Author: Stacy Horn

She was in the Bronx! For those of you who don’t know Manhattan, that’s a long, long way.

I woke up so worried. Now I can get back to work! And working out! And whatever else I like. Maybe I will take a nice walk and pull down all the lost dog flyers I put up the past two days.

Look at
that face. Who could
not love Bean?

My friend’s dog Bean is missing since Wednesday night. I’ve posted pictures of Bean before — I love this dog. She somehow got out of an apartment on 17th between 2nd and 3rd.

There’s a $1,000.00 reward.

Bean is a puggle, (a mix between a pug and a beagle, she is a smallish dog). She has been missing since Wednesday night.

If found please call: 917-612-8086.

I wonder what else can be done? I put flyers up around her neighborhood. Maybe Gothamist would be willing to post something?

But maybe not. Then they’d be deluged with requests like this.

This is what it sounds like in my house. Me talking babytalk to Finney and Buddy, periodically all throughout the day. “Monkey” is one of the 16 billion million katrillion nicknames I have for them.

UPDATE. Oh God, I was going to go the library today, before I remembered it was Monday and it was closed. But I just read Bush is going to be at the library today (ew ew ew) to discuss literacy (hahaha, no seriously, you’ve got to be kidding me, literacy? Bush??).

This is my coffee table which sits in front of my couch, all of which sits in front of the TV. I brought my work over and was sitting there thinking, I could work on my chapter, continue reading that book on the left (quite good so far, it’s called Brimstone) or watch TV.

Work, TV, book, work, TV, book, work, TV, book. What did I do? What, are you kidding? I watched TV even though there was nothing on except re-runs! (That actor who plays Denny on Grey’s Anatomy though. Be still my heart.)

UNITED NATIONS (Reuters) – More people kill themselves each year than die from wars and murders combined, but most suicides could be prevented, two international experts on suicide said on Friday.

Some 20 million to 60 million try to kill themselves each year, but only about a million of them succeed, said Dr. Jose Manoel Bertolote, a mental health official at the World Health Organization in Geneva.

I cut and paste this from somewhere, I forget where, but it’s from this month. In my mind, I immediately had this bird’s eye view of the planet, showing millions of people furiously trying to end it all. It was just so sad. We’re not on the ball about something. Or was it always like this? If you went back a hundred years would the percentage be the same, even if the numbers were smaller?

It reminds me of a very moving book, Wisconsin Death Trip. The author, Michael Lesy, found an archive of photographs taken in the 1890’s of a town in Wisconsin called Black River Falls. He went through old newspapers and found that it was a particularly sad time. People kept dying, often by their own hand.

It’s an incredible book. I read it in one sitting and when I was done it was like walking out of a movie. You know that feeling you have for a few seconds after a movie, like you were in a dream and have to come back to the real world?