Stacy Horn

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!

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.

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 …

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.

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?

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!

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?

I can’t take it. I love this show. Quit torturing us and give it another shot. It makes me happy, damnit. How many shows make me happy without boring me? Actually, I wonder how many. There’s Bones, Warehouse 13, So You Think You Can Dance, thinking … The Mindy Project! I was very “eh” at first but now I ADORE that show. Going on … New Girl, Project Runway.

Okay, there’s a lot of shows, but nothing like Bunheads. Bunheads gets me. It completes me. I’m grasping at straws here because I can’t put my finger on why I feel so strongly. There’s that Gilmore Girls/Northern Exposure magic, the smart dialogue, incredible and real dancing, hope. I love the mostly all-girl cast which ranges in age from the students to the ever-amazing Kelly Bishop. Kelly Bishop is my grow-older hero, by the way. I love Betty White, but it always feels like she’s doing shtick. Which is great, but that’s not me. I hope to follow the always sharp, smart, adult, dignified, imperious Kelly Bishop path. Oh WOW. Here is Kelly Bishop playing Sheila on A Chorus Line!!

But I love the girls, I love Sutton Foster. I love Bunheads. It’s sweet without being sugary, it’s light but dark, it’s enchanting and endearing, and I NEED IT. Gods of the tv universe, I’m begging you, throw me a bone. Renew Bunheads.

A couple of dances from the show: Istanbul and Paper or Plastic.

I took this in Union Square last weekend. There was a parade that I’d missed. The woman on the left was one of the people in the parade.