Stacy Horn

“The Jews Petition to the Governor for Liberty to Exercise their Religion, being by him Recommended to the Mayor and aldermen was read in Common Council, and they Returned their opinions thereupon. That noe publique Worship is Tolerated by act of assembly, but to those that professe faith in Christ, and therefore the Jews Worship not to be allowed.”

– Minutes of the Common Council of the City of New York, Vol. 6, (that entry was from 1685).

I think that belongs firmly in the category of “holy shit!” Do we ever do the right thing immediately? Or does it take always take years, decades and centuries?

The relatively empty Apple store on Tuesday. The floor with the Genius Bar, where I went, was hopping however. I briefly considered making a joke about “Apple Declares War on Christmas,” because their shirts are red without any other decoration. But then I thought some asshole might pick up on it and make it a thing.

It’s concert week for my choir and I’m in such a good mood. A week full of singing, and singing with an orchestra. Life is good.

A sign in front of a dry cleaner/laundry in the West Village. Very cute.

This was taken beside Bryant Park, behind the main branch of the New York Public Library. (I was taking a picture of the chestnuts but those two guys I caught as they passed by are quite good looking!)

I also spectacularly dropped my computer at the library, and it seems okay, but I’m still in a panic. It was from a height of about four feet onto the hard tile floor of the library. It was bad. Made a loud, awful noise. I’ve got an appointment at the Apple Genius Bar to make sure everything is okay,

Matt Harding, the guy who made such charming, hope-inducing videos of himself dancing around the world, like this one is back! (Here is me dancing with him in 2007.)

He’s set up a Kickstarter campaign here, and we can all contribute to his next trip. His video describing the project is very convincing. “We don’t have to be afraid of each other.” It’s like, two minutes, so watch it please. He has three places he definitely plans to go to—Iran, Ethiopia, Cuba—and the rest of the places will be selected by contributers.

Water bowls set up for dogs outside a bakery on Hudson Street. Cute.

I’m relaxing on the couch with Finney, working on my book (it makes me happy, even though it’s not a happy book). But here is Bleecker, in attack mode. Any second now he will jump up and any sense of peace will be shot. For the millionth time I will say to Finney, “I am so sorry for bringing the monster into the house.”