Wednesday, July 09, 2014

July 4th and High Line anniversary

I had a really memorable Fourth of July weekend, although I really didn't do too much. Puck came through the city on Wednesday night and stayed over, which was a rare treat. Thursday night I didn't get an early dismissal, but I had plenty of work to keep me busy.

Friday I made one of my bourbon bread puddings for a party in Bushwick that Liz invited me and Victoria to, a gathering of former theater friends and professional chefs. Their apartment was on the fourth floor of a building that seemed to lean a little to the left, but needless to say, the food was amazing - homemade pastrami carved off the bone; pulled pork, mango and cilantro tacos; grits with bacon and cheese; corn on the cob with a cheese and mayonnaise spread; raw oysters; and barbecued lamb ribs with yogurt sauce and mint. Plus, Liz made a mixed berry pie to go with my bread pudding for dessert.


The roof was set up with lights and a sound system, along with the barbecue pit and a beer keg. I had what they called an orange crush - fresh squeezed orange juice, orange flavored vodka and Sprite. The three of us kept diluting our drinks with Sprite since they were made with so much vodka - I pretty much drank one and half of them all night (Victoria didn't want to finish hers so I helped her out).


The apartment is about two or three blocks away from Kacey's old place where Lourdes still lives, across the street from this very pretty building off the J line at the Kosciuszko Street stop.


Our hosts shot off a lot of fireworks, and we could see many other going off all around us from other Brooklyn rooftops. We were too far from the Macy's fireworks show on the East River to see much of it over the buildings, but it was fun to see our own up close. Sometimes the wind was so strong it would blow over the cardboard tube launcher after the fuse was lit, so we had a couple go off on the roof, which was a little more excitement than we bargained for.

Saturday I spent most of the day shopping for dresses for my party this weekend. I was very fortunate to find a nice one at The Rack that will probably be the one I'll wear. It's a Adrianna Papell white wrap dress with a Tiffany-inspired stained glass floral pattern. On Sunday I cleaned the apartment in preparation for Chris and Bruce's visit, and then in the evening I joined Liz and Andrea for dinner and to see Andrea's roommate perform in a one-woman play, "The Other Mozart" about the life of Mozart's older sister.

Monday night I met Kacey up on the High Line to celebrate the three-year anniversary of our first meeting there, which was for me the start of our friendship after our meeting on Easter Sunday in 2011. We've never celebrated this anniversary before, but I had a mind to do it because as the years have gone by, I've come to realize what a milestone this event was in my life.


Meeting Kacey was really the start of creating the intentional family I have around me. Along with Puck and combined with meeting and becoming friends with Piper in February that same year at Wicked Faire, they have become my closest friends, and in the process, led me to meet other people who have also become part of my inner circle and many others who touch my life in all sorts of wonderful ways.

So Kacey and I had a nice long visit of about three-and-a-half hours, walking back and forth from 14th Street to the northern terminus at 33rd Street, talking about our history and the events of the past year. She shared her stories about her trip to Prague and Vienna. We talked quite a bit about our past relationships and created an intimate space by kicking off our shoes and facing each other on a bench in the middle of the trees surrounding the flyover bridge. Sometimes when the circumstances warrant, we can be very intense with each other. Other times it's more relaxed. But we continue to find new things about our friendship that makes it unique and nourishing in our lives.

Tuesday, July 01, 2014

Winter's Tale

I just finished reading Mark Helprin's Winter's Tale for the second time. It's one of those magical books, like Charles de Lint's The Little Country or Keith Donohue's The Stolen Child, that represent the kind of fanciful work that form the cornerstones of my new life. They are examples of beauty and wonder that Tara's influence instilled in me and continues to guide my path.

So it is with some trepidation that I consider the home video release of the movie version of this much-beloved work, starring Colin Firth and Downton Abbey's Jessica Brown Findlay, along with A Beautiful Mind alums Russell Crowe and Jennifer Connelly. I missed this movie in theaters last year, partly because I wanted to finish re-reading the book first, and I'm glad I did. This is one of the densest, most evocative books I've ever read, and challenges even my prodigious vocabulary to the limit. So the second reading was much more enjoyable than the first time I slogged through it several years ago.

The movie has gotten really awful reviews from critics, and many negative reviews from viewers as well. Liz told me that the word is that the movie ran out of budget and had to be wrapped up hastily, which might account for plotlines being dropped. For a time, I had despaired that I should even try to watch the movie at all, since I would rather not witness this magical story sullied by a poorly executed adaptation.

However, I've been reading the Amazon product page for the Blu Ray of the movie, and the reviews are surprisingly skewed to the positive, with 57 five-star and 21 four-star reviews to just 16 one-star and 5 two-star reviews. And reading some of the positive reviews, I wonder if this is one of those movies that simply got trampled by a mob mentality of negativity.

For example:

I'm not sure why this movie did so poorly in theaters -- bad release timing? critics who came in expecting one thing and got another? -- but it's far more enjoyable than Rotten Tomatoes might lead one to believe. It was hyped as a romance, which it is, but it's more about the power of love in general across generations and how we don't always get the miracles we want, but we sometimes get miracles nonetheless. The performances are moving and the visuals are beautiful. - Michelle Erica Green


Keep in mind, this film is predominantly about Love. Capital L. Love in the highest sense of the word.
Not only the romance that occurs between the two leading characters.
There's more than meets the eye if you look closer. Nothing is without meaning.

Some films may be read like poetry - the smallest nuance being as vital to the whole
as what's blazing on the surface. This one has "layers" of stories within the story.
Some are obvious: the slips and bends of time, the impact of historic places, crossed destinies,
good versus evil, mystery over certainty, the universal longing for love in a world where death
should not triumph. Other aspects are far more secretive and delicate, better left to
individual interpretation.

A person biased against poetry will miss the treasure of the most exquisite poem.
The fault-finding critic will relentlessly find something to pick apart, be it in movie or book.
The particular audience this movie appeals to, the open-hearted viewer, will find
the light and beauty within ~ no matter what anyone else says or doesn't say. 

A touching, deeply memorable film. - Harmony C. Adkins

In a comment to her original review, Ms. Adkins also writes:

Like any movie, it's not for everyone. Even director Akiva Goldsman, in an interview with Vanity Fair, said 17-year-olds would leave the cinema saying "What was that?" Basically, the more you've lived, the more people you've loved & lost, the more thoughtful your perspective, the deeper your emotional experience of life, the more likely you are to find something meaningful in it. 



So given all this, I've reconsidered avoiding the movie and I'm going to give it a try. I'll invite friends to see it with me because I know I have some friends who feel the same way about such works. I have no illusions that it will be a perfect movie, but given all the negative reviews, I just want to approach it with an open mind and an open heart. I have no expectations, but my hope is that I become one of those five-star reviewers who falls under its spell and becomes so captivated by the movie that they feel the need to contradict its many naysayers.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Mischa's Eggplant Saute Recipe

It's been a very nice weekend overall, even though I didn't do much to plan for it. First of all, since so many people have asked me for it, here's my recipe for my Eggplant Saute dip that I made today:

3-4 ribs celery, diced
2 carrots, diced
1/2 large onion, thinly sliced
1 cup cauliflower, chopped
2 tablespoons minced garlic
2 medium eggplants, thickly diced
2 bell peppers, thickly diced (about the size of a quarter)
1/2 cup olive oil
1 lime, juiced
6 oz can tomato paste
3 tablespoons red pepper flakes
2 teaspoons ground cumin
2 teaspoons ground coriander
1 tablespoon dried oregano
Salt & pepper

1. In a large cast-iron skillet or Dutch oven, heat several tablespoons of olive oil over medium high heat and add vegetables one at a time to keep heat fairly constant. Start with celery and carrots, then peppers and onions, then garlic and cauliflower. Add salt and pepper as you go along to taste. As vegetables reduce, push them to the sides of the skillet and add more oil in the middle before adding eggplant. Add additional oil on top as eggplant cooks.

2. Stir in remaining spices, lime juice and tomato paste and continue to cook until everything is soft and well-blended. Serve on bread, top with Za'atar if available.


Friday night I went straight from Penn Station to the Greene Space to see Irish-American supergroup The Gloaming in concert. It was livecast online and it will be edited for broadcast on New Sounds on WNYC at a future date. But you can see me in the front row in the video, just right of center screen wearing a polka-dot top. It was a terrific concert, and probably the most intimate and hassle-free concert I've ever been to.



Kacey had invited me to a play on Friday night but I couldn't go because of the concert, but we made plans to see a different play on Sunday night. Saturday I went to the movies to use my free guest pass and saw Edge of Tomorrow and Godzilla, and part of The Fault of Our Stars. In the late afternoon Katie M texted me and we tried the Hedwig show lottery together, with no luck. So we went to Schnipper's for dinner and came back to TSMC to watch Shopgirl, a modern romance I've been meaning to show her, since she liked the Before Sunrise trilogy so much. As always we had a wonderfully intimate talk about love and relationships, friendships and subway etiquette.

Sunday I didn't do anything except cook and nap until it was time to meet up with Kacey and Becker for the play, titled "The Feminism of a Soft Merlot (or How the Donkey Got Punched)." I have to say it was the worst play we've ever seen together, and possibly the worst play I've seen in New York, which is surprising considering the talent involved (Diana Oh played one of the leads). The acting was good, but the story was uninteresting and borderline offensive in how it portrayed possessive and territorial monogamous behavior and the lack of agency in its female characters.

However, the evening was not a total waste because we got to hang out together on a walk back to their place, stopping at Trader Joe's and I got to test out a convention for group hugs with them when we said goodnight in front of the IFC Theater: 1) Stand in a circle. 2) Put your left arm up, turn your head to the right. 3) Step forward and embrace to share the love.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Ear candy

I just received a pair of HiFiMan HE-300 home headphones in the mail today, my third major headphone purchase in the last three years. Now I have a Ferrari red leather Phiaton MS-400 set, hooked up to a NuForce uDAC-3 headphone amp for the office, my Bose QC-15 noise cancelling ‘phones for the train, and this set for home. Plus a pair of Altec earbuds for all points in between.

Right out of the box, the HiFi Mans sounded flat and congested, which is the opposite of what a pair of open-backed cans should sound like. Open-backed means that instead of cups that hold all the sound in, these drivers are not sealed around the ear. Sound leaks out, and the effect is similar to speakers in a room where you can hear natural sound in an open environment – the opposite of earbuds. The manual says they need 150 hours of break-in (6 days) so I’m driving them with my Yamaha receiver tuned to the Peter Gabriel station on Pandora. I’m sure they will sound much better after a few days of break-in.

I’ve had headphones since I was little, but I don’t think I’ve ever had three sets of full-size headphones before. It’s mainly a function of circumstances: I work in an open office environment and my primary job is writing, so I need the office set to tune the noise out. I commute by train rather than by car, so the noise-cancelling is a welcome feature. Why don’t I use the Bose in the office? Well, frankly, the Phiatons sound a lot better, especially driven by the NuForce from my laptop. I listen to live concert DVDs all day to help me block out distractions ("Rockin' at work" - Nov. 18, 2011).

The home headphones came from the realization that I can’t get Amazon to stream music over AirPlay to my home receiver. So all the music I can now access with Prime Music I can only play on my mediocre Altec Lansing computer speakers, or via headphones. Since I don’t want to cart my Phiatons back and forth from the office, a set for home made the most sense.

I’m going to date myself a bit here, but I still remember the first set of headphones I fell in love with. I was shopping at a store called Cactus Records and Tapes, a chain of music stores in Houston that now only has one location left, on South Shepherd at Richmond. I used to ride my bicycle to the store to buy records and one day they had a curious box sitting on the counter with a pair of headphones hooked up to it. It was a vertically loading CD player, one of the first ever sold in the US. This was back when there was only one tiny bin of classical music CDs – packaged in cardboard longboxes so they would fit into record bins – in a whole store of records and tapes.

Curiosity piqued, I put on the Koss PRO-4X headphones and pushed play. From a velvety black silence, the London Symphony Orchestra exploded with the first bars of John Williams’ overture to Star Wars. There could be arguably no better introduction to digital music for a young person raised on the acoustic limitations and surface noise of records and tapes. I remember hearing the triangle roll very prominently – I wager if I were to hear the same setup and early digital recording today, it would sound horrible – but that was impressive to my young, untrained ears. I was hooked.

I later convinced my dad, a classical music fan, to buy a Technics CD player for the home stereo – we were one of the first people in our circle of friends to have one. And of course I had to have those Koss headphones as well, with piezo-electric tweeters capable of reproducing from 10 Hz to 40 kHz, far beyond the range of human hearing. This was back in the day when such lofty claims were difficult to enforce.

I used the Koss phones until the earpads literally fell off – they weren’t that well-made. I’ve always coveted a pair of Sennheisers, but they were always a little outside of what I wanted to spend at the time. When I was really young, I even played around with a crude wireless headset that used a loop antenna to broadcast an audio signal - meaning I ran hundreds of feet of cable around my house so I could listen to music anywhere within that loop. My brother had a pair of classic AKG 240s that I liked, but I mostly made do with smaller portable headphones in the age of the Walkman, the mp3 player (I bought my first unbranded one in Hong Kong on a family trip) and finally the iPod. I had a string of JVC and Sony headphones (some of which got passed down to Puck to be used up and destroyed) before I finally spent some bucks for the Bose headphones.

The most interesting pair of headphones was in my last full-blown home theater in Houston, a wireless set of off-ear Sonys that used an infrared transmitter decoding a Dolby Digital signal and simulating it using a multi-driver open-air earphone. I had two headsets so two people could watch and listen to movies in surround sound in almost complete silence, yet still hear any interruptions. I also found that one overseas and I can't find anything like it today. I think today's headphone junkies prefer to block out external sounds with fully enclosed earcups.

Although I disdain Bose as a brand (the joke when I used to sell stereos was “No highs, no lows, must be a Bose”) their noise cancellation circuitry in their headphones is impressive. I’ve invited many of my co-workers to try them on, just to see the wide-eyed reaction when they realize how quiet it can be if you eliminate noise, as if you were in a recording studio. And while the fidelity is adequate for casual iPod listening, the actual musical performance is just mediocre. The best feature is that the music comes from that inky black silence afforded by the noise-cancelling, just like my first experience with the compact disc many years ago.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Tony Awards 2014

Friday night I finally got to meet up with my dear friend Agnieszka and meet her boyfriend Mike at their new home in Cranbury. It's a gorgeous historical house with three bedrooms and one-and-a-half baths, but they plan to renovate it into a four bedroom, two-and-a-half bath someday. They've only been in the house for three weeks so it's still a work in progress, but it's already a lovely space with much of Agnieszka's collection of vintage bric-a-brac on display. Even the modern gas range is modeled after an old-fashioned coal-burning unit.



Since I was so late getting back to the city, I stopped by the MMMM and saw Kiwi for a bit before making my way home.

Saturday Liz and I met up for dinner at The Counter to have some made-to-order hamburgers and catch up - it's been nearly a month since she and Josh came over for Her at TSMC. Then we walked down to Urban Stages Theater and saw The Tragedy of Dandelion, my second time to sit through this marvelous three-hour play. We chatted with Joan and Bruce, and with Kacey and Azizi after the show. Liz also knows the playwright, Duncan, whom I met briefly at the PIT once.

Afterwards, Liz and I walked up to TSMC to meet Josh, stopping at a few souvenir shops so Liz could buy some prizes for her Tony Awards viewing party on Sunday. The three of us met up at the apartment and chatted for a while until it was time for them to get home.

Sunday I had a whirlwind day of three events in a row. First was Lori's singing recital on East 87th Street, then I went home directly after to make peanut sesame noodles for Liz's party. I packed up the noodles and went out to Williamsburg for Classic Album Sundays, which was playing The Cure's bestselling album, "Disintegration."

Then I zoomed all the way back up to East 88th Street for the Tony Awards party and got there right in the middle of Hugh Jackman's opening number. Guapo was suitably dressed for the occasion:


Even though I was in a room full of theater nerds, I managed to pick 10 correct winners, second behind the other Michelle (17) and Liz (15), winning me a souvenir shot glass for a prize. Liz also made a tasty shepherd's pie, and there were Oreo cheesecake cupcakes and an assortment of cookies from Smackery's (the bacon maple cookies were my favorite!).

Monday night Piper came over and we had dinner at the Playwright Tavern on 45th and 7th Ave and watched The Blues Brothers at TSMC. She also brought me some household things she was giving away on Facebook, and we also had a nice catchup (it's been about six weeks since our last visit, although we chat online often).

Tonight is my recovery night before Katie B's event on Thursday and meeting up with Angel and Lillian on Friday. I thought I was getting sick yesterday, but it seems to have gone away now, although my allergies are still troublesome. Judging from the noises in the office, I'm not the only one who's suffering though.

Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Finding courage

Last Tuesday night’s Open Love NY meeting was our best-attended ever, with about 65 people give or take, most of them fans of our speaker. She’s a blogger and contributor to Psychology Today, and she presented a lot of data and research about different relationship styles and the differences between sexes and orientations.

When I opened the meeting on Tuesday, I rattled off the usual privacy and safe space rules, and then I went off-script and rambled a bit on my thoughts about the Memorial Day shooting in UCSB, and how it relates to my passion for the national polyamory movement. I didn't have anything prepared, just an idea that probably came out of my mouth a lot better than it sounded in my head because when I finished I got a nice ovation from the audience. So I resolved to put the ideas down and this post on my public blog is the result. It’s gotten positive reviews on Facebook and it’s slowly spreading its way around the Internet.

Thursday Natalia and I finished up Season Four of Downton Abbey, and it was a marvelous ending, especially compared to the ending of Season Three. We had dinner at Larb Ubol, a Thai restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen, and we ordered a grilled tilapia, which is the first time in years for both of us to eat a whole fish.

Friday night I went with a group of friends to see Cabaret, which Puck has been raving about since they saw it. My friend Beth had four table tickets, so I got Lori and Andrea to buy in to see the show. We met up at a Vietnamese place called Cha Pa's Noodles and Grill around the corner from the theater for a bite, and then rushed over when it started to drizzle. The show was amazing and entertaining (Lori sang “Maybe This Time” from the show, and Cole Porter’s “So In Love” at her last recital I attended), although I felt Michelle Williams was a bit of a weak spot in the cast. Alan Cumming, who played Nightcrawler in X2: X-Men United and was the pansexual emcee of the show, was terrific, as advertised.


However, the night was not lacking in star power because after the show Andrea spotted fellow X-Man star Hugh Jackman sitting at the table way in front of us near the stage and getting a stage tour as we all looked on. The night was also not lacking in drama from the audience, because during the quiet breakup scene a HUGE row erupted from the mezzanine as a couple got into a loud, nasty fight and literally screamed at each other all the way out the door without any regard for the performance going on. Andrea looked at me and whispered, “Is this part of the show?” and I shook my head. We all gave kudos to the actors for staying focused and in the scene while this kerfuffle was happening.

Saturday I had my picnic in the park with Illona. We had near-perfect weather and we had a long, relaxed conversation about friends, communities, religion and relationships. We discovered a fancy grocery store going from the park to the subway so I picked up a few things. This is a really good walk to do any evening when the weather is nice. There's even some art sculptures along the way, but they have a tendency to get moved around.

Saturday night Puck came to visit from Boston. I was working at my desk with my earphones on (because of all the sirens outside) when they came in, so they completely startled me and I let out a scream like I’ve never done before! And that is why I don’t watch horror movies. We continued our reading of "Matilda" before bed, and the next morning we went to Ess-a-Bagel for brunch. We came home and watched The Grandmaster before heading up to City Center to meet their family, who was taking them to a performance that afternoon before they head back to Boston. I took a leisurely stroll around Midtown before ending up back home for the rest of the evening.

Monday night was Shotz, but none of the usual crowd could make it. I had to work late, so I’m fortunate not to have made plans for the early show. I went straight from the train station to the theater for the 8:30 pm show – the theme was “It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s SHOTZ!” The conditions were 1) Something is in peril; 2) Someone has a secret identity; and 3) The line “Kapow” must be used.

My favorite for kitsch was the first one, about a pacifist superhero named Azure Mist being betrayed by the police commissioner who wants a more aggressive approach to crime. For laughs, the second play was the funniest, about two zebras, one gay, one lesbian, being asked to breed by their ingratiating zookeeper, who gets his comeuppance from a pair of undercover PETA activists.

The fourth play was an audience participation piece where people were asked to come up and “do something brave” with a cast member. The first pair did a shot of liquor, the second pair exchanged shirts (interestingly, they were both wearing black lace bras), the third pair exchanged a passionate kiss (two women, btw) and the fourth audience member got her face painted green.

The point was that we can all have courage in our daily lives (they all put on crusader masks at the end) and it wasn't lost on me since I feel like such a coward now for not raising my hand. I need to be better at letting art inspire me and not being just an observer all the time.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Love is the ultimate renewable resource

There are many courses of action that have been proposed in the wake of the California shootings and most of them have merit. Gun control, anti-misogyny measures, better mental health care, setting good examples for our sons, men speaking out to support women – the list goes on.

However, in the words of Albert Einstein, “Problems cannot be solved by the same level of thinking that created them.” By the same token, if patriarchal attitudes are the root of the problem, we can’t expect a patriarchal society to solve it.

Many people see the core issue of Elliot Rodgers’ manifesto, and the reason he decided to act as he did, as being male entitlement to women’s bodies or attentions, which is just one of the more extreme attitudes that can arise with male privilege in our patriarchal society. And therein lies the root of the problem with trying to change prevailing attitudes – we live in a society where men hold the power. And no, not all men are actively subordinating women, but consciously and unconsciously enough do that makes any direct change glacially slow, if not impossible.

To me, however, there is another fundamental issue this tragedy highlights: the idea that love between individuals is a commodity, like gold or pork bellies; something to be gained, held and jealously protected from others who seek to “steal” it from us. That is the basic premise of traditional monogamy – that all our romantic and sexual love must reside within our relationship with one and only one other person. To share that love outside the relationship by definition invalidates it, and all other romantic attachments are viewed as either leading to monogamy or viewed as suspect, if not forbidden entirely. This is the model that most of us grew up with and it works fine for a lot of people. But newer generations of people are starting to see the concept of love as a lifelong, exclusive commitment to one other person for what it is – a choice instead of the rule.

We live in an increasingly resource-constrained world, and in fact, my day job is helping to promote renewable energy, something that I’m paid for and proud to do. I view love as the ultimate renewable resource, as abundant as the sun that powers millions of my company’s solar panels each day. We as human beings are capable of loving more than one person, just the way we can love more than one parent, child or friend. It is only our society that tells us that falling in love with someone means we must not love, nor be able to love, another.

So what if we approached our relationships with the attitude that love is not a scarce commodity, but rather an abundant renewable resource? What if, like ancient Persian and Sanskrit, we had 80 different words to describe the different qualities and valences of communal and erotic feeling, instead of just the single four-letter word available to us now? What if we had titles for people who make up our intentional family besides husband, wife and spouse?

I've spent the last six years of my life figuring out the different dimensions of this idea, and the last four actively crusading for awareness of polyamory and open relationship styles. I truly believe that if we can foster more ways to love each other, this world will be a better place for everybody.

Do I think polyamory is the answer to preventing shooting rampages? Certainly not in the short term. In fact, it may cause women more problems by making the “I have a boyfriend” excuse for deflecting attention a little less effective. But as many people have said, the whole reason that excuse is effective – that men respect each other’s “territory” more than they respect a woman’s own agency to decide for herself – is itself objectionable and a symptom of the greater problem.

My advocacy for polyamory is playing the long game, imagining how the world might be different generations from now. Also, I’m thinking about how we can change things by subverting, rather than directly challenging the patriarchy. Relationship choice is something that every individual has total control over without the need to pass laws or change how others behave outside of their direct interactions with you. You can decide for yourself if you want to change your own concept of love from one of scarcity to one of abundance.

Polyamorous relationships are subversive to the status quo because they force you to examine your own feelings and the motivations behind your behavior toward your partner. They also require constant, honest communication and are based on continually obtaining consent from all parties. So instead of relationships being goal-oriented, poly relationships continuously grow and evolve over time, possibly including a legal marriage, but also possibly including new partners and negotiating relationships that are custom-tailored to each individual situation. In short, polyamory shifts responsibility for personal happiness and fulfillment away from the relationship itself and puts it on each individual, giving everyone their own agency to create whatever relationships they desire.

There’s a reason why many of the leaders in the modern polyamory movement are women. While the idea of polygamy (one man, many women) has been around for a long time and is still practiced in some cultures, the idea of polyandry (one woman, many men) is much less prevalent. So the idea of polyamory (any number of partners of any gender) is the ultimate expression of sexual equality, completing the sexual revolution that started with the advent of birth control by giving women more control over how to satisfy their romantic and sexual desires in an ethical way.

That’s also why it’s easier to sell an idea like polyamory on an individual level – people who struggle with monogamy find the idea appealing, and the divorce rate in this country suggests that it’s a large population. It’s something that’s actionable today, as opposed to, say, changing how you raise your sons or fighting misogyny in general. That’s not to say those things aren’t necessary or important – we need people fighting on all fronts, for short and long term goals, to fully address this problem.

As I often say at the beginning of meetings for Open Love NY, the group I helped to establish in 2009, we are not looking to “turn the world poly,” just as the gay rights movement isn’t trying to turn the world gay (despite what opponents might say). But simply by making open relationships a visible and viable option for everyone, we’re striking a blow against the idea that anyone can “own” another person, or that anyone can “expect” love from another person, whether they are in a relationship or not.

Today, we are still working on making it safe for same-sex couples to love one another, but at least we can see that day approaching. The next step in our society’s diversity evolution is to make it safe for all forms of love between consenting adults. Anyone new to the idea of polyamory will probably question how successful it can be for the general population, and they would be right to do so.

Poly isn’t easy. It takes a lot of work, but at least there is the promise of a more honest and joyful life as an incentive for people to learn about it. And ultimately, I believe that positivity will be a more effective catalyst for change than browbeating and shaming people. If we create more ways for people to find and experience love, then we will be one step closer to a world where we will never again have to witness senseless acts of violence fueled by hatred and disrespect.


Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Graduation days

It doesn't feel much like it, but I'm at the end of a six-day vacation weekend tonight - I took the last three days of last week off to attend the graduations of Natalia and Puck.

Tuesday night I brought a birthday cake to Katie M's apartment for our women's group meeting - it's the first time I've been there, and it will be the last since she's moving out of there this week. We had a nice group turnout, including two new members. I actually had a full 27 candles on her tiny cake, plus two more for the big 2 and 7 candles - it took about four tries for her to blow them all out.



Wednesday I worked a little in the morning, getting people used to the idea that I wasn't actually working (I don't take many vacation days, so there's an adjustment period) and then headed up to the Beacon Theater with a bouquet of flowers for Natalia's graduation from Columbia University's School of Social Work, where she received her MSW degree.

Afterwards, Kat, Natalia, Melissa, Matt and I went to have an early dinner at Sarabeth's West, a lovely little seafood place near Papacookie on the Upper West Side. I had the prix fixe lobster special, which was a spicy spaghetti served with shrimp and lobster, a Caesar salad and a chocolate tart for dessert.


Thursday I took the train out to Nearing and worked for about an hour before driving Yoshi out to Stony Brook University for possibly the last time (unless Puck wants to take me to a homecoming, but somehow I doubt that will happen). We had lunch at a charming cafe in Port Jefferson, then went back to Cat Mansion to pack some boxes for Puck's move to Boston, where they will be spending the summer at an internship.

In the evening Puck dressed in the cap and gown of a college graduate, adding Phi Beta Kappa cords to signify their membership in that august honor society, and a plastic Dalek adorning their mortarboard for the honors convocation. They received their gold academic stole to signify their summa cum laude status for highest academic honors.


After the ceremony we went to Carrabba's for a late dinner, where we enjoyed the traditional Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream they fly in from Texas every day on a hot apple tart and also with candied pecans.


The next morning we woke up early to attend the Linguistics ceremony with Puck's parents, grandmother, sister Ella and niece Maya. After that, we went to the football stadium for the full graduating class of over 5,000 students. As I sat in the stands, I recalled the exciting finish of one of the first SBU football games I attended versus Brown University ("SBU football, Thriller and Rosh Hashanah" - September 22, 2009). Luckily, the rain held off until after the ceremonies were done, but then it came down like cats and dogs!

We ended up going to a seafood joint called The Steam Room for lunch, a casual place with a view of Long Island Sound at the ferry terminal. I rode that ferry when I visited for Humans vs. Zombies on SBU campus back in 2010 ("HvZ at SBU" - October 18, 2010), one of our more memorable college visits that are now a thing of the past. 

I left after lunch to make my way back to Princeton to drop off Yoshi and take the train home, but since it was early rush hour on a holiday Friday, it took five hours to get there, and then I had to walk a half-hour from Nearing to the train station, so I didn't actually get home until after 11 pm. That was a really long day, but it was nice to be a part of Puck's important rite of passage in a place that has been the scene for a lot of our ups and downs, including our transition into frubbles ("Fourth anniversary" - October 7, 2012).

Saturday I spent the whole day recovering from all the traveling, then met up with Beth to see Kacey and Joan's play, "The Tragedy of Dandelion" that included an talkback afterward. I didn't realize I had met the playwright, Duncan, at the PIT once - he's a good friend of Liz's. Joan's husband Bruce was there doing tech and lighting, and Chelsea showed up too, so we sat together in the front row, and my OLNY competition director/friend Melissa appeared late and sat next to Beth. Revay, a musician I met at the Whimsy party, opened the play, which was very good - the first half was excellent, while the second half was a little less so. But it was a very accomplished play and enjoyable overall, and in fact I'm going to try and see it again with other people before it closes on June 8.

Sunday was Katie M's birthday brunch where I got to meet many of her friends whom she talks about but I've never met - Jasmine, Kiersten, Gabe, and her new roommate Amy. We had brunch at Gracie's Corner and then we went up to the rooftop of Katie's old apartment building, Post Toscano, which boasts sweeping views of Queens and the Upper East Side.



Sunday evening I met up with my friend Angel to attend a queer women's "Meet Your First Kiss" party at the Delancey. We had dinner at Yunnan Kitchen around the corner from the bar, and one of Angel's friends Ronni joined us late. We met up with two more friends, Monica and Elisha at the party. Even though it was great catching up with Angel and her friends are nice, this was so not my thing so I didn't stay very long. It was fun watching Angel make out on camera with a woman she met on the dance floor at the party. There was also a kissing contest and a kissing booth ($3 a kiss) which obviously I didn't partake in.


Anyhoo, I had another quiet day today of laundry and cleaning before going out in the late afternoon to Battery Park City to meet up with Kacey and Becker for dinner at Shake Shack and to watch the next X-Men movie. I was a little disappointed in the movie, but it was lovely to see my friends and stroll outside in the park (I saw Kacey briefly at the Saturday night play, but she was working of course). 

You know what's interesting about this week? I think I've met more people and added more Facebook friends than I can ever remember before in a six-day period. Sometimes I should stretch myself, but I'll always snap back to my introverted form eventually.

Monday, May 19, 2014

The most beautiful thing in the world

I had a beautiful 24 hours with Puck, the closest to a perfect day I've had in several years. Our friends Diana and Ed were celebrating their life commitment Saturday night so I volunteered to make some canapes. Puck was coming into the city with Adele to see Cabaret, starring Alan Cumming and Michelle Williams. Puck and I were also preparing for Sunday’s day-long date they gifted me as a New Year’s present.

Saturday I went down to Chinatown to buy ingredients for Diana's event and Sunday’s dinner. I had decided to make Lincoln Logs for the party, a recipe I’d created for my Oscar Party 2013 (a pun on Spielberg’s Best Picture nominated presidential biopic), which are Chinese sausages and green onions on toothpicks, dipped in hoisin sauce, a plum-based savory Chinese sauce.

Diana and Ed’s party was at the Gemini & Scorpio loft in Brooklyn, a large room with a stage, an outdoor rooftop patio and a playpen about the size of two queen-size beds for cuddling. The program started with some ecstatic dance and then the couple was brought to the center of the room in a tantric position and many of us took turns saying blessings over them and sprinkling them with rose petals. Puck had the honor of the first words; I delivered the penultimate blessing. Mine went something like this:

"Ed and Diana, you both inspire all of us, and your love is an inspiration to the world. And whether you are a scientist, a mystic, or a poet, love is the most important and beautiful thing in the world. Thank you for sharing your love with this community."

There were about 100 people at the celebration, and I really admire what Diana and Ed have done with their community of polys, burners, kinksters, queers, artists, activists and many other groups. Their family and community is so much larger than mine, but I'm happy to be a part of it. I build my community on a much smaller scale, but then I haven't been at it for very long.

After all the blessings there was a series of performance art with storytelling, rapping, singing and poetry reading (including Puck’s performance of their love poem, “They Set Fires”). After that it was DJs and dancing until 4 am, but we left shortly after the performances since we had a big day planned for Sunday.


Sunday we woke up and headed down Broadway to try our luck at the ticket lotteries. We had a plan to try for three different lotteries back to back to back - Kinky Boots, Matilda and If/Then - but we ended up winning at Kinky Boots right off the bat! In fact, they drew every name entered because they had so many lottery tickets ($37 each) available, which is a far cry from the last time we tried the lottery with Perri and Katie B. I guess the show has dwindled in popularity, and it was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, so people probably wanted to be outside. So we didn't need to spend very much time at all drawing lotteries, meaning we could take the rest of the day at a leisurely pace.




While we waited for the show to start, we walked down to 34th Street so I could shop for some white sneakers for summer. After visiting three stores without success, we were headed back up to the Ninth Avenue Food Festival to grab a bite when we found the right pair at a Payless Shoes along the way. It's rather funny thinking back on it, because Kinky Boots is about the underserved niche market of drag queens needing footwear. Finding size 12 and 13 women's shoes in most shoe stores is a quixotic task.

Our seats were partially obstructed view, but they were in the boxes, so they were really good - better than the ones I got for rush tickets when Liz and I went last year. Here's the view we had: 


I think because of the better view, I was much more emotionally engaged this time than the first time I saw the play with Liz. The climactic scenes brought me to tears and I enjoyed everything about the play more, with the exception of the recasting of the role of Lauren, which was played by Annaleigh Ashford to great comedic effect in the original cast.

After the play, we went to the grocery store to get some more ingredients for dinner and we ran into our friend Dave on the street - he's recently moved from Roosevelt Island into his own place in Hell's Kitchen. He says it's hard being an adult, but I guess we all have to get there someday. What are the odds of us running into someone we both know?

After dropping off our groceries, we picked up a few things for a picnic in Central Park. We entered at 92nd Street and found a nice patch of grass near the reservoir, spread out a blanket, had a bite and started taking turns reading Roald Dahl's "Matilda." As the sun started to go down, we walked through the park and got on the subway at 86th Street to head back to TSMC.

Puck made a dinner of lamb and sweet potato curry stew and couscous, and we took turns giving each other massages with lavender oil as the stew simmered on the stove. We had dinner and watched Matthew Bourne's reimagination of Tchaikovsky's ballet Sleeping Beauty (with vampires!) on PBS Great Performances that I've been saving on my DVR. Puck has been taking ballet this semester so it was an opportune time to watch it together.

All in all, this was about the most fun-filled weekend I've had in a long time. Puck had even more excitement than I did, seeing two musical shows in two days with two of their favorite people (I'm presuming). Now I have a quick two-day work week before I take off Wednesday through Tuesday for graduation ceremonies and the Memorial Day holiday!

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Staying connected

It's been an up and down week since my last post. Work has been more manageable and I've had good energy to do more things with my friends.

Last Saturday I worked for a few hours editing a bylined article before going out in the evening. Victoria invited me to her birthday party at Brother Jimmy's barbecue for dinner and some skeeball. I gave her a bouquet of flowers with a splash of blue that reminded me of her hair (she's a platinum blonde with an electric blue streak in her bangs). I met two of Victoria's closest friends, (Ashley and Emily) whom I'd seen at Liz's holiday party last year, plus the Michelle who gave Liz and me the backstage tour of Matilda. Liz and Josh were also there, and I enjoyed watching the two of them go at it head-to-head at skeeball. I love seeing my friends in love - it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.


Sunday I went out to Williamsburg for Classic Album Sundays, which featured Neil Young's album Harvest, which I've never heard, although I know the song "Heart of Gold" (surprisingly, his only number one hit). I really wanted to get away from the computer to avoid seeing all the Mother's Day reminders, which I find annoying since that's not a thing for me. Also, CAS has moved to a new location and they have different equipment, so I was interested to see how it sounds. It didn't blow me away because I'm not a fan of horn speakers (the setup was Klipsch speakers and subwoofers, powered by McIntosh amplification) but it was still impressive.


Monday night was Poly Cocktails. It was also a treat to see Jennifer again, who has been back and forth from the UK. She made a point to say she appreciates my Facebook posts, even though she doesn't comment on them. I also reconnected with a same-sex couple who are raising a 3-year-old in New Jersey and talked with my favorite tattoo artist, Jessie.

As I was making my way out, I bumped into Chelsea so we left together and started walking to the subway. Since she was walking home (she lives about a 10-minute walk away on St. Mark's), I walked with her to catch up on her life. When we got to her door we were still talking so we went across the street to the Pinkberry for a drink and ended up talking for about an hour about all kinds of things.

Tuesday night Amanda was throwing a going-away party on the eve of leaving for Los Angeles for the summer. She was one of the photographers at Kacey's wedding, which is how we met. She was making vegan tacos, which I found intriguing. Although we haven't seen each other since the wedding, I like a lot of Amanda's Facebook posts and I had an extra bottle of wine in the fridge, so I went to say goodbye for the summer. Chelsea was there early helping out, and Lourdes was working on a paper while enjoying the party, but nearly everyone else was new to me.

One guy came up to me and said he thought I was either a doctor or a novelist. I wondered what was it about me that conjured such disparate professions. He said I had an air of authority about me. It's not the first time that's been said about me. Sometimes I feel like I have an imperious nature, but other times I feel like a goofball. I think when I have my shields up around new people, it comes across as my being aloof or dignified.

I had a recovery day on Wednesday before having a friend date with Katie M on Thursday. We had dinner at an Ethiopian restaurant (her first) on the west side and then walked through Riverside Park South from 47th to 68th Street, stopping several times along the way to look at the water, the lone star visible in the sky, the lights on the Jersey shore across the Hudson and the soft glow of Manhattan in the misty fog that night. We went out to the end of a long pier into the middle of the Hudson and talked about our friends and growing up, and our various relationship pitfalls - all the things we normally talk about. I'm really grateful for our friendship and I look forward to celebrating her birthday with our poly women's group next week, and possibly helping her move to a new apartment next Saturday.

During the day on Thursday I did an interview with the New York Post and the story ran today, causing an avalanche of interviews for Leon with 1010 WINS news radio, CBS, Channel 7 News, and the New York Daily News. It's been a windfall of coverage for Open Love NY, but it's also put an extra level of stress and activity on me to help coordinate these interview. Plus, all the chatter on Facebook and the flood of new people joining the group has required my attention as well. But it's all pretty positive stuff, so I'm not complaining.

The most amusing and annoying thing to come out of having my name in the New York Post was that I was propositioned by email:

Hi Mischa, how are you? I really like your photo in the Post. Would you be open to meeting a nice Asian guy for hooking up one-on-one, possibly?

oops I think you are a lesbian and not into guys...

.. but if I am wrong, please get back! thanks

I'm not interested in hook-ups, but I am interested in seeing where my photo appeared in the Post. Can you send me a link to it? I would be most grateful!

uh.. oops!  I guess I triangulated to find your picture (which I liked).  Could you possibly refer me to any female friends of yours who are seeking hookup?  Thanks and good article

While I'm flattered that you like my photo, you should know that polyamory and Open Love NY is not about hooking up or easy sex. It's about engaging in honest, open and loving relationships, sometimes with multiple partners, but always with full disclosure. The Post was very sensational and misleading in its coverage, so I don't blame you for the confusion :)

Best of luck to you!

Yes, i know OPLV is not a hookup club, but that is definitely what I seek...  If you happen to know anybody, I would really appreciate it!  Seriously, please send them my way.  Thanks again, and nice picture

oops.  I meant OLNY

So there you have it. If you're looking for a hook-up, I got you covered.

Tonight Liz and Josh came over to watch Her with me for TSMC. I made some steamed pork buns and Liz brought some extra wine from her event at the Park Avenue Armory and we had a wonderful time together. I feel so blessed to have people in my life who care about me and want to spend time with me. I haven't always had such people in my life, so I never want to take it for granted.

Friday, May 09, 2014

A different kind of Blue

Last night I finally found enough time to sit down and watch the three-hour film of Blue is the Warmest Color, based on the graphic novel I finished reading recently. I’d heard some mixed reviews about it from friends, but I’d consciously avoided reading any reviews about it, as I normally do for movies I know I’m going to see eventually. That was probably a very good decision in this case.

First of all, I really liked the film. It followed the book very closely, which I’d heard was not the case. The ending is different, but not in a way that I find objectionable. It’s a typically ambiguous French ending, recognizing that even after great upheavals happen life goes on.

I think a lot of people focus on the sex in this movie and try to dissect its authenticity or the director’s agency. There is certainly a role for that kind of critical analysis in film but for me, it typically comes after repeated viewings. On a first viewing, especially for a love story, I want to watch with an open heart. To me, film is an art form that deserves to be considered as a personal statement by the director, although I recognize that is naive when you consider how many people are involved in financing and creating a studio film (including the original author, in this case).

Anyway, the purpose of this blog is not film studies, but rather to filter through my personal lens of life experience. Watching the early part of the movie when Adele is in high school, it made me wonder how differently I would have turned out if I’d grown up a girl. I wonder what kind of people would have been my friends, and how we would have influenced each other. The role of Adele’s parents was greatly diminished from the book, but I think in my alternate reality, they would have been a much bigger part of my life.

The movie focused on the great love between Adele and Emma, and of course I related it to the one between me and Tara. The love itself may not last, but the impact it has on our lives almost always does. Maybe that’s why love can be so scary sometimes. People often fear change – when things are going well, we fear losing the good things we have; when things are bad, we fear them getting worse.

For myself, I hope for change. Without change, I feel stagnant and what’s worse, I feel myself getting more and more comfortable with stagnation. I’m always hopeful that each day will bring an opportunity to discover something new (part of the reason why I blog about such minutiae, so I can recognize when important things happen, even if they don't seem that important at the time). Last month, Puck and I were walking in Brooklyn late at night after visiting Hancock Street (Rijard and Miriam’s place) and we spontaneously burst into singing “Something’s Coming” from West Side Story. I love that feeling that Tony sings about, the feeling that something is just around the corner, waiting for me.

As a love story, Blue hit it out of the park for me. I strongly identified with the moments of connection, the crazy passion of not being able to keep hands off each other, and the suffering post-breakup. The scene where Adele goes back to their park bench was heartbreaking.

I didn't really care about the sex scenes very much. I thought they were tastefully done, and they were in balance the other scenes of dinners, work and life in general. Unduly focusing on them for criticism probably says more about the critic than the filmmaker. For me, sex and love are two very different things. I can live without the first but not the second.

I know this is probably a point where a lot of people disagree, but I really liked all the business with Adele’s hair. I enjoyed seeing how she changed the way she wore it and cared for it as she grew older. It was like a whole separate character in the movie. Again, this has more to do with how my own life experience is different than most people’s.

I think most of all I liked the way the movie captured the feeling of longing, of passion and of connectedness that people feel when they are in love, especially in a first real love. What a powerful yet ephemeral feeling it is! Movies like this remind me that such feelings are possible, something I never want to forget. Even if I’m never again in the position to experience them firsthand, just that reminder is important to sustain my view of the world.

Tuesday, May 06, 2014

Working weekend

Echoing the trend lately, work has been unrelenting lately. Tonight is earnings night, a quarterly occurrence at all publicly traded companies where we inform Wall Street on how we did for the previous three-month period. It's not particularly difficult work; it just requires me to be on call to make any necessary changes to the press release up until the time it goes on the wire in the morning. Unfortunately, that means I had to miss Shotz tonight for the first time in almost a year. To make matters worse, Kristina said it was a good show too, celebrating Shotzo de Mayo.

I also had to work for a few hours last night from about 9:30 pm until finally going to bed at 12:30 am, writing talking points for my CEO's appearance at a big conference next week. I got a rough draft together and then polished it this morning.

Obviously I wish I didn't have to work such long hours, but at the same time, I feel lucky that I have a job that not only supports my New York City lifestyle (although I'm hardly a spendthrift) but also gives me the personal satisfaction of helping to spread my CEO's message to inspire a clean energy revolution. It's an important mission that deserves my best work. So if that means a few late nights and missed shows, I don't feel as badly as maybe I would if I were working for a company solely focused on profits.

And that's not to say I didn't have some fun this weekend. Saturday I work up relatively early for Free Comic Book Day. I picked up a couple bags of comics from Midtown Comics and breakfast from McDonald's before returning home. In the evening I went out with Kacey, Becker, Illona and her husband Tom to see Tracks at Dixon Place, a show of acrobatic dancers by a group called Lava that Illona takes classes with in Brooklyn. It was an interesting and fun show with aerial work, tumbling and modern dance elements. I especially liked a performance with two dancers who sang a duet while hanging from a trapeze, accompanied by an electric guitar and two backup vocalists. It was a beautiful song - I wish I had a recording of it.

After the show, we all walked over to the Sugar Sweet Sunshine bakery for a snack - that's where Kacey and Becker got their wedding cupcakes - and chatted for while before walking Illona and Tom to their subway station. The three of us took a short detour to do some grocery shopping before I walked with them back to their West Village apartment and took the subway home.

Sunday I went out to the music store and bought a couple CDs and the movie Shopgirl on DVD. Josh texted me and we met up to see Captain America: Winter Soldier, which I enjoyed very much. Now I can continue watching episodes of Marvel's Agents of SHIELD because those plotlines cross each other and I've been keeping episodes on my DVR until I could get to see the movie. So even though I had to come back from the movie and work, it was a pretty nice, relaxing weekend, and after tonight, it should slow down a bit at work after earnings is done.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Never Let Me Go

Sunday night I watched Never Let Me Go, a movie that looked intriguing when it was in theaters in 2010 but I never had a chance to see until now. It affected me deeply, possibly more than any other movie I've seen this year. Maybe it's because of the introspective space I've been in lately.

First of all, it's a visually gorgeous film. It's one of those films that communicates so much in the quiet spaces, giving each significant moment its full attention. It reminded me of my original impressions of Lars and the Real Girl and of Shopgirl several years ago.

I love how the young actors so closely resemble their adult counterparts, not just physically, but in their mannerisms - especially Carey Mulligan (The Great Gatsby) and Isobel Meilkle-Small (Snow White and the Huntsman) who play the role of Kathy. Mulligan's performance is just outstanding and she's in practically every scene of the movie.

So the movie is about the preciousness of life and the truth of our mortality. It's also about real love and deep regret. It's basically the same message as Tammy's play we honored on Tuesday, "The Three of Us." Both reinforce one of my core beliefs, that love is love no matter how long we have together. No one has any control over how long we have on this earth. We have to be open to love because we may only have a few chances to find it, and any amount of time we have will be too short when we do.

I saw a lot of myself in the character of Kathy - highly sensitive, introverted, being very careful not to spoil the happiness of others. And maybe that means I miss opportunities to find love, although nothing specific comes to mind. But what I do know is that if we only wait for others to approach us, we may never find the person or persons we really want to be with. That's not to say I'm going to sign up for an OKCupid account - I still believe that love finds us, not the other way around. All I require of myself is to live an open and honest life. Whatever love manages to find me, I will welcome it with open arms.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

A weekend to recharge

I've been pushing really hard this past week, so this weekend has been a welcome breather for me. Of course I've been working on the Unchained Love event, which went off as well as I could have hoped (see the playwright blog at www.olnyplay.blogspot.com for details). The only thing that got crossed up were the defective birthday candles that Piper valiantly tried to light but couldn't get them to ignite. Just goes to show that you never know how things can go wrong....but surprising Kacey with the cake was a memorable highlight for me.

The other significant thing about Tuesday was that my friend Jennifer from work showed up, the first time anyone from work has entered the queer/poly bubble I inhabit in the city. Of course Jennifer has met Puck a couple times, but she's never been to a poly event with me. But since Jennifer is my emergency contact - bridging the gap between my work and personal lives - it's probably a good thing that she sees a little of what I'm about. The look she gave me when she saw my new haircut was priceless! Since I'd had it for three days, I'd forgotten it was new, so I was wondering what the look was about at first.

So after my dinner with Ria, I had to work a few more hours until about 11:30 pm Wednesday night, and then I had extra work tossed on me Thursday afternoon that put me behind and meant I had to work until my last train on Thursday and then continue working at home until 1:30 am. I got permission to stay home Friday so I got up at 7:30 am and worked until 9:30 am before I turned that particular assignment in. Then I worked my usual workday from home Friday, and went out to see Liz's play, "Dutch Heart of Man" with Katie M and Andrea in the evening.

Katie and I had dinner at a Mexican cantina before the play, which was interesting and entertaining, but I didn't much care for the ending when it took a really dark turn. Afterward we went to Dublin, a bar and restaurant, for an opening night cast party. As a sponsor of Animus Theater company, I got two free drinks, so I got a Kopparberg Pear Cider and got Katie a Stella. I'm only making note because the pear cider was so good! We didn't stay too late since I was pretty tired from my week.

Saturday Kristina and I met up to try the ticket lottery for "Hedwig and the Angry Itch" but no luck. On our way to get a bite at Schnipper's Kitchen, we bumped into Kacey on 44th Street. She was with actress Diana Oh and another guy - they had been shooting photos. After Schnipper's we tried the lottery at Matilda but struck out again, so we returned to TSMC and watched the Miyazaki film From Up on Poppy Hill and The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I'm rather sad that Kristina is going to be moving to Chicago in March, but I guess that's a long way away yet.

Today I've been doing a lot of walking around looking for a new pair of earphones or replacement tips for my old ones. I also went down to Chinatown for groceries and stopped at a Vietnamese bakery for a bahn mi and some shrimp chips. Then at my local grocery store, I bumped into Liz's friend Margueritte (one of the Fishkill apple picking gang), making it two days in a row that I've randomly encountered a friend on the street. Every time this happens, as rarely as it does, it always makes me feel a little more like this city is truly my home.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Songs of Annie Lennox

Feeling a bit exhausted today after suffering through allergies, working late on my CEO Report for the upcoming Board of Directors meeting, and then a lot of work on the Unchained Love Playwright Competition. I did a run of show for the event, and a press release announcing the directors and actors that I'll put out tomorrow. It's like having two jobs, but without the extra pay. But I'm excited about the event, and I think I might have a surprise or two up my sleeve as well. Either way, I'm definitely going to be relieved when it's all over.

So tonight I was thinking about how much Annie Lennox I've been listening to lately. A friend of mine posted the question on Facebook, "What the sexiest song you know?" Among all the more sexually explicit songs was this gem off the 1992 Diva album, "Money Can't Buy It." It is not only a sexy song, it's also a very sexy video, with a two-and-a-half minute opening without a single cut. It's such an incredibly intimate and challenging take.



Of course, my own addition to the list (along with the entire "Avalon" album from Roxy Music) was one of my favorites, an obscure single that I play for anyone I can get to sit still and listen, "Lovesong for a Vampire" from the soundtrack to Bram Stoker's Dracula. I actually found this song by buying her CD single of "Little Bird" (also from Diva) where it was included as a bonus. If you're listening to it on typical computer speakers, it might not sound like much, but if you have a monstrous, apartment-rattling subwoofer like mine, the "heartbeat" is breathtakingly intense. Plus, it's just a beautiful love song. The video is pretty awful though (unlike the last one) so I can't recommend watching it. Just listen.



I also heard today on my iPod one of her songs from the album "Songs of Mass Destruction" that Tara put on a mix once called "Dark Road." It's a more complex song, full of emotions, and the video mines every bit of it - as coolly intense as she is in "Money Can't Buy It" she's full of emotional fireworks here. It's heartbreaking and breathtaking at the same time.




Tying back to the Great American Songbook that is one of my favorite genres, Annie Lennox also did a cover of Cole Porter's "Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye" for to benefit AIDS/HIV awareness. The video was originally scheduled to have been directed by British director Derek Jarman but he became too unwell to direct at the time of shooting and so Ed Lachlan stepped in. The home movies shown on the screen are those of Derek Jarman as a child.



Finally, here's one of the songs that made it on to my Oscar winning songs sampler CD that I made for the Oscar party in March, the poignant and powerful "Into the West" from 2003's Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. Has it really been 11 years since we saw the Grey Havens?


Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Theater, music and art

It's actually been a pretty busy string of days since my last post about pot roast night. I'll be brief because I just want to catch up but I don't have the energy to really go deep into stuff, although there are a lot of thoughts bouncing around in my head.

Last Tuesday was the highly anticipated launch party for Emily Dawn's online artist collective, Whimsy. It was held in a beautiful Soho apartment large enough to hold about 60 people who attended. I ran into David on the street - we met at Kacey's bachelorette party - because we were both having trouble looking for the address. I met this guy named Robert, and of course the first question he asked me was "What do you do?" After my hackles went back down, I explained to him that that was not the question he wanted to lead with in a crowd like this, and I gave him some pointers on better questions to ask ("What are you passionate about?" How do you want to change the world?" etc.) We talked a bit about polyamory and I left him to fend for himself. He later found me and said my advice was really helpful in meeting people at the party, so I'm glad I was able to keep him from being labeled a toolbag.

There were several performances of music, drama, comedy and a pair of acro yoga practitioners (a flyer and a base) that reminded me of the contortionists in the movie Henry & June (1990), which always reminds me of Papacookie and the other artist collectives that I've been exposed to. You can see Illona in the yellow shirt and Becker behind her, and Joan seated in a white scarf in this video.



Wednesday Piper came over and we had soup dumplings and fried duck at John's Shanghai on 46th Street. We got to talking about horror movies, so we took a detour from our AFI marathon to watch Obsession (1976), a kind of disturbing Brian De Palma remake of Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo.

Friday night I met up with Liz for a late supper in Koreatown before we headed down to the Kraine for the New York Neofuturists performance of "Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind," a Shotz-like performance of short plays where they try to perform 30 plays in 60 minutes. It was an interesting concept and some of the plays were really well done ("Smoke and Mirrors" was a beautiful slow movement of lights being bounced off mirrors through smoke, and another one used smart phones with synchronized videos of each performer in an intricately choreographed display of small screens used together as a single unit.)

Saturday I saw Noah with Illona and we had lunch at Schnipper's. I discovered she is also one of those people who understands touch communications as I do, so it was nice making that connection. I made my eggplant dip and Puck came over so we could go to Rijard and Miriam's place for their performance party. There were vocal/instrumental performances by Emilie Lesbros (voice, guitar), Sean Ali (voice, bass) and Flin van Hemmen (voice, drums), and the end of the night all three combined for an improvisation. I enjoyed Emilie the most - she does amazing things with her voice, and is able to sing and chirp and click at the same time with absolute precision and control - I've never heard anything quite like it. She's going on a European tour for a few months, so I hope she has lots of success.

Sunday I did my laundry and then headed down to the LES to have an early supper with Puck's family before they drove us to Greenpoint, Brooklyn for a documentary shoot about our relationship, part of a series of couples talking about their relationships for an upcoming web site launch. Puck and I sat in front of cameras for an hour talking about our six years together. We drew questions from a pile of index cards to ask each other, such as "When do you feel closest to me?", "What things about me annoy you?" and "What are you afraid to talk with me about?" and our favorite, "Do you want to have children with me?" We both laughed at that one! Some of the tough questions were in red, and we told them to put those in as well. Eventually they had to stop us before we got through the entire deck because we'd run out of our allotted time. The filmmakers said that of the scores of couples they've interviewed for the project, we were the only ones who took up the whole hour, because many people didn't want to open up in front of the cameras, so they would either skip questions or answer them very succinctly. Apparently, there are lot of couples who don't like to be introspective as much as Puck and I do.

To take a little extra time together to debrief, we took the subway together down to Atlantic Avenue so they could get on the LIRR and I took the N track back up to get home. The whole experience was really quite affirming for both of us, and I think we each learned a little something new about each other's perspectives on past events. I think it will help us to be better frubbles with each other in the future.

Kristina and I ventured out in some nasty weather tonight for Shotz, where the theme was "Girls Just Wanna Have Shotz!" a feminist theme. Each play had to pass the Bechdel Test, something had to be destroyed, and the line was, "You don't get to tell me what to do!" The guest company was the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Brooklyn, and the started the show by singing the Shotz theme by LMFAO in three-part harmony, which was hilarious! Then they did a skit where they played polygamous wives, which included going into the audience and slapping nametags that said #HARLOT on people (Kristina and I both got one) and singing a medley of pop songs. I think my favorite play was "Yurtle the Turtle" where a despondent woman calls the phone operator and tells her about a childhood trauma, which causes the operator to call her own childhood classmate and apologize for past hurts. 



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