Author: Stacy Horn

On a building a block away from my apartment. This building always has very tasteful, under-stated decorations. I took this coming home last night from another fabulous Loser’s Lounge.

It’s going to snow tomorrow, I heard. I was thinking of doing my holiday window stroll tomorrow, but it looks like I will have to put that off to another day.

I may have more time soon because kitten season is over and my job at the ASPCA’s Kitten Nursery will be over very soon, and won’t resume until next spring (I’m looking into other opportunities at the ASPCA in the meantime).

I’m in a picture of my choir!! AJ Stetson, of AJ Stetson Studios, took pictures of our concert last week, and I found myself in one. This shot features Joseph Charles Beutel, the bass/baritone soloist for the Bach Christmas Oratorio. I’m in the upper right hand corner (the tiny woman with bangs and glasses).

The second shot I posted shows our director, John Maclay, at the point in the concert when he turns around and conducts the audience during the Christmas carols.

“In these days of political, personal, and economic disintegration, music is not a luxury, it’s a necessity; not simply because it is therapeutic, nor because it is the universal language, but because it is the persistent focus of our intelligence, aspiration, and goodwill.” -Robert Shaw

Last night was our first holiday concert performance, (the Choral Society of Grace Church) and this afternoon is our second and last. SOB. But we start up again in January.

We’re pretty much sold out, but they always hold aside a few tickets to sell at the door. If you’re in the city and looking for something to do, the concert is at 3pm, Grace Church, 10th Street and Broadway (but get there early if you want to get a ticket and a decent seat).

I took this on the way back from choir practice.

But I love walking past all the trees that are for sale, and getting a great whiff of pine. Friends of mine have a holiday party every Christmas Eve, and the Romp family (who sell trees at Jane Street and Hudson, pictured here) always come by to provide instrumental accompaniment. Thank you Romp family and Spiecher sisters!