Stacy Horn

I just heard about the Supreme Court decision ruling that same sex marriage is a right. I was working on a post about this bad cough I’ve developed (I know it sounds insane but I sprayed Febreze in my apartment a week ago and I’ve been coughing ever since. I’m seeing the doctor today, but I’m going out of my mind. It’s driving me crazy. Cough, cough, cough, endless cough, cough, cough).

But now I must pause and savor at least one shred of proof that some things in the world are getting better. Thank you, Supreme Court. Thank you, universe. Now please turn your attention to the religious extremism/mental illness taking hold around the world.

UPDATE: Just read the closing of Kennedy’s opinion. Stunningly beautiful and moving and compassionate. It’s going to go down in history. Well played, Justice Kennedy, well played:

No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right. The judgment of the Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit is reversed.

It is so ordered.

Oh wow. It’s Gay Pride weekend. It’s going to be insane!! I wasn’t going to march in the parade, and I probably still won’t (too tired) but I will be out taking pictures of what will probably be an incredible celebration!!

The Chrysler Building, my favorite skyscraper. I think it might be everyone’s favorite skyscraper.

Tonight is the Night at the Museums event. And this is all over the news: “A chance of showers and thunderstorms … mainly this afternoon. Some thunderstorms may produce damaging winds … heavy rainfall and frequent lightning this afternoon.”

You should hear them go on about the lightning, which, by the way, I pronounced and misspelled as lightening for many many years, like we were all getting our hair done whenever it stormed. Danger, danger, danger, they’re all crying. (Images of John Oliver dancing in his chair just went through my mind.) I went to this last year and had a lot of fun. You’ve got four hours to run from museum to museum, and it’s quite a challenge, even with out freaking Armageddon going on around you. I planned to make it to all the museums I missed last year. Now, I don’t know. We shall see.

A stroller full of Yorkies on Christopher Street, on Make Music New York day.

I hope to come back with more pictures, and maybe a video, but this is one of my shots from yesterday’s Make Music New York. When this band said their name I wasn’t sure if they were saying Black Flyer or Black Fire. It must be Black Fire.

If it isn’t pouring rain, I plan to walk around and catch the various performances in my neighborhood that are part of Make Music New York. There is a Bach sing along right near me, but I have a sore throat and I keep coughing. If I do it and cough a lot I’ll wreck it for others. I should really be more considerate and just listen. It will be hard though, especially during the B Minor Mass bits, which I love so much. They’re singing the Et incarnatus est chorus, my absolute favorite! So haunting and soaring.

Except I’ve always sung that sop1 and I’m a sop2 now and my high notes aren’t what they used to be. Plus, I don’t know the sop2 part at all and I’m not a good sight singer. In any case, I recommend going to Cornelia Street Cafe, 29 Cornelia Street, at 4, to listen or sing along.

Mushrooms growing out of solid rock (or is that tar?) in the West Village. How is that possible?

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I love the windows of Jackson Square Pharmacy. It’s near me on 8th Avenue in the West Village. They always do very charming windows at Christmas. Right now they have old-time bottles and measuring devices, but the best part is a scrapbook of prescriptions from 1917.

Here’s a closer look. I spent some time looking at it, hoping to catch a famous name or an interesting drug but I didn’t have any luck.