Author: Stacy Horn

I met Neil deGrasse Tyson at a party last night. I babbled “hello” and promptly clammed up. Ugh. Who am I?? Ugh, ugh, ugh. My mind just shut down. Actually what happened was, in my mind I immediately asked, “Can I explore the basement of the Natural History Museum,” (where he works) and I knew that would be impolite, and I just got stuck there. “Don’t ask that, don’t ask that.” Kill me now.

I took a ton of pictures of the crowds on 5th Avenue the other day, trying to capture the insanity of them. The police were roping them in at every corner, a trick they learned when the republican convention was in town that time, although they were MUCH nicer about it this time.

I took this one from the steps of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Actually if you look across the street I think you get the idea better. A never ending wall of people.

Here’s a close-up.

I took this one further downtown, from the steps of the library, where the crowds had basically disappeared. This relatively small group is watching some dancers.

It’s hard to be disappointed that Russell won, he’s such a sweetheart, and he is also amazingly talented, but for once I would like the best dancer to win. (If you don’t watch So You Think You Can Dance you don’t know what I’m talking about.) I voted for you Jakob! I also loved Legacy more as the diamond in the rough dancer. And Kathryn as the second best technical dancer.

I’ve been struggling lately with everything, the book proposal, a business plan I’m working on, I sang flat the other night!! Nothing I can’t get past, but still. It would be nice to experience some smooth sailing once in a while. Am I right?? Something that came easy. A lucky break to just all into my lap. A public option.

Here’s a picture I took the other night, looking up 5th Avenue.

Here is a picture of Grace Church, taken in 1899, and from a few blocks down on Broadway. (Grace Church is at 10th Street and Broadway.)

I tried to take the same shot, but when I went as far downtown Grace Church was too teeny to see. It must have something to do with the lens I was using. So this is a compromise.

If you think you can hear me you’re probably wrong because knowing I was the closest to the camera I sang very quietly. But I can hear me once or twice I think and I was FLAT. Very embarrassing. I will have to think twice before criticizing sopranos around me who go flat.

Should be fun. I am a little concerned about Buddy. It’s been a month since he was at the vet and I’ve been trying various things to address his IBS and he’s been eating well, and has had a touch of diarrhea here and there but not bad or for long, but he hasn’t gained a single ounce. Not one. This is not good.

I photographed these kids sitting in the window across the street from the NBC studios, and right down from the Rockefeller Center tree. Cute kids, aren’t they?