Author: Stacy Horn

Can she resist?

Please. I went with, “Oh, we’re all going to be dead soon.”

Everything is fixed. The Powerbook is fixed, my camera is fixed, and Finney is curled up and purring on my lap. I feel so much better now. Here are my before and after HDTV shots. Note the painting rearrangement.

After

Before

I may not be that great at it, but I do love to sing. Our director John Maclay put together an incredible holiday program, each piece lovelier than the next. AND, this year we are also giving a performance at the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Sunday, December 18 at 6:30 and 8:30 pm. If you can afford it ($60) it’s a very happy, festive place to hear gorgeous music. I love their tree.

Otherwise, you can hear us for a lot less ($20, I think) at the astoundingly beautiful Grace Church:

Friday, December 2 at 8:00 pm
Saturday, December 3 at 4:00 pm

Look at this magnificent place. I mean COME ON. Humanity has an excuse for existence because of people like James Renwick who designed the building, and the various composers who wrote the music we sing in it. (That’s me in the middle left. See me?)

That’s why I’m posting less, and will be posting less for hopefully no longer than a week. My camera is fixed! But I can’t upload pictures until I get my Powerbook back.

Meanwhile, in case I didn’t mention, the new TV show Commander In Chief is abso-fucking-lutely incredibly great. I love every character in it, both the good girls/guys and the bad girls/guys.

I’m unhappy to hear that Steven Bochco is taking over for Rod Lurie and plans to put his stamp on it. Bochco (is that the right spelling?) has done great stuff, but since this was Laurie’s baby and what I love is what Laurie did, I wish they would move hell and high water to fix whatever problems they are having with Laurie (or work on Laurie’s problems) and stop talking about changing it. West Wing was never as great after Sorkin left, and so I fear the same thing will happen with Commander In Chief. I was instantly taken with the show, the characters and the intrigue. I just love it.

This is my friend Cricket’s dog Bean as a puppy. Bean is still this cute. I think Bean loves me. She should visit me.

Meanwhile, the HDTV ties with my ipod as the best thing I ever bought myself. Everything looks stupendously gorgeous in HDTV, although I’ve noticed not all HDTV shows are created equal. For instance, CSI, it’s like you’re there. It’s mesmerizing. You can’t take your eyes off the beauty of each shot. But other shows, they say they’re HDTV, and they certainly look better than regular TV, but they’re not nearly as packed with details and saturated and lush as CSI.