Stacy Horn

A Banksy artwork was stolen. He’d painted a rat in the now missing clock (on the corner of 16th and 6th). Bastards. It reminds me of the people who ripped the Keith Haring drawings off the subway walls in the 80’s. I understand the impulse. I wanted to have them too, and considered taking them. But I decided they were supposed to be for everyone.

They’re worth a fortune now, and likely the people who took them are congratulating themselves, and rationalizing what they did by saying they saved the drawings from eventual destruction. Which is probably true. But they’re still greedy, selfish bastards.

I was just saying this on Facebook, but as a former kid who marched for women’s rights, civil rights, and against the Vietnam War, I can’t tell you how much hope this march gives me.

I’ve often felt sorry for younger people today, the way that they are pushed to achieve from the time they are born, but now I’m seeing the plus side of this. This is just the beginning, but already I see that they bring a certain determination and intelligence to their protest that I didn’t possess at the time (and I’m only speaking for myself there, we had very impressive leaders at the time too). I’ve been waiting for them to step up, and just look at them.

I’ve felt such despair lately but maybe we’re going to turn this all around.

I had planned to march but I got a shift at the ASPCA’s hospital and I had to take it. But the subway on the way to work was packed with people on their way to the march. I sat next to a women who said she was a teacher and a mother so of course she was marching.

Doesn’t this front door make you want to go inside? It’s like a secret garden of a building.

Cutting through the park and heading towards Leroy Street, one of my favorites in my neighborhood. You can’t tell from this shot, but every building has that 19th century old world charm and elegance. I would love to live on Leroy Street but the south side is taken up by a public library, a city gym (where I swim) a handball court, and then a park. It must be one of the nosiest blocks, except it never seems that way when I’m passing through. How can that be?

Someone mentioned how big the kittens were, and to me they are still tiny-ish. Here is Bali next to Bleecker. He’s like, what? A third of him? And look at that beautiful long tail on Bali!

It still makes me so happy that they get along. Mostly. Bleecker tires of them quickly. My main concern was that Bleecker was going to bully them. But it’s the other way around! Payback Bleecker, for picking on Finney all those years. They don’t bully him, they just want to play all the time and it’s just too much, and too annoying, for Bleeck.

One of the bunnies they’re supposed to be biting instead of me is in the upper left hand corner. They love the bunnies, but they aren’t really working as a substitute for biting me. I’ve just given them a new biting object. To which they say, “Thank you very much. We just found a place on your arm we haven’t bitten yet.”