Stacy Horn

My first birthday gift: it’s not hot out. I’m planning my day, which will probably involve a nice lunch and a movie, and definitely later tonight the Loser’s Lounge!

A gargoyle on one of the pretty Gramercy Park buildings.

I’m going to be on the radio tonight! At 10:55 p.m. if you’re up.

I’ll be talking about my book, Unbelievable: Investigations into Ghosts, Poltergeists, Telepathy, and Other Unseen Phenomena from the Duke Parapsychology Laboratory. You can listen here and also chat with other guests. To call in and ask questions the number is: (786) 245-8127.

Graffiti I saw and liked on my walk the other day. Although I’ve noticed young people have gotten good at using their peripheral vision. I think they’re going to walk into me but they go around, without ever looking up. I also like that face at the top of the picture.

I love my haircut! I had it done by Catherine at Shampoo Avenue B. We’ll see how it washes out. I’m kinda scared. But so far so good.

It’s my birthday week and I am turning very seriously old: 60. Jesus. Definitive old lady territory. No two ways about it, old, old, old. Anyway, I’m trying to do one nice thing for myself every day. Today I’m treating myself to a haircut. Nothing drastic, but wish me luck. It will either be tears or me doing that Marlo Thomas twirl from That Girl (thank you, Karen). (But I need a parasol.) Or, I could do the Mary Tyler Moore throw your hat up in the air, “You’re going to make it after all” twirl. I have a hat.

Last night my friends Dimitra and Peter paid for my dinner because it was my birthday week. Thank you, Dimitra and Peter!

Hanksy’s mural of Donald Trump on Orchard Street. Thank you, Hanksy.

I just brushed him. Although this time was for his comfort, it’s been hot and humid, he’s a shed-monster and because of him I look like a crazy cat lady wherever I go.

Seriously, he’s a walking Twilight Zone episode. If I just think of him my clothes get covered in cat hair. No matter how much I brush him the brush comes away with great big wads of hair. His body is a never ending source. Sob.