SYTYCD – My Happiest Obsession

Photo lost! I don’t know where it went!

LOVED the opening number last night, loved it! Hated the camera editing though, as usual. It was so frenetic I couldn’t really focus on the dancers. I don’t envy the camera people, there was a lot happening on the stage, but still. Just hold onto each dancer or group a little bit longer, just little, little bit longer. Less with the jumping around, okay? Please.

I agreed with the choice of who went home, though. I don’t agree with all the criticism being leveled at Matt, however. Jesus, Nigel. If he wore a bra with beads would you be happier?

As usual, I love reading other people’s recaps. Here’s a favorite from this morning about last night’s show, from Levy on tv.

Oh, hey, look, it’s a group of dancing prostitutes. What’s that, they’re a popular band called The Pussycat Dolls? Ok, got it. There’s a group of dancing prostitutes on stage called The Pussycat Dolls. The song is atrociously bad, with no melody or, you know, singing to speak of. At least they’re dancing though, which most musical acts last season did not do. I have to say, I truly hope they’re not lip-synching because then the song is actually that atonal and spoken. Yikes.

In other news: Two fun movies opened today! The Happening and The Incredible Hulk. I’m going with The Happening first.

Lord & Taylor — Who Knew?

So I was walking home from the library, and I was stopped on Fifth Avenue by the sight of these paintings in the windows of Lord & Taylor by Spanish painter Juan Genoves (courtesy of Marlborough Gallery). Art! At Lord & Taylor! I think even in this low-res photograph you can get a sense of how amazing it is.

What I Did During the Heat Wave

Polish1.jpg– Got a pedicure (pictured).
– Went through all the copy edits for my book. (Apparently I don’t know when to use the word “that” and when to use “which.”)
– Made a few phone calls to California law enforcement about the Bruce Kremen case. (Waiting to hear back.)
– Also tried to follow up on a New Jersey murder. (Freaking amazing that I tried to stay far away from murder and my book ends up having murders in it. Not amazing in retrospect, given the subject, but it didn’t occur to me at the time.)
– Wrote the acknowledgments for my book. (No-win. I’m sure to have left out someone I shouldn’t have.)
– Emailed a few people about physicist Hugh Everett’s many worlds theory. (Wish I had studied science in school.)
– Finished my legal issues to-do list. (Phone call meeting today.)
– Ordered a Father’s Day gift online. (And second guessed myself immediately after.)
– A bunch of reading. In fact, I will post soon about what I’m reading. It will be a post about science. But I was reading from The Elegant Universe, and The Canon (a book about science for people who know nothing about science, a nice overview, thank you Natalie Angier).

Where I Won’t Be Today

Out there. Even though it’s already pretty over here on the West Side, by the Hudson River, they are working on making it even prettier. Here is a worker taking a break. It might be too small to see, but behind him are pots and pots and pots of what look like grass. That doesn’t make sense, right? Surely there are better ways to lay grass.

Today’s to-do: doctor’s appointment, copy edits, write acknowledgments, write up a couple of paragraphs about parallel worlds, follow-up with detectives, pedicure.

To-not: be outside very much if at all possible. It’s supposed to hit 100 for God’s sake. For instance, I was going to go to the library. That can wait. Oh and the gym, the gym. Yeah. Hmmm. I don’t think so.

Going Through the Copy Edits

Trying to anyway, but look who is all curled up on them. Am I moving him? No, I am taking pictures and posting about him. Could he be more adorable? (No.)

I went to the gym this morning. I’d be feeling pretty smug and virtuous right now if it weren’t for the mountain of potato chips I had after. Fuck it.

So You Think You Can Dance is on tonight. Travis Wall has got to be the sexist little thing on TV. Even dressed as an angry girl it came across. I loved Cooper Zamorano from last night, and the guy who danced like Gene Kelly. That hugging himself movement he did with his hips and shoulders!