Stacy Horn

Someone pointed me to this easy-to-read explanation of all the components of the ACA (Obamacare to those determined to misrepresent it). Please read through this list and let me know which parts you don’t like. I didn’t know about this one, I love this one:

“Congress and Congressional staff will only be offered the same insurance offered to people in the insurance exchanges, rather than Federal Insurance. Basically, we won’t be footing their health care bills any more than any other American citizen.”

Honestly though, there are so many good parts there are too many to list. Just take a look.

The fireworks from my roof last night. It was an interesting night on the roof! There was someone who used to live on 11th Street when I lived there, around thirty years ago, and a person who lived in the building I’m living in now around twenty years ago. That was a pretty mangled sentence, but you get what I’m try to say.

This is zooming in …

… and this is pulling back. There were four barges out on the Hudson River shooting off fireworks. Next year, mark my words, I’m going to watch from the river instead of my roof.

I haven’t left the apartment and don’t plan to except to go to the roof to watch the fireworks. Instead, I’ve been puttering and catching up and holy shit, you have to read this history of the group Anonymous. I stopped mid-post to read it and was utterly riveted. You may think you don’t care about the subject, but trust me, it’s well worth reading.

I know they have a dark side (don’t we all) but it was exciting to read how at times they morph into an army for good. It reminded me of how scared I was at one point when I was about to take on an NYPD chief. Someone from the Detective’s Endowment Association said, “I don’t know a single detective who won’t stand behind you.” It was amazing feeling. I wasn’t going into battle alone.

I also just read that there might be an unexplored treasure trove of writing from one of my favorite writers, Joseph Mitchell (his New Yorker pieces were put together in a book called Up in the Old Hotel). They seem to be in the control of an unnamed executor. I wonder if this person is doing anything with it? And who is this person?

I took this while cutting through Washington Square Park on my way home. This is Manhattan!

There has been a strong response to the group of school kids who threw garbage into the 9/11 memorial pool recently. I am not saying they shouldn’t have been stopped and reprimanded, but I think there’s been some over-reaction here.

I read one of the comments of one of the kids involved. Even though he wasn’t being particularly apologetic, he was mostly defending himself, something he said made me think. I pictured myself at that age at a World War II memorial. I would not have comprehended what was being memorialized there either, or how people who’d lost friends and family might feel. Intellectually I would have, but not emotionally. I don’t think I would have experienced the kinds of emotions that would have quieted me. I might have behaved, but I could also see myself acting like a stupid kid too. Especially if I was with a bunch of friends and we were in a particularly stupid mood. I was not evil. Those kids who threw the garbage may or may not be bad kids, we can’t know from this one act alone. Do we react like this when people behave similarly at the Vietnam veterans memorial a short walking distance away? Do people even know there is a Vietnam veterans memorial that close by? (It’s at 55 Water Street. More info here.)

For the record, I was a 9/11 volunteer for almost the entire recovery period. It’s true I’m influenced in part by my own preference for living memorials. I love the memorial pool (which I still haven’t visited, have only seen in photographs and videos!) but I would also like to see the space become a thriving, active space. Perhaps one where we talk about freedom of religion, or, in my case, the freedom to not practice any religion of all.

Bottom line: I like the idea that while I am there, reflecting on my own thoughts, I might be surrounded by laughter, and kids acting out (but not throwing garbage) or people talking or arguing. That would comfort me more than a muffled silence.

I say this with all respect to my friends who feel differently. I know you want to honor the people who died, and the response to that terrible event.

This is a view of One World Trade Center, I took it as I was walking home on Hudson Street.

Where the hell is Matt? has a new dancing video up. (I danced with Matt in 2007.) Speaking of dancing, I couldn’t do the easy dance routine for National Dance Day. I’m thinking of writing them a letter about it. They go way too fast when demonstrating the steps, and they don’t break it down enough for non-dancers. Maybe it’s just fine for most people, but for slow people like me, I just can’t grasp what they’re doing.

Re: Scientology stalkers. A number of places have posted the location of Katie Holmes’s new apartment, and about the fact that she may be being stalked by Scientology goons. From TMZ and the Post (via Gothamist):

“People who have photographed Katie multiple times tell TMZ there have been several ‘mysterious’ men and vehicles around Katie’s apartment and following her when she’s out. Specifically … a white Cadillac Escalade and black Mercedes SUV have been seen near Katie’s NYC apartment for the past week.”

“A team of beefy armed men parked themselves in a white Cadillac Escalade outside Holmes’ place all day yesterday, snapping pictures of people outside the building and demanding to know who they were.”

I feel like going by with a sign that says, “Leave Katie Alone!” with a little crying face. Except, she voluntarily married Tom Cruise, and Scientology’s aggressive tactics have been well known for decades.

The ruins on Roosevelt Island.

Prometheus. I saw this in IMAX 3D. On the one hand this is a profoundly stupid movie. On the other hand, I was entertained the whole time. Go figure.

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World. I think I might have already posted about this one, but it was lovely. Highly recommended. Steve Carell, endlessly sweet and charming and lovable.

The Avengers. Also highly recommended. Yes, I’m a Joss Whedon groupie, but there’s a very good reason I’m a Joss Whedon groupie. Most of what he writes is very smart and funny.

Men in Black III. It was okay. I wanted to like it more, but I can’t say that I did. There’s a lot better out there to see, alas.

What I was thinking about seeing today, but I don’t seem to be moving on it: Moonrise Kingdom, Beasts of the Southern Wild, Magic Mike, (I love watching people dance).

I took this on my walk up the east side. Why would someone put Medusa’s head on the front of their building?