4, then 7/4. Make up your freaking mind, composer. Jesus. I didn’t learn my pieces this week and it matters in a choir like mine. We sit and sing in quartets. I’m not singing in a sea of sopranos, I’m going to have either a tenor, bass or alto on either side of me. If you don’t know your part, not only will everyone know, you’re going to screw them up.

I’m going to try to catch up as much as I can this afternoon. But I’m a slow learner. And Bernstein likes to mess with us. This season we’re doing his Missa Brevis (and lots of other pieces).

This is One World Trade Center shot from Fulton Street. God I can’t wait for it to be done. I can see it now from my building, I think I mentioned. I should do a shot now so I can have a nice before/after when it’s done.

I am not being paid to say this. But I really have found the perfect jeans. I went to Lucky Jeans to get their Classic Rider, but they no longer carry them in the store and I literally have NO pants that fit me and had to get something. So I tried this new style called the Sofia Boot, which comes in a stretchy fabric.

PERFECTION. I think these jeans would work on any size person. I got a pair in both blue and black and the black jeans are so gorgeous they’d work as a good jean for work. The pictures on the website are not impressive, you have to try them on. They’re not cheap, $99, but considering how expensive jeans can get they are not the most expensive in the world.

Great free thing in the city alert. Every Monday at 1pm you can hear the amazing Trinity Choir and Trinity Baroque Orchestra for free at St. Paul’s Chapel as part of a series call Bach at One. I am just filled with tips today!

8:26: Actually, I’m tired, going to curl up and just watch. Good night!

8:09: Back from doing The Hive (fun!). I watching The Emmy a little delayed now. Scanning the dancers for anyone from So You Think You Can Dance.

6:52: I have to remember to google killers in the UK named West. They’re talking on Echo about a documentary about them. The discussion piqued my interest. Yes, I know this is not Emmy-related. I have to remember to call The Hive radio show in ten minutes. I was supposed to do it a couple of weeks ago but I missed it because I forgot to look at my calendar. Yes, I am an idiot.

6:49: I just heard a train whistle outside. We don’t have trains. Well, not those kind of trains, or rather, not nearby enough for me hear. What the hell was that??

6:30: Paula Abdul looks lovely, but a little too thin. She has that brittle look (but not her face, she really does look lovely).

6:25: I’ve only been half-heartedly watching. I’ll bet I’ve missed some great dresses. I watched Cat Deeley, because I love her and So You Think You Can Dance.

5:30: Okay, they just admitted nothing is happening until 6. I’ll be back at 6!

5:17: Here. Eating popchips. Nothing really happening yet, the hosts of the red carpet shows and filler. Kelly Osbourne looks amazing.

This is Finney and Buddy this morning, freaking me out. They were both very intent on … something.

I’m going to live blog the Emmys today starting at 5, but probably more seriously at 6. But then between 7 and 8 I’m going to stop to talk about my book Unbelievable and parapsychology research on a radio show called The Hive on Para X Radio.

If you click on the link, and then click on Listen Now, you can hear it if you like. There’s also a button to chat and I’ll be in the chat room as well.

You can also call in during the show and ask questions: 978-384-0969.
Or text: 978-BEE-1271

The host is Erick Bee.

I took this picture of a wedding I passed by after working out yesterday. I didn’t notice the little guy in the lower right at the time.

Backstory: My Time Warner cable has been down since Monday due to a broken cable on the roof.

It began badly. The foreman comes up the stairs empty-handed and alone. “Where are your tools?? The technician??” “I have to verify there is a broken cable on the roof.” They know there’s a broken cable on the roof because their own technician discovered it and I sent them a picture of it. Nothing is going to get fixed. I start to sob.

But this was super foreman! We get to the roof. “Yeah, you have a broken cable,” he says then climbs over to the roof next door. I tried to stop him, I swear. I don’t want my tv that bad that someone must die for it, but he was all “I have a family, I wouldn’t do this if it was really dangerous, don’t worry, I’ve been doing this for a billion years.” He finds an extra cable, disconnects my cable from the broken cable, hooks it up to another tap and I am back in business! My internet connection slows down, but he tells me this is just a temporary solution and he will get someone back on Wednesday to fix everything properly.

A half an hour or so later he’s back with some plant guys. The plant guys look around at the mass of old, kinked and semi-brokens cables all over the roof, scream, then say everything has to be ripped out and completely redone. Before they go though, they FIX my broken cable and hook me back up. My internet connection is better but still slow but apparently all will be well next week.

Everything is back in time for the Emmy’s! I wish I had taken these guy’s names so I could laud them for the great work they did. Actually, I can get their names on Wednesday. Thank you guys.