Pete: "Do you ever wonder how someone could even like you?"
Ben: "All the time, man. Like every day. I wonder how you like me."
Pete: "How can Debbie like me? She likes me. I mean, she loves me. The biggest problem in our marriage is that she wants me around. She loves me so much that she wants me around all the time. That's our biggest problem. And I can't even accept that? Like, that upsets me?"
Temporary bangs! Rent-an-extensions! Go see my favorite hairstylist - Marc Mena at Warren Tricomi.
Marc and I have worked together on a bunch of different stories -- he's a hair genius. Here's me being, like, "OMG Marc, you're a genius!"
I can't believe it's not butter!
Toni with her rent-an-extensions, Marc, and me with my new fringe.
The couple who live across the hall from me, they fight all the time
They're so loud, I can hear them through my door. It's midnight now and the woman has been on a hysterical screaming, weeping, thrashing rampage for the past ten minutes screaming repeatedly, "You're laughing at me! Stop laughing at me!" Then she opened the door and ran weeping and snuffling down the hallway. Now her partner/boyfriend/husband is trying to coax her back into the apartment.
Why do people stay together?
They're a noisy couple, they talk a lot, and loudly, in the hallway. She always seems to be nagging him, whining, telling him this or that isn't going to work and does he know what he's doing. They're the kind of people who are always talking -- if she comes home alone, you know it because she'll be gabbing loudly on their cellphone.
Sometimes it makes me wonder -- these people who talk all the time, who spend their entire waking moments talking at other people (or, in some cases, into thin air to no one in particular), do they ever stop to think how they must appear? Do they ever breathe? Do they ever think that maybe no one cares what they're saying?
The other day Linda and I went to the rooftop bar at the Gansevoort to relax and have a drink before she caught her flight to Paris. It was busy, but comfortable. We got a table on the Soho House side. And there was this girl sitting at the table next to us talking a mile a minute to her male companion. I had no idea what she was going on about, but she was like a woodpecker -- I don't think she even stopped to breathe for five minutes. She certainly didn't talk with punctuation. The words kept pouring out of her mouth like vomit. She barely blinked, but she waved her hands around a lot.
Linda and I couldn't stop laughing.
Okay, he got her back into the apartment. Now she's screaming again.
Why do people stay together?
They're a noisy couple, they talk a lot, and loudly, in the hallway. She always seems to be nagging him, whining, telling him this or that isn't going to work and does he know what he's doing. They're the kind of people who are always talking -- if she comes home alone, you know it because she'll be gabbing loudly on their cellphone.
Sometimes it makes me wonder -- these people who talk all the time, who spend their entire waking moments talking at other people (or, in some cases, into thin air to no one in particular), do they ever stop to think how they must appear? Do they ever breathe? Do they ever think that maybe no one cares what they're saying?
The other day Linda and I went to the rooftop bar at the Gansevoort to relax and have a drink before she caught her flight to Paris. It was busy, but comfortable. We got a table on the Soho House side. And there was this girl sitting at the table next to us talking a mile a minute to her male companion. I had no idea what she was going on about, but she was like a woodpecker -- I don't think she even stopped to breathe for five minutes. She certainly didn't talk with punctuation. The words kept pouring out of her mouth like vomit. She barely blinked, but she waved her hands around a lot.
Linda and I couldn't stop laughing.
Okay, he got her back into the apartment. Now she's screaming again.
Me: "Do you think people feel under this tremendous pressure to always look like they're having fun?"
C's response, without missing a beat: "No. They take drugs."
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At the flea market. There are weirder people at the indoor place. The outdoor people are more normal.
I really like these passages from George Gurley's column in last week's Observer
From George Gurley's column, "Chasing Girls, Fleeing Sin: Me and My mentor!" in last week's Observer. I really like these passages; I have a feeling that most 'normal' men in New York feel this way, but I can't be sure.
"So what was he doing at these dens of sin? "I want to be in some kind of world in New York, I want to meet people," he said. "Many of the girls have been very beautiful, but there's also evidence of intelligence. I hope I'm not a great sinner; I don't mean to sin. My problem is, I grow to have affection for the girls. I develop deep affections for them. I remember their names."
Mr Sigward spoke about a waitress who had once been very nice to him.
She gave to me," he said. "Something went on there where she gave me a plug of some sort, a charge, some energy, something from her heart of substance flowed to me. You know that Jesus said: The kingdom of God is not with words, it's with power. You can feel when someone gives to you. I said to myself, 'Well, I'm not a socialite, I couldn't afford her sandals.' But the reverse is also true: She wasn't asking for anything, she was giving and I have received. I wouldn't hang out at the nightclub if I was depraved or deprived. You are giving to me, we're giving to each other, and we met there."
...
He said he'd come close to getting married a few times. "I've had really good girlfriends all along. I have an apartment on Central Park West, I can't get anyone to live with me, and I'm getting much older. What are the usual things that women want? It seems sex, money, power -- and men also. But when you've run out of sexuality, as it seems like it's happening to me -- I mean, at age 22 I was satiated. So now I'm 62.
"The failure of love with Mudi exposed me to a genuine sense of loss of innocence," he said. "I was no longer a wide-eyed lover. I was almost a lonely predator. I was not the brave oarsman from America, not the gallant companion -- I was cowardly, selfish, and I had a huge fear that I was homosexual. Because I left Mudi, I thought, 'Why would you leave her, unless you have no love for women at all?"
Now he's working as a limo driver, sharing an apartment with an actor and trolling nightclubs, where he chats up girls young enough to be his granddaughters. They stand there listening to him for a long time."
At Project No. 8 the lights go on when you get close to the window
Ballet Deviare @ Baruch Performing Arts Center, May 23-25. Preview and interviews with the dancers.
Ballet Deviare @ Baruch Performing Arts Center 5/23 to 5/25 from Danica Lo on Vimeo
The Ballet Deviare is a New York City-based dance company specializing in the fusion of classical ballet and heavy metal. Their newest production, Memento Mori, opens Saturday, 5/23, at the Baruch Performing Arts Center on 25th and Lexington, for a special limited three-show engagement. Tickets are available at theatermania.com. We caught up with the dancers at the preview reception; here's the raw NYPost.com footage.
Heavy metal ballet and oranges
Went to see the Ballet Deviare production of Memento Mori tonight at the Baruch Performing Arts Center. What a brilliant idea - interpretive ballet set to metal! And I love the energy and dedication of this young troupe. Also met the woman who used to be Bebe Buell's publicist -- she has so many stories to tell.
Now I am eating an orange before going to bed.
I really thought Archuleta had the competition all tied up! Can't believe Cook won!
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I'd really like some floor tickets for the George Michael show at Madison Square Garden.
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I cut out and stuck this passage from the Houellebecq VHI interview on my office wall; I look at it every day
So faithful people, the ones who have never strayed, aren't sentimental? To be honest, I don't think fidelity is something we desire. If a person has never strayed it's because life has never given them the opportunity. When a libertine is seduced by a woman, or by a man, at that specific moment in time he is entirely sincere. Except that there are other moments too.
Don't you believe in love, in being faithful? Yes I do. The problem with my love life is that I'm faithful to everyone. I've never succeeded in having an ex. Once I've met someone I desire, I desire them forever. I'm incapable of dividing my life into then and now. Usually when I love someone, I love them truly and everlastingly. The trouble is, you never love just one single person in a lifetime. Plus women have fond memories of me so it works both ways. I've never been disappointed by the women I've loved, so when I see them again my feelings are the same. Which is why I don't have any exes. For me, an ex is always a future companion.
Are there a lot of them in your life? Let's say more than one.
What makes you love a woman? A form of honesty. What I really can't stand, for example, is coyness, teasing, putting on an act. Love is the most stimulating connection between two people because it's both intellectual and physical. Sometimes it can go flat simply because of the way a person's skin feels. In The Banquet, Plato writes about two people who rush into each other's arms as though they knew each other already. It's a magnificent passage. It means something if you believe in reincarnation: they had already met in a previous life. If you don't, this instant impression of familiarity is a complete mystery. A mystery, but it exists. The relationship immediately feels right, natural, it just flows.
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