Stacy Horn

I didn’t swell to no-longer-looks-human proportions, the pain was, well, thank god for pain-killers is all I’m saying. Right now I’m home and resting comfortably and using this an excuse to eat what I want and not move around a lot. I do long to look myself again though, and something they said about “gum placement” (ew, ew, ew) made me hope that when the swelling goes down my mouth might go a little back to normal. I’ve been slightly funny looking for so long and it gets depressing after a while.

I’m looking forward to the inauguration on Monday. The balls! The outfits! I love Michelle Obama’s new hair (of course I would since it’s similar to mine).

Someone set up this table on the street, next to an entrance to a subway. Not sure why. Maybe just to give smokers a nice place to have a cigarette?

I was researching the descendants of Abraham Lincoln the other day and I learned that Mary Todd Lincoln, Lincoln’s granddaughter, (Robert’s daughter, aka Mamie) was married to Charles Bradford Isham, and that she was what was referred to as a “choir mother” at Grace Church, where I now sing with the Choral Society of Grace Church.

I don’t technically know what a choir mother is, but I can guess. When Grace Church decided in 1892 to have a vested choir of men and boys, they also built a boarding school to house and educate the boys. I’m guessing the choir mother was there to look after and be a surrogate mother of sorts to the boys who were now away from their families?

I took this on the way to choir rehearsal last night. I love people. I love that someone painted this on a board built around a construction site. I’m also trying very hard not to think too much about the fact that in just a couple of hours I will once again be under the knife (oral surgery, related to a dental implant I may or may not be getting depending on how this second bone grft went, and I will find that out today).

I used to subscribe to People Magazine. There was a time when curling up with People was the highlight of my Friday afternoon. But at a certain point I aged out. I didn’t know half of the people they wrote about and it just wasn’t as fun for me anymore, and so I cancelled my subscription.

The other day however, I bought myself a copy to read as a treat after my oral surgery. When my surgery was postponed I went ahead and read it anyway.

What a complete let down. It wasn’t just that I didn’t know who they were writing about—even when I did the stories weren’t fun. I gave it some thought. What went wrong over there?

– Each piece is relatively shallow. There’s little research as far as I could tell. I get the distinct impression that whoever is left there hates their job and the subjects they are writing about. And they’re not given enough time or money to do a decent job. A quick google search, slap together a few photographs, done.

– Even more crucial, I think People Magazine has lost their juice. There were few stories about truly big stars and none seemed to have been done in cooperation with the stars they managed to cover.

– They used to do stories about all sorts of people who were the next big thing in other fields, like computers and new media. There was none of that. Instead there were human interest stories about people doing something heroic, which is fine, but they were written in an earnest, this-is-good-for-you way, and reading those pieces felt like homework.

I’m more focused on television than movies these days, but we are living in an unprecedented era of incredible, genius tv. There’s not just a few good shows, there are so many great shows I can’t watch them all even though I’m currently in-between books with plenty of spare time! There is no excuse not to have a magazine packed with coverage of all this mind-blowing talent that is out there. Come on!

No new pictures today. I took this around Christmas, because I was amazed to see a doll that looked so much like the person/character they are meant to portray.

Turns out, I’m having my oral surgery on Wednesday. This whole dental implant process has taken so long the NYU students that began the work are graduating in June and the implant still won’t be done. Ugh.

I took this picture of a construction site using my telephoto lens. I actually couldn’t really see what I was getting so I was happy to see the “Chris Heart Alex” graffiti later.

8:43: Amazing how close to an hour between posts I get. I’ve become distracted from the Golden Globes by impending PAIN, so probably no more blogging for me alas, not that I was really blogging them anyway!

7:42: I’ve been getting email about my surgery tomorrow. It’s impossible to relax.

6:42: I’m here. I’m a little late. Who did I miss? Claire Danes, I can’t believe she had a baby a month ago, Katherine McPhee was kinda cold to Ryan Seacrest, Zooey Deschanel was funny pointing out how Lucy Liu was oblivious last year when Zooey had to disengage her dress from Lucy’s, and Lena Dunham, not sure what to say, still loving the short hair.

Where are the cats? CATS? There’s one in the mess that is my coffee table.