Author: Stacy Horn

I just love the sleeves on this one! This is not actually a dress, but a top and a skirt.

I wanted to mention one aspect of the evolving story about Flight 1549 that I don’t like, and that is the glee with which people are telling the story about the woman who was trying to get her luggage from the overhead compartment. She wouldn’t immediately exit the plane, she wanted to get her luggage first, and she’s made to leave by other passengers.  Her story ends with her luggage floating down the Hudson.

When I first heard about her, I was amazed, and also had not quite a serves-her-right feeling, but I guess the fact that her luggage ended up floating down the Hudson felt like the perfect ending to her plane story. But then I thought about it and realized, she was just panicking, right?  And this is how it manifested itself.  The people who forced her away from the overhead bin and off the plane were right to do so, they could have left her.  If things had gone a little differently their help might have made the difference between life and death. They are heroes really.

But in the accounts I’ve read, everyone seems to take this weird pleasure in the fact that her luggage ended up floating down the Hudson. Like she’s a bad person, and this is fitting. I don’t know, it’s like a small pile-on, everyone’s being a little too quick to judge.  Except maybe she was blocking the aisle, and even if she was in some weird panic/denial mode, people didn’t know they would soon be rescued and everything would be okay.  They were fleeing for their lives and she was in the way unnecessarily.  Okay, their anger is understandable.  And taking a little pleasure in her lost luggage is understandable.  But why do people reporting this story join them? They should have distance.  And a tiny bit of compassion.

Bob was last seen on Wednesday, January 14th near 25 Plaza Street.  (But he’s been missing since January 9th!)

The email I got from the organization Best Friends began, “Bob the cat escaped and is alone outside in this very cold weather.” Heartbreaking.  If it was me and one of my cats, I’d be dying now.

A flyer can be seen here which needs to be distributed around the Prospect Park, Prospect Heights, and Gowanus neighborhoods, if you can help.

The owner will happily pay $500 to anyone who can get Bob back to her. If you can help, please contact her directly at 917-364-8575. The email had an additional number and her email address and her name, but the flyer does not, so I’m not sure I should post that. I’ll be on the safe side and just post the number from the flyer.

Oh God.  Please let there be a happy ending.

Speaking of my disappearing Village!  Here is a must-go-to event, a week from tomorrow, on January 24th, 8pm, at the New Dixon Place Theater, 161 Chrystie Street.

I turned around and photographed whatshisface’s buildings while everyone else was watching the U.S. Air plane float by.  The buildings don’t look so bad in this photograph, but I really don’t care for them.  They are so nothing.  Unlike the Empire State Building in the distance.  And after that, yet another store closes and a comparatively characterless store takes its place.

Sigh.

I just remembered to note inauguration day on my calendar so I don’t make any other plans. I’m going to be glued to my tv.  Wow, your eye just naturally does to those sperm fishy things on the right, doesn’t it?  They’re very cute.  It’s like they’re swimming with interest and concern towards Obama.