Songasm

Katharine McPhee gave a brilliant performance on American Idol. Jane Monheit is an established jazz singer. Here is what they have in common: a dark sultry voice, beautiful cascading locks, and a signature song, Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

Kat stole some riffs directly from Jane, most notably Jane's unique ending to the song. Perhaps imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Kat lent more intensity to the song with her belting, which seems to be a prerequisite for any American Idol performance. Her voice "broke" with desperation on some phrases, which was a beautiful touch that sounded sincere.

I hope Kat's performance will boost Jane's fame. That would be a nice aftershock.

Great save

So it's been a while, I know. Shame on moi.

I've been going on a string of first dates. None magical, but, hey, it's a start. Tonight I met a guy, whom I shall refer to as Mr. Dull, for a bit. You can guess how that went. The conversation was like a half-deflated helium balloon that I had to repeatedly bop upward in order to stay afloat.

But here is how I made my miraculous save, after an excruciating 40 minutes of half-assed conversation with Dull: I decided to walk downtown on the pretense of "meeting a friend" -- anything to avoid sitting on the uptown subway with this guy for the long ride home -- and walked past this place called Cleopatra's Needle. There was good jazz beckoning from within. I actually walked 2 blocks past it before I figured, what the hell? I did a 180, sat down at the bar, and ordered a cosmopolitan. I bopped along with the jazz for over an hour feeling like fabulously single Manhattan woman.

As I stepped out into the night, this random guy struck up a conversation. The Producer, as I will refer to him, walked with me for about 10 blocks and we chatted about jazz and other things. He gave me his card -- I'm going to email him, as he is involved with some really interesting media projects and I think he could get me backstage.

W-w-weekend

I went on a date with someone from the quiet party. Several good things came of it. (1) I tried a new restaurant that had great cheap food, (2) I made cotton candy, and (3) he intro'd me to this little secret bar with a sweet view that you'd never find on your own.

Today I ventured out to Flushing and was rewarded for my efforts, mainly in comestibles. I had a delicious brunch (picked a restaurant at random -- how could I choose?). I also bought a lot of gorgeous fruit which I intend to eat exclusively over the next week in my "effort" to lose 10 lbs.

I saw the movie Mumford this weekend, and the main character goes trail running. Inspired, I went running in Fort Tryon park, and there are parts of the park where if I cross my eyes slightly so that I can't see the traffic through the trees or the concrete beneath my feet, I can almost pretend I'm picking my way through some trails. Ah, gotta love New York. The movie's good, by the way -- kind of twisted.


Dr. Mumford doing his trailrunning.

Jay-running

Tonight was the pinnacle of awesome. I doubt that I will do anything this week that will top this in terms of fun and outrageousness.

Capture the flag. 12 blocks in Soho. Team Danger vs Team Caution.

When I got there I wasn't sure if I would stay. When a big group of pre-teen boys showed up, I almost left. But once I tied on that bright yellow CAUTION tape, it was so on. Weaving through taxis jamming the streets of Soho, sprinting at full speed across an intersection, victory whooping with a bunch of people you just met that night -- what could make you feel more alive? I tell you, I became invincible when I was flying by a cluster of Marc Jacobs and Kate Spades in my running shoes, pumping my arms in rhythm, feeling the CAUTION tape fluttering against my skin.

I was chasing one guy, and he actually leapt over a barrier into a construction site, hurdled back on to the street, and kept running.

The stylish Soho pedestrians that we dodged and avoided were usually amused. Some even stopped to watch. One guy asked, "Don't kids drink anymore?" Whatever, man -- drinking was never this fun.

And after tonight, I will never think twice about jaywalking again.

Reading in the dark

Imagine: you're in a dark and cosy Soho bar filled with strangers, sipping a drink, engaging in witty repartee, and the only sounds you hear are soft music, clinking glasses, and occasional laughter. What's missing from this scene?

Screaming. Cellphones. Blaring 80s music. I went to a Quiet Party last night, and it was one of my best lifetime experiences in a bar. All verbal exchanges took place by pen and paper. I think most people are better, at least with strangers, on paper. Writing notes forces you to be succinct, witty, and thoughtful. It was so easy and sexy to slip someone a drawing, a name, or a question. It felt intimate. That's the most new people I've ever met on a night out.

The dialogue was priceless. Some of my favorite excerpts:
"Reading in the dark is bad for you!"
"You're cute...from behind. You don't turn around!"
"What's lymphangiectasis?"

This was one of the best nights out I've ever had. I might just have to throw a silent bash of my own.

Accountability

I skipped yesterday because I didn't have anything too exciting to post. I almost skipped today for the same reason.

Ok, so I haven't visited a NYC landmark or tried any new fitness classes in the last 2 days. I took a siesta and caught up on some life maintenance. I cleaned my apartment, did tons of laundry, and mailed a package of goodies to some kids. I ran on the treadmill and took a nap during the day. I finished 2 novels.

Yawn. All of that is well and good, but the reason I created this blog was to hold myself accountable to my mission: to start living like a hedonistic tigress. This tigress needs to go adventure-hunting so as not to lull the blog to sleep.

V

I was good and cooked all meals at home today. For brunch I made a spinach and mushroom quiche, mostly egg white, with a whole wheat crust, topped with broiled tomatoes. For dinner I had a pan-seared chipotle and lime trout with steamed sugar snap peas. I'm not sure if I can lose 10 lbs on this fare, but we'll see how the next week goes.

I went on a second date with the Aussie, and we saw V for Vendetta. I loved it, although I was teased for not having seen (or, for that matter, read) 1984. I guess that worked out well in the end, because I thought of VFV as irreverent and provocative.

And speaking of provocative, the Aussie is just that. I've figured out that he seems to want me mostly for sex. But in between all his sexual innuendoes, he offers some of the most intelligent and articulate conversation I've had in a long time. I'm still trying to decide if I can be the kind of person who has a fling centered around sex instead of romance. If I decide to give in, he wouldn't be a bad accomplice. I suppose there are worse things than an intellectual man with a sexy accent who looks delicious in a long dark coat and an ivory scarf.

April showers

Another triumphant day in the life of She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Tamed!

The weather was miserable today. Ordinarily I would have stayed in my apartment reading, nibbling snacks, and drinking tea. But I have committed myself to avoiding the Ordinary. So I dragged myself into the miserable rain down to the Union Square Barnes & Noble so at least I could read, nibble snacks, and drink tea while watching the rain-drenched park from behind a big pretty window. It felt nice, and I got some quality reading done.

This pic is from New York Photoblog.
Then I went on a date. Recall that I have been in dating dormancy for the past three years. The guy with the accent, whom I mentioned previously, called me tonight to hang out. I will henceforth refer to him as Aussie. I got a kiss and the promise of a second date.