Stacy Horn

I’m often tempted to post some of the Craiglist ads for writers. What the hell, maybe I should. Maybe I’ll make it an ongoing thing. Starting with this one.

I am looking for a female who can screen, write, respond to and set up telephone calls with potential dates from online dating websites. I am a busy Wall Street professional and don’t have time to do this myself.

The right person will be a good writer and have a passion for social media.

This job will be done off-premises using your own computer.

Part of me thinks, well, it is tedious going through all the ads. I’ll give him that. That said, I don’t see how you can shortcut it. How can someone else decide who is going to be appealing to you? The second part I don’t get at all. Someone else is going to write and respond to them for you?? Sorry, but oh god oh god would I not want to be one of the people being set up with you.

Bleeck, on his way to do something evil. Me, I’m still goofing off.

I have all this stuff I have to do, and yet, what have I done so far today? It started out okay. I left the apartment at 8:30am to go swimming. Very energetic and healthy of me! Then, I came back and got stuck in Twitter. Which led to:

Car accidents in Russia. I don’t understand where all these came from. Does everyone in Russia film themselves driving or something?

An interactive map of Mount St. Helens victims. I read them all. Really sad, although some of them were pretty stupid. I also felt bad for the dogs.

This Kickstarter campaign, which can’t be real, right?

Anyway, this is the smallest, smallest taste of how I have wasted the day so far.

Construction workers in front of the slowly disappearing St. Vincent’s hospital. Destruction must be the kinda fun part of construction work, I think.

I now have an Emergency Cupboard in addition to my Go Bag. This is for hunkering down. I wanted all my power outage supplies in one place so I don’t have to go searching around for them when the lights go out. As you can see, I’ve got my battery operated lantern, battery operated radio, (that’s the black thing on the right) a manual coffee press, candles, plastic and staples in case a window is blown out … hmmm. That’s it, it seems. I’ve got a flashlight closer by on a shelf, and one in my purse, and a drawer full of batteries.

Seems like I should need more stuff. What am I forgetting? Food yeah, but what else?

So sad. Thank God, for now there will always be another concert. We’re doing Bach’s Mass in B Minor in the spring. This may be my favorite piece of all time to sing. Here was the line for our Saturday matinee concert. This was an hour before the concert! We have fans!

I also made a really short movie of the concert. Just a few behind-the-scenes snippets.

I’m sitting here, listening to Christmas music. John Lennon’s So This is Christmas just played, and now Cyndi Lauper’s Early Christmas Morning. All my work for the day is done (I got an early start) so now I can relax.

Morning everyone! The Choral Society of Grace Church has one more holiday concert, this afternoon. More Mozart, Mendelssohn, Muhly, Bruckner and carols are in my immediate future! I messed up the Muhly, but I wasn’t the only one. Still. AND, there’s one part in the Mozart where half the time I just panic, thinking I’m going to mess up, and so of course I do. SCARY PART coming, here it is, brain stops functioning, can’t think, damnit, then I jump back in. That happened last night. Let’s see if I can not do that today.

This is a picture of me with my band Manhattan Samba. I haven’t played with them this year at all. The Halloween Parade, which I never miss, was cancelled. I thought there was supposed to be another announcement about rescheduling, but the effects of Hurricane Sandy were too terrible and too great to even think about parades. I miss you Manhattan Samba!