Author: Stacy Horn

These don’t look so interesting on the hangers, but they’re cute.  This first top I got from H&M for $23 (I think).  It was too long, but I’ve learned from Tim Gunn to not expect perfection off the rack, and to use a tailor.  When we pinned it up even the tailor went, “Nice!” This is my “nice” top for dressier appearances.

I got this vest from Loehmanns for $29 and the tshirt from Hanes.com for $16.  I had them send, like, five different styles and only one was truly flattering.  I will wear this with nice jeans and hopefully new, brightly colored sneakers, and I’ll dress the whole thing up with a necklace and earrings. This is a more casual outfit.

This last shirt is very deceptively simple.  I got it from Banana Republic for $39.  It’s a lot for what is essentially a tshirt, but it’s very flattering and looks dressy.

It’s so discouraging. I just saw some Rush Limbaugh chant against Obama.  I try to console myself with the fact that there have always been loud, ugly, destructive people like this and yet the world has slowly, so slowly gotten better.  People fight change and they fight it hard, but change still comes.  I wish I didn’t get so upset when I see such displays like this, though.

This is on the side of a building on the next block from me.  It looks sepulcher-like, doesn’t it? It must be just a pretty way of noting when the building was built.  I love the head above.  Still, isn’t there a way we could x-ray it or something to make sure there isn’t a body behind there?  (Kidding.)

Oh wait, I meant to post about American Idol, not politics!  I’ll get to it later, I guess. I hate the way they’ve divided up the groups and this new voting procedure.

Where did the morning go?? I haven’t even eaten yet.  So tired.  Already.

I know what I’ve been meaning to ask. I’ve got a bunch of very long train trips in my soon-ish future and I need good train books.  A good train book basically means I don’t have to think too hard, although I don’t mind some thinking.  But escapist, vacation books are what I’m after.

I was just at the Strand, browsing, and I forget what I came up with.  Oh, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, something about zombies that Howard pointed out that looked funny.  That’s all I can remember.

So!  Suggestions?  Oh wait, here’s a list I’ve been putting together:

Life of Pi
God of Small Things
The Underneath, Kathi Appelt
The Monster of Florence
My Stroke of Insight
Dreams from My Father
All the Kings Men
The Grapes of Wrath
The Little Drummer Girl
The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao
Night work
Flat Earth News
Quantum : Einstein, Bohr and the Great Debate About the Nature of Reality
Nothing to Be Frightened Of
The Gone-Away World
Enders Game

I looked through some gates and saw this little guy sitting on someone’s air conditioner. Notice how he’s facing in.  If they open the blinds he’ll be staring in.  Kinda sad.  “Let me in! Let me in!” His tiny voice cried.  But no one heard him through the window over the air conditioner. The little man was forced to stay outside and watch, while the people inside laughed over dinner, unaware of their little friend, outside, all alone.  Ha.

That reminds me, I saw the sweetest postcard on PostSecret yesterday.  It went:

The night of September 16, 1981: Sugar Ray Leonard defeated Thomas Hearns as I lost my virginity.  To this day my wife is the only woman I’ve been with.  When our love-making is particularly nice, I quietly raise her arm above our heads and declare her:  “The Champion!” … and the crowd roars its imaginary approval.

So sweet, right??  It made me jealous.  (Except I don’t like the term “love-making.”  Just say sex.)  I haven’t been posting because I’m so so stressed out.  Like if I don’t spend every waking moment working my book will sink like a stone and I’ll never get to write another, and the world will end.

Okay.  I’m ready.  I’m going to start working on the hardest music in the world.  Wish me luck. I’m going in there.