Author: Stacy Horn

I went to sing last night at St. Luke’s (the Faure Requiem and the Vivaldi Gloria) and the choir director wanted us to repeat the second movement of the Faure, as a prayer for peace for … but I couldn’t hear the country. I asked the person next to me which country he said, and she couldn’t hear me so I repeated myself and then the person in the row ahead of us turned around and shooshed me! I don’t know why this should bother so much but it did! I’m insane. It’s official. (But mindfully insane.) Excuse me! Mean lady! You could have also turned around and answered my question, but no. I’m sorry my hearing problem caused you what? A whole five second interruption to your being able to hear just fine time. Honestly. People. Ugh.

I’ve begun a hunt for new music. I’m tired of almost everything on my ipod. I’ve been enjoying browsing the itunes store, one of the greatest services in the world, I’ve decided, I just wish I could hear the whole song before buying. It’s fine when you know what you want, but when you’re exploring you feel a little vulnerable, paying for music you haven’t really heard except for a few seconds.

This is a picture of a sky scraper made by Chris Burden. It’s up at Rockefeller Center right now and I walked by it the other day. It’s made entirely from Erector Set parts. Of course this sent me off into a nostalgia frenzy. Remember Erector Sets?? Don’t you want to build a robot right now?

Okay, a very little. The other day on my way to the gym I saw a couple of girls posing on the steps of what they thought was Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment in Sex and the City, except they were in front of the wrong building. Carrie’s apartment was one more over and I told them. I said a little! What if they were from Australia and got all the way home before they figured it out?

The rain stopped yesterday so I went uptown to find my haunted mansion. Unfortunately it has since been replaced by a high-rise. And an ugly one, too, in such a pretty spot. This was between 62nd and 63rd, on Fifth Avenue, overlooking the park. Such a prime piece of Manhattan, badly used alas.

I took this picture on Fifth Avenue on my way back home. (What?? What was seen in Sex and the City??)

This guy, James O’Brien, just saved that bird’s life!! [The link I had to a story about this no longer works.] Isn’t that the sweetest picture? The guy looks so happy and the bird is all, “WTF?? Okay, thank you, but you can let me go now.” Which James of course did. This is James’s website [that link no longer works either, unfortunately]. What a nice guy.

So, it’s raining. My plans of going uptown to check out who lives in a former 5th Avenue haunted house and then taking a nice walk home are wrecked. Hmmm. Curl up with a book?

Note to self: Don’t forget to buy a converter box for the little TV in the bedroom which you NEVER use, but on the one in a billion chance that you ever turn it on again, you’ll be glad you bothered, right? Plus, you’ve got the $40 off coupon from the government. It will feel good to use it, even though, technically, you may be using it on something you don’t actually need. Which is insane and belongs in the category: This is How They Get You.

Last summer, along with many people all over the world, I danced with Matt Harding. Here is the result. I can actually see myself! I’m in the New York City one, on the left-ish, in a white top. My favorites: anytime he is dancing with children or animals, dancing with the crabs on Christmas Island, the orchestra in California, the demilitarized zone in Korea, inside Nellis Airspace in Nevada, and India, New Guinea and Turkey.

It’s actually worth it to go to YouTube and click on “watch in high quality.”

SYTYCD Comment: Marquis was robbed!

Before I get to my So You Think You Can Dance round-up, may I present a cat playing a theramin:

The video I linked to no longer works.

So yeah. Jesus. Last night’s show made me mad a bunch of times. Mia, who I love, was a jerk. Plain and simple. Mia, Mia, Mia. Normally I love that you are the Simon Cowell of the show, and actually tell the truth, but last night you were just … wrong a lot. Did anyone else notice how critical she was of only the women, for the most part? I think only one of them came through unscathed. And if she couldn’t find something to be nasty about with their dancing she’d find something else, like smiling, although I think some people agree with her about the smiling. But taken with her criticism throughout the night as a whole, it was just finally too much and I’m glad Nigel stepped in.

Second, there was a lot of bad bad bad choreography last night, and I’m mad that not one of the judges mentioned it, and instead blamed the dancers. Perfect example was that routine for Chelsie and Thayne. HORRIBLE, and yet I thought the dancer’s charm shone through in spite of it. And then, Mia says the exact opposite, that the dancers didn’t measure up to the choreography. I feel weird saying she’s wrong, what do I know, but she was wrong.

This is a competition for the dancers, so I guess they don’t want to get into criticizing the choreography, okay, but don’t blame the dancers.

Oh, and Gev, who I haven’t gotten until tonight, I get. I thought the two of them had a great chemistry, once again, completely disagreeing with the judges.

My official crushes: Thayne, even though he’s gay and is somewhat reminiscent of Benji, but he’s a sexy version of Benji, Will and Twitch.