Stacy Horn

I went swimming in the morning, so I could indulge myself for the rest of the day, which means sitting around eating cheese and wallowing in Oscar tv.

When the red carpet coverage really starts, I’ll be back to live-blog a little.

My day yesterday: I walked crosstown, to Grace Church at 10th and Broadway, and then I sang, sang, sang. It was wonderful. Verdi! Makes me wish I was an opera star! Then I stopped into Murray Cheese on my way home, passing through Washington Square Park, where a wedding photographer had her work cut out for her. Actually, the way that wind was whipping that veil around, it could have made for some more dramatic and interesting pictures.

Fringe. I don’t understand why it keeps falling in the ratings when it keeps getting better.

It has become this great ensemble show, rising to the level of Bones in that respect. Also, the developing mythology is wrapped up in love stories of one kind of another, either romantic or between family members or work partners, which makes it engrossing both intellectually and emotionally. Love, science, science-fiction.

I’m sorry for steering you wrong about Grimm when Once Up a Time developed into a much better show, but I made a snap judgement in that case. Fringe has been on for a while. I am not wrong here.

What were the other things? Oh, I know. I’ve been reading New York Diaries and I’ve been loving how people describe their New York days, and I realized I don’t really do that. I describe what I’m doing but not the city I’m doing it in. I’m going to start doing that.

Bleecker Street. I’ve posted photographs of these building before, because one of them is on sale. I just loved how they looked in the sunlight, with the skies.

My plan for the day: swim and read. After I finish New York Diaries I will need something escapist but great. Any recommendations?

I love this sign. I’ve always been attracted to shades of yellow and blue together. A couple painters I’ve loved also worked with yellow and blue a lot, who were they?? Of course I don’t remember because I no longer possess a working brain.

Everyone is talking about removing their google search history and I was about to do that, but stopped. I need to research this more. Do I really want to? My question is, will anybody be able to search my web history? I agree it could be pretty embarrassing, but not horribly so. I search my name more than anything (to see if anyone is reading my books) and nail polish shades. Okay, and cute animal pictures. You got me.

From the EFF:

“Google’s new unified privacy policy will take effect on March 1. All the data Google automatically gathers about you, such as the sites you visit, will be dumped into one virtual bucket with your name on it. While you can’t opt out of the new approach without abandoning Google sites, you can erase your browsing history.

“Search data can reveal particularly sensitive information about you, including facts about your location, interests, age, sexual orientation, religion, health concerns, and more,” warns the Electronic Frontier Foundation, a non-profit organization based in San Francisco and an advocate for online privacy.

“If you delete your Google Web History that includes the searches you’ve made and the sites you’ve visited, you’ll prevent Google from associating that data with information it has collected from other Google sites you use such as YouTube and Gmail. While no one knows exactly how Google would use your combined information, the policy changes have already prompted more than raised eyebrows.”

We spotted each other immediately. It was true love.

I am so out of sorts I gave Buddy his chemo medication on the wrong day. I gave it to him this morning thinking it was Wednesday. I’m pretty sure it won’t kill him, it’s the mildest of mild chemotherapies and very slow acting.

But the book is handed in and you’d think I’d be all “It’s Miller time!” but instead I’ve been bursting into tears about every little thing. My accountant emailed me a question, I cried. I can’t make up my mind about what I want to do at the moment, I cried. I don’t have any decent pictures to post … tears.

I went up to the roof, cried at the thought of someone locking the door behind me, not knowing someone was up there and then I’d be locked out on the roof in the cold.

So here are three views from my roof, practically live, haven been taken just moments ago. This is looking west, that’s the Hudson River in the distance, and New Jersey beyond that.

You’ve all seen this view from my roof before, but this is looking uptown, or north. My camera is tilting ever so slightly I see. Oh well. I guess I better cry.

A very pastel looking view of downtown.