Stacy Horn

I use the word to describe bullying, threatening, behavior. It has nothing to do with race. For instance, Congressman’s Michael Grimm’s response to the reporter was thuggish. “I will break you in half, like a boy.” Yeah, I’m as perplexed as everyone as to what that even means. Do boys break in half differently than girls or men or women? Or is he saying he’s going regress and break the reporter in half like a boy might do it?

Back to thug. Conductor John Eliot Gardiner used the word to describe Bach, for christ’s sake! “It is just as credible that the bewigged cantor-to-be was the third in a line of delinquent school prefects — a reformed teenage thug.” (From the new book Bach: Music in the Castle of Heaven.) But my experience is not everyone’s. Have other people found the word “thug” applied disproportionately to blacks?

Yet another cat picture. I need to spend a day taking pictures of other things besides cats.

Every time I add a video to my YouTube channel I’m encouraged to make a “channel introduction” video to introduce new subscribers to my channel. Today I finally made one. What do you think? I’m think I should probably just include take two.

Okay, here’s the short version. Yeah, I think this is better.

I’ve tweeted about it, talked about it on Echo and Facebook, and now I’m going to mention it here. See The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. It is such a genuinely sweet movie. I was feeling a little blue yesterday and needed something uplifting and this movie is it. Thank you, Ben Stiller. I can’t believe there hasn’t been a lot more talk about it. I just love the heart of this movie. Everyone in it is great, even though some of them only get a few minutes of screen time. You’ll love them all. I could gush about specifics, but I don’t want to spoil a second of it for anyone.

I wasn’t happy with the picture I took of Finney yesterday. Bleeck looked cute, I thought, but not Finney, who looked irritated, and he probably was. So I tried again. Much better, I think. He’s in a favorite spot and baking in the sunlight, so less cranky. (Note the lights from my prisms.)

You must watch Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared 2. I’m off to watch everything else these people have done. Okay, there are only two others, all worth watching, but this one is the best. “Make it stop.”

Also, the heat came back within a day, but my apartment is still freezing. It’s like it can’t catch up and get warm again. The cold was allowed to build up and take hold and now it just laughs at my meager attempts to fight it. I think I need to put gloves on.

Here is Bleecker, curled up in his reserved seating in front of the radiator.

And Finney with me, in front of the space heater. Oh, do you see that small heating blanket on the floor? Finney and I take turns with that.

It’s 10 degrees (-1 real feel) and there’s no heat or hot water in my apartment. Terrific. That said, being parked in front of a space heater is actually quite pleasant and cosy. I just can’t move a body part outside the tiny zone of warmth.

This is Grace Church during the snow storm. It doesn’t look quite real, does it?