Author: Stacy Horn

I thought I was going to be done yesterday with the first draft of this audio forensic piece, but it looks like I’m going to need two more days. So, I won’t be able to take a break until Tuesday. Also, my publisher said they are sending the manuscript back with the tiniest, minutest, changes, but everything is mostly okay, so that sounds good. They asked for the epilogue by Tuesday, which again points to Tuesday as being Miller time. But come Tuesday, I’m not doing ANYTHING.

Meanwhile, here is a pigeon, dancing around on the fire escape, taunting poor Finney.

There was a fire in the building across the street yesterday. They got it under control quickly, but I got a shot of this guy climbing to the roof. (This is a five story building. It was unnerving to watch.)

If you’re in New York, the Parapsychology Foundation is hosting an event on March 27th that will include a screening of a new film by their Film Archivist, Irish Artist Susan Macwilliam, and selected readings from Awareness, a book written by the medium Eileen Garrett about her psychic abilities. (Eileen Garrett was the Foundation’s co-founder.) I’ll be going!

Thursday, March 27th, from 7:00 – 9:00 pm
Baruch College Newman Conference Center
151 East 25th Street, Room H763
FREE, but donations accepted.

Susan MacWilliam’s film is 13 Roland Gardens. It features Eileen Coly, Garrett’s daughter, talking about her mother’s famous R101 Airship seance, where Garrett communicated with the dead crew of the British airship which crashed in France on October 5, 1930, killing 48 people. Mrs. Coly also talks about living above the Harry Price Laboratory at 13 Roland Gardens. Price was a well known psychical researcher from the 1930’s and 1940’s.

The picture is from the Bedfordshire Library website. “National feeling surrounding the disaster was huge; the funeral procession through London was watched by thousands. The bodies were then taken by special train to Bedford to be laid to rest in a communal grave in Cardington cemetery.”

I was googling something about my choir and found this! Can you spot me? (Kidding.) It’s the Qui Tollis chorus from Mozart’s Mass in C Minor.

That reminds me, if anyone knows how to embed an MP3, I’d appreciate instructions. Someone sent me a song they wrote called Waiting for the Cat to Die, which I’d like to share.

When Buddy thinks it’s time to be fed, (starting around an hour before it’s time to be fed) he comes over and stands on the floor looking at me, with his one paw up. The paw up always means, “Feed me.” He doesn’t use it on any other occasion. Here he is asking to be fed, except Finney temporarily distracted him by flipping on his back. But notice that the paw stayed up. (I’m also noticing the scratches on the leg of my nice coffee table. Dudes. Quit it.)