Stacy Horn

Me and Mitch Horowitz at the Morbid Academy! Dear God I’m tiny. I knew I wasn’t exactly big, except maybe Mitch is also very TALL. I had a fantastic time of course. Thank you so much for inviting me Mitch, it was such a wonderful opportunity, and thank you to the Morbid Anatomy Museum for being the nicest, nicest host. (Everyone, if you haven’t visited this place, you really must go. Just go to the link, you’ll see why.)

And it was great see the fabulous and talented Shannon Taggert in the audience, and Sharon Lee Harkey (who brought a book for me!) and Lucinda W., who has been visiting this blog and who I met for the first time! That was very cool. Thank you all! It was such a nice break after this long Echo nightmare (which is still going on, but I am going to try to take a day off from it today if I can).

I’m going to be a guest at Mitch Horowitz’s Morbid Academy tonight at 7pm, if you’re going to be around. The Morbid Academy is:

“A monthly series of provocative and useful dialogues with artists, writers, filmmakers, and scholars who broaden our understanding of the ill-considered and the unknown, hosted by PEN Award-winning historian Mitch Horowitz.”

The Academy events are held at the Morbid Anatomy Museum, and we’re going to talk about what I learned when I researched the Parapsychology Laboratory of Duke University.

A moment of piece from the devil. Look at that coat. A painter should try to capture those swirls of and tufts of color.

I read read that Sunny Balzano, of Sunny’s Bar in Red Hook, died. I didn’t know him, I just did a reading at his bar a couple of years ago (a post about it and pictures here, Sunny appears in the last shot). But I instantly loved the bar and the feel of it, and you just know something like that comes from the owners. Also, the crowd that came was such a lovely and generous bunch. They were all Sunny’s regulars, I was told, and that tells you something else about Sunny as well, that he attracted such a decent group of people.

There was a nice tribute to him in Gothamist. My most sincere condolences to his family and friends. We were lucky that he existed on this earth and I’m sorry he is gone.

I took this while sitting out in front of the laundromat, waiting for my clothes to dry.

I meant to take the day off yesterday to see 10 Cloverfield Lane, but more things continued to go wrong with Echo. It’s insane how many things are messed up. Right now AOL is refusing the accept our email, saying that our new IP is not our IP, except it is.

Maybe I’ll try to see it today.

The room where I research the archives of the Supreme Court, at the Division of Old Records in the Surrogate’s Court building at 31 Chambers Street. I’ve only been able to work on my book in very small spurts for the past few weeks.

I was recently reminded of a book I loved, A Manhattan Ghost Story. I read it because I’d given permission to use my name for one of the characters, but I adored this book. It portrayed ghosts as being as clueless and lost about being dead as some of us are about being alive. I wrote a very gushing fan letter to the author and he signed his next book for me!

So I googled him to see what he is up to only to learn that he’d died fairly recently, on October 31, 2015. I think I already knew and had blocked it. It’s just too sad. There was always something so vulnerable about him.

A Manhattan Ghost Story was first optioned to be made into a movie in 1991 and according to Wikipedia, “As of 2015, the film is in development at Touchstone Pictures.” It would make such a great movie, damnit. Make it already. I just wish it had been made in Terry’s lifetime.