Stacy Horn

I gave myself laryngitis from cheering too loudly and for too long at the Marathon yesterday. Then, on the way home my leg slipped between the subway car and the platform! Very scary. You always hear about that happening. I’m fine though, just a few bruises.

None of my pictures of the Marathon came out to my liking. I might make a short movie from a few clips I made. Not that they’re any better, but they have some nice views of the City and Central Park is so pretty right now. I’m including a shot in case I don’t get around to it.

I should have shot more of the parade, and more of people in costume. Next year! I’m off the the Marathon. I think. It’s a little dreary out though, and curling up and watching from the couch is look pretty inviting.

I’ll be back tomorrow with a movie of some West Village Halloween highlights, hopefully. But I might leave early for the marathon.

It’s going to be a great weekend. Tomorrow is Halloween, of course, and Sunday is the Marathon. I walked home through Central Park yesterday after a meeting, and they were setting up for the marathon.

I was already feeling like it was such a perfect day, mostly because of the leaves, I think. They were everywhere, with that wonderful leaf-pile fragrance. Then when I came upon a press conference about the Marathon, I don’t know. That just put me over the top. I’ve always loved Marathons. All that energy and effort, I’ve decided that something must physically be happening to everyone who is nearby when a marathon is run. Because I get, and I think everyone gets, what feels like an endorphin rush, just by standing on the sidelines cheering.

Obviously I need to get a better shot, but I wanted to post proof of crash. The Tardis has once again crashed into a building on Perry Street. It’s nice that the Doctor visits us every year, but what is it about Perry Street that affects his driving/piloting skills?

What is wrong with me that I can’t ever get a decent shot of this?? I’m going blame my camera. Yo, camera. Get it together. You can be replaced. Actually, wait a minute. You know I can’t afford to replace you. Oh Jesus. My camera is evil.