Author: Stacy Horn

When I was in art school, if something came out well by accident, ie, someone knocked your arm and messed up what you were about to paint, but then you look and go, “Oh. I like that,” it didn’t quite count. You don’t get the same credit as you would have if you had done it on purpose. The other night I was in a cab and saw these guys working on this beautiful window display on Madison. I leaned over Extra T (her nickname) and Ruby (also her nickname) and took a couple of shots. I didn’t mean for them to be blurry, but I think this shot is stunningly beautiful, even though I get NO credit and it doesn’t quite count.

I looked over what I have to do in order to hand my book in by the end of June, and now I am on a strict schedule. I only get so much time per chapter. It’s a little maddening. For instance, I was working on the “drugs” chapter yesterday and came across this weird table-rapping thing in California that the Lab guys got involved in around the same time. It’s just so bizarre for them to be involved in a 19th century table rapping thing in 1961. I have to look into it. So, I will spend the day on what will probably end up being two parapgraphs in the book.

That kind of thing is worth it, to have cool, tiny little parts peppered throughout the book, it’s like the equivalent of Christmas stocking gifts. Not as good as the main gift, but you love them and wouldn’t want them to go away. But, when you feel on deadline, you almost wish you hadn’t come across them. I’m trying to chill out and enjoy them as the nice, happy accident/gift that they are.

My friend Mary had to go out of town and a bunch of us are taking turns feeding her cat Darcy. This morning was my turn. I thought Mary might like to see pictures of him, and know that he’s okay. I don’t know how to fix that reflecting eye thing, alas. But aside from the obvious “I miss mom” look, he is alive and well!

In the first shot he’s sitting with the pile of toys I tried to tempt him with. No go. He was more like, “We barely know each other and you expect me to play with you? No. I’m going to sit right here and stare at you, thank you very much.” In the second shot he’s staring at me from the TV. (Actually, we got close, and I had him purring away. No cat can resist me.) I wanna get me a siamese cat.

The place I went to lunch was L’Atelier de Jo’l Robuchon. It’s frustrating because I know I can’t describe how exquisite my lunch was. I forgot to bring my camera which is a good thing, because I’m sure my photographing every course would have mortified Jonathan. But every dish was also visually perfect, the different plates they came on, the color, arrangement, the range of textures, with this wonderful bubbly foam on top of a number of them, that was my favorite I think. The work that must have gone into every spoonful of food, the different layers, and how they would taste together — I just can’t imagine it. It’s a particular kind of genius/total obsession to detail that produces perfection which is almost painful, because you want more of everything you taste. (I did finally get full though.) Thank you, Jonathan. The picture doesn’t quite capture that sphere, which is filled with more perfection. It’s a beautiful, shiny gold. (The photograph us from http://augieland.blogs.com/.)

Last night, around 9:30 police cars and emergency vehicles started pouring downtown. At 9:31 one police car went screaming down my street and I heard it hit something and just keep right on going. That was unsettling. After a while heliopter lights filled the sky. It turns out four people were shot and killed further down on Bleecker. A guy went into a pizzeria and shot a bartender, two auxiliary police went after him and the guy shot both of them (they were 28-years-old and only freaking 19!) and then the regular police shot him.

Oh christ. I just read that the guy who shot the bartender, shot him 15 times in the back. He walked into the restaurant, the bartender gave him a menu, turned around, and then the guy shot him 15 times. And then killing those poor kid cops. I wonder the hell his story is going to turn out to be?

I just realized, my friend Jonathan, who works in the Medical Examiner’s office, will be attending to all these bodies today. He told me he gives the tough cases to the new guys. “They have to learn.” But I don’t imagine these sad cases will be too tough.

(I feel terrible posting American Idol thoughts, so I’ll just keep it to Sanjaya is still here–pre-teens and Vote for the Worst are so annoying.)

This is one of my fantasy homes. It’s in Brooklyn Heights, on the promenade overlooking Manhattan. Sigh. Sigh, sigh, sigh. I WILL NEVER LIVE IN THIS BEAUTIFUL PLACE.

Richard Sweet from Chicago kindly re-touched the photo of Cricket and Bean below so that it’s a little lighter and you can see them better. The picture was taken with one of those … whatchamacallits, I have one, the little video-conferencing camera? Anyway, that’s why it’s not high quality. Thank you for making them more visible, Richard!!

My friend Jonathan is taking me out to lunch today, and he’s a food critic, so absolutely delicious food is in my immediate future!! I cannot freaking wait. I will be posting all about it. It’s a restaurant in the Four Seasons. So in this case I will give a happy sigh, sigh, sigh.

I had a long, hard, difficult day yesterday. Echo went down and I couldn’t get into the building where we keep the machines until after 8PM. So, I was home all day, helpless, waiting for someone to call or email and let me know I could get in. I got home sometime before midnight, and my friend Cricket sent me a picture of her dog Bean (who she knows I love and want to steal). It’s dark, but you can see his absolutely adorable face, right?

He’s a little guy. I’m pretty sure if he ever visited, Buddy and Finney would KEEL him. My current fantasy is to get a chihuahua, because when we’re both old I would be able to carry him or her up and down the stairs. I always thought chihuahuas were yappy, unpleasant dogs, but everything I’ve read about them says they are not. They are sweet, loyal and very people oriented.