Author: Stacy Horn

From time to time I hear people complain that Muslims do not denounce terrorists enough. Personally, I see and hear them denouncing all over the place practically all the time. It must depend on where you hang out, and what you read I guess.

I just saw an article [link removed because it no longer works] about British Muslims who took out a full page ad denouncing the Paris attack. I love the picture of the boy at the beginning of the piece. If you tweet, search on #NotInMyName.

Thanksgiving is my day of rest but I often end up working because I love what I do, and for some reason, I love doing it even more on holidays!

Here are people lined up to get their turkeys at a butcher on Bleecker Street. Although that place has been a butcher shop going back to 1900, it’s been O. Ottomanelli & Sons since the 1940’s. It’s very popular, but I cry for the turkeys of course. They are such a friendly, social animal.

I planned to post a picture of my fabulously clean apartment, but I wanted to have my holiday decorations up first and I don’t have the Christmas lights I wanted. They must be multi-colored, the Christmas lights of my childhood.

A street dancer in Union Square. This kid was adorable, I wish I had gotten a better shot of him. Ah! They are shoji.dance_ny and I found better shots of them and some videos here.

I’ve been busy with my big, yearly Holiday Cleaning. But I did run out to run some errands, and Bleecker Street is starting to look kinda Christmas-y, I noticed. Love that guy’s look on the right.

And then I went to the dentist and now my teeth hurt, and I’m tired of dental problems and pain. It’s totally ruining one of life’s great pleasures—food.

What was I going to rant about? Oh. Actually, I wanted to find a way to discuss it without ranting, because what would ranting accomplish: Syrian refugees.

I took this on the way to the dentist. It was supposed to be a picture of some Christmas decorations but then a bunch of people go into the shot. People are more interesting than holiday decorations anyway.

I attended the Annual Benefit for Choral Chameleon last night at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Brooklyn. Usually I’m singing and it was very different being in the audience, it’s a pleasure I really should make an effort to experience more often.

The theme was time, which always chokes me up to begin with, please don’t end for me time! But their singing, and the choices of music was sublime. Their upbeat, celebratory point of view pulled my I-Don’t-Want-To-Die attitude into the present and I felt glad to be alive in Brooklyn on a lovely evening listening to this amazing, inventive group.