Stacy Horn

I saw it in Vanity Fair first, but now every news agency has reported that the Perry Street building used for the exterior shots for Carrie’s apartment in Sex and the City was for sale and is now sold.

For the record, the building that was just sold is next door to the actual Sex and the City building. It’s a small thing, and it’s an understandable mistake, just pointing it out.

I think I’m bothering to post about it because I’m fact-checking my book right now, and finding small mistakes, incorrect dates, name spellings, and I’m sure I’ll find a bigger mistake or two before I’m done. The publisher used to have fact-checkers on staff to do this, but now the writer is expected to do their own fact-checking.

You might think, well, of course they should. They should be doing this all along. And we do. I am very careful as I go along, and yet I still make mistakes, and some of them incredibly dumb. But I do think fact-checking should be done by someone other than the author because you’re so close to the book sometimes you just can’t see it anymore.

Coming soon, the store that will be the ruin of me. I will be passing by this store every time I go to and from swimming. I know how my mind words. I will think: I’ve just been swimming. Surely a little bread won’t hurt.

I have so much to do this week I’m freaking out a little bit … lot. I want to post about the Virtual Choir 3 premiere, the fact that Waiting For My Cats to Die just came out in an ebook edition, and other things, but I have to do my taxes, call my friend Chris, and a million other things. So, I will be back tomorrow. In the meantime, I give you pigeons.

These wonderful people had the pigeons eating out of their hands, and …

… they showed this little boy how to do it, creating a bird lover for life probably!

There’s going to be a live stream of the event from Lincoln Center starting at 6:30. I’ll be there! I was lucky and got a pass because I’ll be sneaking in a few lines about it for the end of the book.

I took this last night at Carnegie Hall. The standout pieces for me were Lux Aurumque, Five Hebrew Love Songs, and Cloudburst, which was incredible. The piece was beautiful itself, but as it builds Whitacre had various members of the choir play handbells, and then, right before the cloudburst, they all raise their arms and then they snap their fingers, clap, slap their legs, all these various things that, helped with the acoustics of Carnegie Hall, really really really sounded like rain. I see he wrote this when he was 22. Further proof that composers are not: human.

Tonight I’m going to have a perfect New York City evening! When I was young I was lucky to be introduced to the all the arts, which I ate up, except I remember having mixed feelings about museums. I was like most kids in this respect, mummies/good, everything else/eh. But my favorite was live music of any kind.

I’m meeting a friend from choir for dinner at a greek diner (first part of a perfect evening) and then we’re going to Carnegie Hall to listen to the music of Eric Whitacre and Morten Lauridsen.

Tomorrow is the premiere of the Virtual Choir 3 and I’ve been blessed with a pass to go because I’m writing about it!! I’ll be taking tons of pictures and movies.

I took this the other day, this is Union Square. Normally this part of the Square is crawling with people on their various soap boxes (and others just relaxing while on break). Union Square has a long history of being a nexus of political expression so it was sad to see it emptied like this.

I wrote two angry posts recently, and I’ve saved both for later. I wanted to mull them over first. Sometimes it’s good to get mad. I posted the first one on Yelp and got a very gracious response, so I have to change that post to reflect that. The second I think might just be a preaching-to-the-choir kind of post, which is also okay. Sometimes you need to reach out to like-minded people. But I thought I would wait and then I ended up not posting anything for almost two days!

So here a few things I’ve been meaning to bring up:

Eldad Hagar rescued another dog! I want to marry Eldad Hagar and all the dogs he’s rescued.

Amy and Rory are leaving Dr. Who. I’ll be crying for weeks when that happens. Because I want to marry Amy and Rory.

A doctor weighs in about Virginia’s new transvaginal ultrasound law. Yes, I want to marry this doctor, too.

This next link has to do with an idea I have for a possible book (I have several ideas percolating). In my singing book I write about Mozart writing for his wife Constanze, and then I saw this video. Soprano Hila Plitmann talks about singing Goodnight Moon, written by her husband Eric Whitacre, who is also in my book. As far as wedding prospects, I happen to already be married to Eric and Hila. Okay, not really.

I’ve decided to divorce the Empire State Building, because this is the building I really want to marry. I took this on the way to the dentist, where I had my stitches removed and which hurt like hell. What painful thing is up next? Checking … oh great. I might need another bone graft.
I suspect I will want to marry all my dentists when I’m done (I have four working on my implant, the two students and their professors) but at the moment all wedding plans are off. (They’re doing a great job so far, though.)