Stacy Horn

DNA. A few days ago it was all over the news that a match had been found between DNA found on a chain used in a March Occupy Wall Street protest in a subway station, and the DNA found on the cd player of murder victim Sarah Fox, (her cd player was found in the park where her body was recovered).

I started to post about it because I read a quote from an expert in criminology, who called the DNA analysis a huge clue or a big break, which was kinda insane. First, all you could really say was that someone who touched the cd player also touched the chain.  Period. It wasn’t necessarily the killer.  I mean, it could be the killer, but even then the pool of suspects would have been narrowed down to the people who took the subway at the station that day in March. That’s a huge number of unidentified suspects—hardly a big break in the case.

Then, it came out that the DNA came from an NYPD employee assigned to the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner! Anyway.

Philip Glass Sing. Here is the NPR video of the Philip Glass sing I didn’t go to (it was 1,000 degrees out and my camera was broken). I missed out. And the soprano, Rachel Rosales, is amazing.

Red Burns and Michelle Obama. The Smithsonian’s Cooper-Hewitt, National Design Museum chose Red Burns as this year’s Design Patron (Red is the former Chair of NYU’s Interactive Telecommunications Program, where I went to grad school). There’s a luncheon today at the White House to celebrate her selection and the winners of the 2012 National Design Awards. The big question of course is: what will they both wear??

My friend Howard shopping for fruit.

I keep meaning to post a Buddy update. Buddy was diagnosed with lymphoma in January, 2010 and he is still with us. I actually suspect he had it for a lot longer.

Recently he stopped eating, and his diarrhea returned with a vengeance, and I thought this was it. We tried a few things and nothing worked, and for seven days I gave him injectable steroids, pepcid and an antibiotic. He got better, but when I stopped he went right back to not eating and the diarrhea started to slowly return.

Once again I thought this was it, but then the vet switched him from prednisone to prednisolone, and his appetite returned. I started going after the diarrhea with:

1 teaspoon of slipperly elm daily.
1/8 teaspoon of canned pumpkin with rice bran mixed in.
A pinch of l-glutamine, saccharomyces boulardii, Prozyme, Pet-Dophilus (given in pill pockets).
And I resumed monthly b12 injections.

The diarrhea was under control within days and he’s gaining weight again. So wow, Budd. You keep hanging in there. This could all turn around again, but for now he’s good.

Nora sent me the most beautiful earrings a while back, and I recently lost them at the City pool where I swim. I did my best to adopt a positive attitude about it—maybe someone who needs them more found them and is now happily wearing them—but of course deep down I really missed them.

So Nora sends me a new pair AND a pair in quartz, which are now tied for my favorite earrings, AND three stones to wear as necklaces (I do have a silver chain)!! Thank you so much, Nora. I love them all! The stones are so beautiful!! I’m googling chalcedony now, it’s very glow-y, isn’t it? Oh! It’s said to have healing properties. Interesting. Maybe I’ll try wearing all the stones on a chain together. Thank you, thank you, a million times, thank you. You are very generous.

People sitting out on a pier along the Hudson River.

I was out walking down the river with my friend Howard and we passed by these people dancing. They were doing the tango. I have to say, the heat makes me so depressed. I don’t do well once the temperature hits 90. In truth, I’m such a heat-wimp 88 is probably my true upper limit. I’m grateful for air-conditioning, but after a few days holed up in it I feel like the last zombie on earth. There are no more people with brains to eat, and no more fellow zombies to fight over what’s left.

I’m glad it seems like we’re getting a break. It was so invigorating just taking a simple walk along the river. There was a breeze and the heat wasn’t beating-down-oppressive and I felt alive again.

I walked around the dancers, trying to get landmarks into the background of the shots, like the Empire State Building. But the best shots were the dancers blocking it.

I did like capturing people dancing with the growing One World Trade Center in the background though. It’s a nice recovery shot, I thought.

I want her shoes.

I wish I had zoomed in on the girl in the flowered dress. She looks so happy.

… what? The sign over this building is broken off. It says Fourteenth Ward Industrial School Of The and then the rest of the sign is gone. It was a school for the poor, put in place in 1889 by the Children’s Aid Society and paid for by John Jacob Astor III, in memory of his wife. It replaced the original school that used to be at 93 Crosby Street.

At the time, the Times described the area as one of “wretchedness, poverty and squalor.” (This is across the street from where Alec Baldwin just got married.) Christ. I just browsed the Times a little about the school and the area. Just one sad story after another. IE, a 16 year old “colored” girl tried to kill herself drinking laudanum. They fixed her up and sent her home. Next! You only live once and some people get such a terrible roll of the dice. I wonder about the principal, Miss H. E. Stevens. She was the principal from when it opened in 1863, until I don’t know when. She was still the principal when this building opened. I can’t even find out her first name. Was she an unmarried society lady, or did she come from this neighborhood herself?

Wait, it seems like she may have lived at the school. I wonder if she worshipped across the street at Old St. Patrick’s? Maybe she’s in their records.

Some pictures of the building that housed the school.

A close-up of the sign.

I found this in the Museum of the City of New York’s digital collection. This is a picture of the inside of the school, taken in 1890.