Author: Stacy Horn

– Go through science articles. Organize which scientists to contact.

– Find out: Do most people like to sing?

– Go to New York Historical Society for choral society archives.

– Make a list of questions for fellow choir members.

– Research musical hallucinations. Are they scary?

– Was there are thing in the 60’s about reviving early music? Find out.

– Find best articles/papers about conducting.

– Organize questions for John (the choir director). Did I get the Bernstein connection from John?

– Email Michael Jawer about hearing and feeling music in a distributed way throughout the body.

You get the idea. I found this picture in the New York Public Library’s image database. Thank you NYPL!

I took this just a few minutes ago, walking by in front of the Magnolia Bakery, the bakery made famous by Sex and the City. I usually work it so that I’m not on this side on the street, but sometimes the universe isn’t in my side. I have to squeeze through crowds like this to get home.

It kills me when I want to mail letters. People like that guy on the phone are usually on the other side, and I’ll walk up, letters in hand, and say “excuse me!” It always takes them a minute. Then you see the dawn of understanding. “Oh! This is a mailbox! You want to mail something! People still do that!”

It’s funny when that happens, actually.

There’s a big demonstration at the proposed Islamic community center tomorrow. I feel ill at the thought of it, but I don’t think I’ll be able to resist stopping by and taking pictures. I work just a couple of blocks away.

I know, this is a weird picture with that kind of post title, but I didn’t take any pictures yesterday (which is also weird). This is the same shot from my last post, but the full frame, showing not only the model but some of the people working on the shot.

Anyway, the explosion. I was woken up at 5am by a huge explosion. It rocked my building. I felt immediately sick, thinking about people being hurt, because it really sounded like a building had been blown up. I waited for the sirens. None came.

I looked out the window for smoke or some sign of what happened or where. Nothing. I decided maybe it was something less dramatic, like a manhole explosion and it was close to my building and that’s why it sounded so big to me. But there still should have been some kind of response. What the hell was it?? It was a really big boom.

Also, I never got back to sleep so now I’m tired.

There’s a photo shoot! This was on 5th Avenue. I was lugging birdseed (as per usual).

I’m trying to shake off my weekly feeling of day-off-remorse. It never fails. Every week I feel like I didn’t spend my days off in the most productive way possible. Even though at the library today I got twice as much done as I thought I was going to get done.

Today I’m going to be in the library almost all day. I might not be able to do what I plan to do. There’s a nearly five hour video I want to watch (a British series about music) but that might be a bit much. There are also a bunch of science articles I need, but I’m going to be at the NYU library today and I don’t know what I have access to there. Probably as much as the NYPL though, right? I just hope I can email them to myself the way I can at the NYPL.

I took this down in the subway the other day. My guess is Roger is some big muckety-muck at the MTA and the workers are not happy with him. That’s just a guess. Roger could just be a co-worker or something. Oh, he’s got to be the head of a union. Okay, that’s the guess I’m going with. The head of the transit workers union. My final answer.