Stacy Horn

I thought I would have my camera back by today, at the latest. But the parts that came in didn’t work and so now I have to wait for replacement parts for the replacement parts. Then, my cellphone broke. I’m going broke fixing broken things.

Wait a minute. What the hell is going on with my arm in this photograph?? I have stick arms, I swear. That’s Finney, by the way. Monster-cat of Perry Street. This is a screenshot from ichat.

Has anyone tried Airtime yet? It’s a video chat service started by the Napster guys. I signed up for it on Facebook, but then I was too afraid to hit “Talk to Someone.”

I invited a friend to do it with me, someone I don’t mind seeing me … not at my best. But it doesn’t work in Safari. I had to switch to Google Chrome, and he only had Safari. I’m trying to think of fun things I can do to promote my singing book and Airtime is one of the things I’m exploring.

Here I am, offering proof that I have stick arms, in spite of all the swimming. Notice the closed mouth smile in my pictures? I don’t like how my smile looks now. I hope when all my dental work is done I have a pretty smile again.

And boy did you know how to say goodbye. I just read his essay, Take Me Home, which appeared in this week’s New Yorker. Be prepared to cry.

I may have my camera back tomorrow. I took this last year, but didn’t post it because it’s not really a picture of anything. Barack Obama was in town and he drove through my neighborhood, except I missed him. This is just the aftermath, a sad picture of what I didn’t see, of barricades that someone had already started to put away.

In Grace Church, in the southwest corner of the church, right below the organ gallery where a professional choir used to sing, there’s a statue of St. Cecilia, the patron saint of musicians and church music. Underneath the statue is a plaque which reads: “Her children place this statue in devout memory of Julia Northall Bodstein, who in this church through nine and twenty years sang the praises of God.” Julia was the soprano soloist for the professional choir and she sang in Grace Church from 1846 (when the church opened) to 1875.

I didn’t end up including her in the book, but I did research her a little. She was married to Frederick William Bodstein, and she had four daughter although one daughter, Flora, died when she was only three years old. Her other daughters were Clara, Lucy and Emily. Emily Bodstein Proctor and her husband, William Proctor, were the ones to install the plague, in 1920. The sculptor was John Massey Rhind.

Julia died on June 28, 1896, when she was 72. My picture of the statue didn’t come out well, I need to go back and try again, but this is the plaque. If by any chance any of her descendants come across this post, I’d love to learn more about her. And see a picture of her!

We’ve been singing at other churches for a couple of years now, while Grace Church undergoes renovations, and this winter we return to Grace! It’s very exciting for us. The last time I was in Grace Church, which was only a few weeks ago, it seemed not at all near ready, but I’m crossing my fingers.

I took these before a performance at St. Thomas. We look so fancy on performance night.

By the way, the copy editor went through my book and removed practically all the hyphens. I’m sure she would take the hyphen out of the “camera-less” in my post title there.

Today is shelter animal day, or something animal day, and there are related events going on at Union Square and up at the Wild Bird Fund, and I’m planning on stopping by. But it’s killing me that I won’t be able to photograph the animals and birds. KILLING. I am so frustrated.

My birthday is off to a great start though, because Buddy just ate two cans of food and now he is eating Finney’s food. He is pretty unequivocally getting better.

So, you’ve all heard the news about Amelia Earhart, right? It’s upsetting that the distress calls that were dismissed as bogus might have been genuine. Could she have been saved had they not been ignored?

What picture am I going to put here?? Here’s a shot I took a few weeks ago of a guy walking dogs. I always take pictures of dog walkers, because I always wish I was the dog walker.