Little Giants Shoot

There are signs all around my block for a film shoot tomorrow (or was it Tuesday?) by Radical Media. The production is called “Little Giants,” but when I google it, nothing current comes up. My guess is it’s a commercial. Not as fun. Unless a great stunt is involved. I’ll try to remember and get some shots to let you all know what it ended up to be.

We are resting over on Perry Street. One of us went swimming, one of us did the Indie 500 in the Hallway, and one of us … had breakfast.

Dance Parade 2013

Almost all of my shots of the male dancers are slightly out of focus. Perhaps they made my heart beat a little faster, or caused my hands to tremble. But I want it known that there were lots of amazing male dancers, even though you don’t see them here!

Dance Parade 2013

Dance Parade 2013

Dance Parade 2013

Dance Parade 2013

Dance Parade 2013

Dance Parade 2013

Dance Parade 2013

Dance Parade 2013

One of the dancers took a break to say hello to a baby. You may not be able to tell from these photographs, but it was raining almost the entire time. Not a downpour or anything, but technically, it rained on their parade.

Dance Parade 2013

Up on the Roof

I was curled up with the cats when I looked out the window and noticed a fence on the roof next door. Someone has built a private room! I hope they do more with it, like make it a secret garden-type space. Without the romantic tragedy. But with the happy ending involving children overcoming obstacles. More views from my roof below …

Private Roof Room, New York City

This is many blocks away, looking west. Some lucky someone gets to sit in that rooftop garden with coffee and good book (or ipad and a movie). And that’s Julian Schnabel’s pink house on the right. I hear he has a swimming pool in there. DAMNIT. I didn’t plan my life of luxury properly.

Roof Garden, New York City

This is looking over to the courtyard behind my building and the building next door. Another lovely place to sit and wile away the afternoon with a fruit cocktail and World War Z (the book I’m currently reading, much fun). So, yeah. Is it too late to become a katrillionaire?

Courtyard, New York City

Kree or Candice?

I’m torn. Bottom line, I would be okay with either one winning. Candace won the night with “I Who Have Nothing.” Her voice has more power and range, and she feels more in control of every last sound that comes out of her mouth.

But I’m partial to the blue-sy quality of Kree’s voice. No matter what she sings I want to hear it. That is not true of Candace. If I don’t like the song she’s doing I don’t want to listen, regardless of how technically amazing her take might be. Kree, there might be slip-ups, or a hint of strain, like she’s reaching for a place she can’t quite get to, but I don’t care. I love the sound. I also find her more … authentic. Candace seems like more of an actress.

So I guess I’m rooting for Kree. That said, I think they both truly are equally deserving and if Candace wins, that’s okay too. I’m guessing Candace is going to win. People seem to prefer the belters. Except, they also seem to prefer country, so who knows?

I was premature when I posted earlier that One World Trade Center was the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere, because they actually hadn’t added that finally piece of the spire. It’s there now though. And the point I’ve been waiting for them to finish is almost, almost there!

One World Trade Center, NYC, May, 2013

Amy’s Baking Company, Because I can’t keep reading about Syria

This morning, I read this article about Syria. Pretty much one of the most hopeless articles I’ve read in some time. What can I do? What can be done? (Not a rhetorical question, I’m open to suggestions.)

I had much more fun yesterday, following the story of Amy’s Baking Company. By the end of the day they claimed that they’d been hacked. Given that for years they’ve been responding in this way to criticism, that’s a little hard to swallow. An article from 2010, describes similar meltdowns when they received bad reviews on Yelp. You can go back and read what they wrote at the time and make up your own mind.

Meanwhile, just how big is Bleeck? I’m used to 20+ pound cats, so when someone recently told me he was big, I was flummoxed. I just weighed him. 11.9. Come on, that’s teeny, right?

Bleecker