Author: Stacy Horn

I was even going to title this post: You Can’t Win. Pretty pessimistic, no getting around it. I just took a test to see if you’re a pessimist or an optimist, and I came out a combination of average, a little pessimistic and a lot pessimistic. I swear I have always been an optimist. Seriously. I still think of myself that way, except, the way I’d describe it is I’ve become more “realistic” over the years. I swear I still hope for the past, but bad fucking things can always happen. So can good, of course.

Anyway, I was going to post about doing my own laundry vs having it done. For years I’ve dropped off my laundry it usually costs me $10 to have it done for me. It was worth it because I could use that time to work.

Lately though, like everyone else, I’ve felt the need to save, save, save, and since part of working for me involves reading I thought I could do my own laundry and get my reading done at the same time. But by the time I was done, I figured it cost me $7 to do it myself. Not really much of a savings there!

Oh god. It’s official. I’m a pessimist. Except I can say that I had a nice time doing my laundry. I met a lovely couple and we talked the whole time. Didn’t get any reading done, but it was nice.

I got plenty. They’re going to eat me out of house and home as a matter of fact.

I’m going to a wake today. It will be nice to see my friends, but still. One of them is dead.

In other news, Howard and my agent read my new proposal and say it needs work, but it’s salvageable. That’s mostly good news. Not as good as “I think this could win a really good prize” or something, but still.

I should have titled this post: But Still.

A new pastime: seeing how many birds can fit on the feeder at one time.

I should have jumped in line! But I was on the way to meeting my friend Jonathan for a morning movie. Not only is it only $6 at that hour (it feels like you’re going to the movies for free at that price) but it was a morning movie. Such a luxury. But check out the cop in the second picture. He’s having fun.

Actually, that’s a pretty lascivious expression. But in reality he was just friendly. I think he may have been trying to get out of my shot, and that expression is more squirmy than leering.

I saw this picture on the Greenwich Village Daily Photo, it’s from the guy’s roof. It made me want to take a picture from my roof to figure out which part of the Village we both live in. Here’s his (and yeah, he’s a better photographer, sigh). Oh and this is looking south, toward the World Trade Center.

And here is from my roof. I should have taken this closer to sunset, the colors would have been prettier. Moving on. I definitely live further west than he does, but without knowing what lens he used, it’s hard to compare how far uptown we both are. Those two spire buildings to the right of the tallest building in the center are totally missing in his picture. That’s weird. They must be behind something in his. I also can’t quite figure out high up he is compared to me. It looks mostly the same. Maybe his is a little higher?