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In this Yay-for-President s-Day edition of the Stalk: George Clooney, Donald Rumsfeld, Lindsay Lohan, Mariah Carey and R. Kelly, Colin Farrell, Jay-Z, Bruce Willis, Michael Moore, Mandy Moore, Meryl Streep, Ric Ocasek and Paulina Porzikova, Jenna Elfman, John Legend, Michael J. Fox, Joan Collins, Hank Azaria, James Frey, Paul Auster, Chloe Sevigny, Harry Connick Jr, Michael Stipe, Mike Myers, John Turturro, Daria Werbowy, Tony Danza, Judith Miller, Steve Forbes, Michael Easton, and, making a triumphant return, Crazy Stalker s very special Mike Wallace sighting.

Saw George Clooney earlier today filming his latest, 'Michael Clayton', in an alley connecting White and Franklin Streets. in Tribeca. He spent about an hour walking back and forth down the alley, alternating between swinging a baguette around, whimsically goofing off and hugging a small, unidentifiable male child actor. He was very gracious to several passer-by fans, shaking hands and smiling, and even looked up and gave a half wave to someone who screamed "hi George!" from the window of a fourth floor loft.

I can confirm earlier reports that Donald Rumsfeld is a living, breathing human being, though a short one, maybe 5'8" at best. He's here at Bloomberg (where I'm a reporter) to be on Charlie Rose. Secret Service guys in the house, and a dude in full Navy officer's uniform. Rummy tried to cast the evil eye at me as I passed, but I held up my wallet-sized pic of Bill Clinton, and SecDef hissed and held his arm up to cover his eyes.

Lindsay Lohan, wandering eastward on Prince at about 2:45 today (Thursday 2/16). There were a couple of friends with her and I heard one of them make a comment about the bags the street vendors were selling presumably how they looked pretty good for being so cheap. Lindsay replied "Yeah, they are." She is the same in the flesh as is in the photographs - the big shades, the trendy rags, too much red lipstick. Her hair is REALLY BLACK. That's probably why next to nobody recognized her. Soho girls all look the same anyway.

While waiting into the wee hours of the night by the stage door of the Color Purple Broadway show to get my newly purchased soundtrack signed on (2/15), I saw Mariah Carey and R. Kelly exit the doors about Midnight. (They have big bodyguards that blocked any decent shot I could ve gotten of them). Last night (2/16) I went back as I didn't get inked by a few cast mates. Again it was a long wait til about midnight, as R. Kelly didn't get enough face time the night before and decided to make a return trip backstage.

Was waiting for a table at Palm Too (midtown east) when our manager friend, Pick, alerted Katie (my fianc e) that Colin Farrell was eating there tonight. So my party went to go sit down in the other room and the manager took Katie to our table via the kitchen right past his table. When she got to OUR table she was gushing, but wait the story isn t over. The OTHER manager, Gus, came over and informed Katie that Colin wanted to meet her. We all thought it was a joke but Gus wasn t laughing. SO, she went over there leaving me at the table with our friends. About 20 minutes went by, and obviously I was nervous. So I went over there and to my surprise he was very charming as well as his bodyguard and some other guy. I pretty much had to pry her away (after she made a sly comment about his recent internet movie hehe ).

Was at the Warhol Factory X Levi's launch party at Serena under the Chelsea Hotel. Was taking advantage of the free food and drinks and watching this "hired" hippies dance about the place like a bunch of mentally challenged fools. The place was half empty and filled with silver balloons. To my Surprise as I am walking back from the bathroom I run into Jay-Z. He was sporting a khaki color suit only a rapper could pull off. Was much shorter and more jolly looking then one would think of Jay-Z. I departed soon after this encounter my mind could not handle all this clashing of cultures.

Saw Bruce Willis at the SI Swimsuit party at Crobar last night. Much more attractive (and taller) than I expected. Think he was alone, no one bothering him...think the party was a pit stop before Scores?

I just stepped out of the office for lunch and as turned the corner (57th and Broadway) I saw Michael Moore in his traditional sweat pants and raincoat attire chatting on his cell phone. Also, as I was returning from lunch at Whole Foods Columbus Circle Jane Seymour was walking into the Time Warner Center.

Mandy Moore on a flight from LAX to Newark. I love homegirl (who doesn t love Hilary Faye), but she has a flat ass, and needs to throw out the Balenciaga bags already. She also ate all the chicken in first class thanks, bitch!

Got on the 1 train at 14th street just before 1:00 today, and lo and behold, my idol Meryl Streep was sitting to my left. She seemed rather absorbed in the book she was reading, so it didn't seem to be a good opportunity to say anything to her. I can never think of anything clever to say at times like that anyway. At one point she murmered one of the lines in the book in a rather thick accent perhaps she's preparing for a new role? I figured it was a good sign that I was within three feet of the Goddess of Acting just minutes before I went to a major audition. It's like receiving a blessing before going off to battle.

Was heading north on Irving last night, just shy of Gramercy Park. Started telling my friend about seeing Uma Thurman in the area a few weeks back. Friend says, "You know who I see now and then? Ric Ocasek and Paulina Porzikova. Within a second literally a freakin' second Ric and Paulina appear in front of us. Celebs on demand! Friend looks at Ocasek and says, "Speak of the devil!" Ocasek smiles and says, "How YOU doin'?"

I saw Jenna Elfman even prettier and blonder in person, with her long, long legs dipped in denim stridently walking and cell-phone talking in the Meatpacking district on Valentine's Night. All alone. Was she reaching out to her presumably cross-country hubby? Or using a phone menu to get an update on her Thetan level?

I just saw John Legend today (4 30 pm) trying to get a cab on 9th and 4th ave. He was wearing tight blue jeans, brown suede trench jacket and a huge black bag (I couldn't see the brand). I have to admit that he looks gayer in person. Really gay, but cute.

2/15 6 PM Random, random sighting of Michael J. Fox, wife Tracy, with the kids and a woman who must have been the nanny at Shabu Tatsu on East 10th St. "Shabuuuuuuu" as me an my pals call it is the least likely place to see a celebrity. For almost a decade I went there every six weeks and never, ever, saw anyone remotely famous. It's usually filled with a crowd that is 70% Japanese immigrants/ex-pats, 25% nerdy gaijin (myself included) and 5% other. At first it seemed like his kids were kind of disappointed to be there, but he held the line and they had there dinner undisturbed (but the kids were kind of fussy). He looked pretty well and I wanted to thank him for all his work on behalf of Parkinsons (my mom and aunt both have it), but that would have been way too nerdy. On the way out one of the twins gave my friend the "stink-eye."

During my lunch hour (45 minute lunch hour, rather), I swear I walked by a coat-swaddled Joan Collins leaving a wholesale flower/plant shop on 6th Ave. and W. 27th. If I was my 75 year old grandmother, this would have excited me. Alas, I am not.

I spotted Hank Azaria (and a few other people from Spamalot, I think) in Kate's Paperie in SoHo picking out Valentine's Day cards today around 3 pm. I overheard him laughing at a card that said "Be Mine, or Be Gone", but I don't think he bought it. Even Apu needs love.

Pretty sure I saw James Frey walking down 5th Avenue around 17th Street or so. First noticed the Cleveland Indians cap he was wearing (he's from Ohio, if his falsified memoir serves me correctly). Had the facial hair and sullen expression of the man recently torn a new one by Oprah. Actually wanted to tell him his book, whether BS or not, was one of the best I've read in awhile and he's a fuckin awesome writer, but alas, to draw attention to the downtrodden man seemed unnecessary punishment. He was also moving pretty quick and I'm lazy.

Heading to meet friends for drinks on Valentine's Night, I passed a slightly pissed-off looking Paul Auster on the corner of Houston and Lafayette. He was smoking what appeared to be a clove cigarette and his big blue eyes were all stormy. Wonder if he was going to meet Siri for a romantic dinner, or not.

I spotted Chloe Sevigny last Friday in grand central waiting in line at hale and hearty soups. At first I wasn t positive it was her because I saw her at a slight angle, but the voice and tote bag with her initials embroidered on it gave her away. She was wearing a beret, tight black pants, snow boots and a brown jacket with faux fur lining on the shoulders all in all, not the worst thing she's ever been spotted wearing. It was an awkward encounter as we were the only two in line and I couldn't decide what I wanted. I scoured the menu for a couple of minutes, but apparently she thought I was gawking judging by the death stare she gave me after she got her soup and turned around. Luckily she was gone when I ordered because I got the exact same thing as her, a medium chicken vegetable and a bottle of aquafina water which turned out to be expired and taste even worse than their mediocre soup.

Witnessed Harry Connick, Jr. making some last minute selections before they locked the doors at the Cold Stone Creamery on 42nd Street, next door to the theater where he's doing The Pajama Game. Perched upon his shoulders was his very young daughter who, at 11 o'clock on a school night, should have been home doing the pajama game known as sleeping.

Lamest trio of SoHo sightings ever: 1. Elizabeth Berkley in a cowboy hat and Uggs outside Ben's Pizza. 2. Michael Stipe wandering aimlessly on Spring St. by himself, turning around several times and almost walking into a wall. 3. Cynthia Nixon's girlfriend in and out of Starbucks on Spring & Varick "small coffee" to the barista who insisted on repeating her order as a "tall."

Ran into Mike Myers walking up Mott Street at Broome at 8:45PM on 2/15. At first, I thought he was an insane person muttering to himself, but then I realized it was just Mike Myers talking on his cellphone via earpiece walking a mile a minute. He's so....short. And so boyish looking has he had work done? I followed behind him for a few blocks and watched the wide-eyed stares and "Hey, isn't that...." of passer-bys until I reached my destination, McNally Robinson, and ceased to Gawker Stalk for today.

I saw John Turturro at the corner of 8th Avenue & Union Street in Park Slope tonight. He looked distracted, and appeared to be trying to make a call on his cell phone. I realize that this isn't a very exciting sighting, but I absolutely adore him as the agoraphobic brother on "Monk" so it made my day.

Daria Werbowy cut me off today (2/15) crossing through Washington Square South into the park as I was heading toward NYU's Kimmel Center around 11-ish. As soon as she passed me, catching me off guard (I would expect her to wear sunglasses, sunny weather and all) I realized I had one question for her. After reading on Monday this months Elle article I am since uncertain of her nationality Daria, are you really Polish and proud to be or pretending to sometimes be Ukrainian?

Looks like Tony Danza's made his way out of dark restaurant corners and into the daylight. Just saw him strolling uptown on Columbus and 67th. He walks weird; his legs were splayed out like a cowboy's. Mumbled something to himself that sounded like "What a nice day!"

Is this a Gawker Stalker? Is it a Judy Watch? Do we still care about her? Did she ever care about us? Whatever the case, last night at around 6:30, I got on the Q Express at Union Square, heading uptown; looked up and who was across from me but Ms. Judith Miller herself. Wearing black slacks, a Bea Arthur-esque long black sweater and a black coat ... with shiny, pointy black witch shoes. Carrying an enormous purse and (here's the good part) furiously flipping through the New York Post. She seemed to pause at Page Six. She got off at Times Square (my stop, too); I briefly gave chase ... I think she headed to the Shuttle to Grand Central (probably heading up to Sag Harbor). The real icing, though, is that I could swear she had a New York Times hidden under her Post. I wouldn't swear to it as in "I'll spend 83 days in a women's prison if this isn't true," but still I'm pretty sure that's what she had in there...

I spotted Steve Forbes sitting in the front booth at Joe Jr.'s Restaurant (Diner) at 6th and 12th Street Tuesday night. He was there with a woman (daughter?) and young girl (grandaughter?). Forbes seemed quite content with the most visible seat in the house. I guess this means that even billionaires can have a hard time getting a reservation on Valentine's Day.

Another Sat. night, another marginal celeb sighting. I was at Prohibition on the Upper West and bumped into a bona fide soap star one Michael Easton of All My Children. He was smoldering, as a soap star should be, with flared nostrils, a faux bad-ass leather jacket, and fluffy bad-boy hair. I pranced right over to him and literally said: (in purr) "Hiiiiiiiiii......I tried to stalk you upstairs and was foiled. And now here you are!" Michael took it remarkably well and I sashayed off.

[Ed: And now, it's that time again...]
MIKE WALLACE Thursday Feb. 16, 2006 5:30 pm. Madison Ave. between 72nd and 73rd streets, east side of the street in front of the bus stop. I spot Mike Wallace perhaps 20 paces away and note his countenance as he approaches. He's wearing a conservative beige raincoat that falls just below his knee. It's a single-breasted Macintosh with the buttons hidden and a round collar. It looks to be a Brooks Bros, or possibly Burberry, raincoat dating to perhaps 1985 or 1990. In the last 10-15 years, both Brooks and Burberry have updated their designs, adding details and changes from their earlier classic archetypes. Wallace's mac is definitely of the older 80s-ish Brooks' design, but it is very clean & not especially worn. He has on heather grey wool flannel trousers with a 3/4" cuff. These too look slightly older in design, but they are impeccably pressed & actually natty. I, too favour Brooks Bros. grey flannels, but in charcoal; Memo to self: the heather grey flannels are especially sporty & fresh. Wallace has on brown penny loafers. This is a very basic shoe: personally I prefer the tasselled slip-on by Alden that Brooks sells, but
Mike has gone for the basic penny loafer. However it's not a crappy Bass Weegun. It's the far better quality brown penny loafer slip on [also available in cordovan] that costs $300 or more in Brooks Bros.current line. I cannot verify that Mike bought his penny loafers at Brooks, but so much of his ensemble matches that which I too buy there I am guessing. The brown loafers look newer than most of his ensemble, I would guess they were purchased within the last 4 years or less. While not beat up by any means, they are not especially shiny- as the old grey haired Brooks Bros' shoe guy on the 2nd floor used to say "These could take a polish."
Under his beige raincoat, Mike has on a navy v-neck sweater. Under that, a French blue shirt with forward point collars. The cotton fabric looks to me of particularly fine quality- I do not think this is a Brooks Bros. shirt, it has more of an Italian shirt-maker's fabric look to it- custom-made? Perhaps. His neck tie is either black or dark navy- there is no pattern at all. Mike's skin is especially ruddy. His face is chiselled to an almost Mt. Rushmore degree. I would peg his age at around 75? Perhaps even a year or 3 more. He appears to have got some sun recently? Was he in Florida in January? I don't know but there is a tanned, leathery aspect to his skin that looks ruddy, brown, & worn, to the degree he almost looks as though he's wearing bronzer/makeup? I am not aware of any TV shows that Mike is on lately, although since I watch almost no TV I cannot verify. He appeared to almost have bronzer/makeup on, so perhaps years in front of the camera have given him the habit of wearing makeup?
For his age of perhaps 77, I thought he looked very well. His imposing & distinguished presence reminded me of when I saw John Forsythe many years ago, and when I saw George Hamilton 3 or 4 years ago- older gentlemen with grey hair who were handsome on TV & likewise retained that hauteur in person. Like Forsythe & Hamilton, Mike retained a full head of matinee idol/superstar anchorman hair. I truly believe Mike's pompadour is 100% his own natural hair. His hair was like a bulwark affixed to his head, likely with some pomade or gel {I recommend Clubman by Pinaud if you can find it}. Mike's firm hair was at least 60% grey, yet there were starands & patches of hair that were black, in fact a rich, inky black. I will ascribe this black color to a wash or dye, yet in concert with Wallace's natural grey, it was a swarthy look, manly & almost macho with his Rushmore-like implacablity. He was moving rather slowly down Madison. His halting gait was the strongest hint of his advanced age. He also seemed to have a slight limp or stiffness, it seemed his left leg or foot moved uncomfortably as he progressed. But he is still aware & present. As I approached him, perhaps 5 or 10 feet still between us, I moved my cel phone down to my waist, so I could study Wallace even more closely, uninterrupted by my phonecall [I rarely use my cel on the street, but I was chatting with Michael in LA, who told me that Tuesday night's Steve Aoki party at LAX was abysmal, despite Wolfmother's performance & the Subways record release party. He tells me that LA hipsters are even worse than Billyburg hipsters, and doesn't that sound horrific!?] and when I moved my cel to my waist, Wallace noticed my gesture. I think for an instant he thought I was going to greet him, and even chat. He is still very much aware of his surroundings, but in all honesty his face was knotted in a slightly pained grimace that was overt from the moment I spotted him on the street, his gaze was somewhat downcast & his slow gait suggested pain either physical or psychic or both. Did he think I was going to greet him? This is not as far-fetched as it sounds. Not only is Wallace one of the most famous & esteemed US TV journalists ever [who among us has not enjoyed his '60 minutes' featurettes over the decades? My personal favourite being his Vladamir Horowitz profile circa 1975 or so!!] but today was not the first time our paths have crossed. About 10-15 years ago, we shared a barber: Paul Mole on 74th & Lex. And one afternoon in perhaps 1991 we both waited on the 2nd floor padded window cushions of Paul Mole for our tonsorial turn. And we chatted very briefly and superficially about some magazine cover or headline we were both looking at- perhaps TIME or Esquire- this one detail escapes me. And despite Wallace's huge fame, that day as we waited for our trims he was very collegial, even clubby, an atmosphere created at Paul Mole's enduring and well-appointed salon. Both times I have crossed paths with Mike Wallace, I've been impressed by his chiseled grandeur as well as his man of the people empathy. I relate to Mike Wallace, and have admired his work for many decades.