Stacy Horn

I saw it in a tweet first, and then went to the Times website. Yay us!

BREAKING NEWS1:07 PM ET: Federal Appeals Court Rules California’s Ban on Gay Marriage Is Unconstitutional.

Other things I’m happy about today: My apartment is freshly cleaned, and so is my laundry, choir rehearsal is tonight and I LOVE the Verdi Requiem, the orange I just had, there’s lots of good tv stored up on my DVR, the sun is shining in my window, I just noticed that my curtain sparkle in the sunlight, there must be something woven into the thread, something glittery or reflective, AND my cats aren’t dead yet, except I have to lug Finney to the vet tomorrow and that is going to kill me because he weighs a freaking ton.

Graffiti in the East Village.

I already tweeted this picture last night, but here it is again. This was Finney curled up against me while I watched Homeland on my computer. Actually, that’s not such a great shot is it? It’s too dark. Plus my arm looks deformed.

Oh well. I’m heading back to the couch as soon as I get caught up in my email. I went out swimming and did a laundry and now I’m exhausted. Must be the cold, which is such a minor cold.

I want to rant about all the hating on Madonna. I remember when she first came on the scene. There was no one like her at the time. It was such a different world back then. I was in awe of the power-assuming, ball busting, fuck-you, bomb-going-off excitement of her. Loved all the different early looks, the videos, her dancing. I envied so many things about her, as her career just took off and I struggled along on my mousy way. She ruled MTV and the club scene for a while. It was fun.

She does seem to have this mean girl side to her that made it hard for me to love her, but I’ve always admired her. And loved some of her music.

Anyway, good for her that she’s still around. She looks fucking great for 53. I think she needs more of a re-invention, but I’m nit picking.

There’s an article about pigeon rescue in the New York Times today! Thank you, Alex Vadukul. Although the picture of the pigeon getting an x-ray freaked me out. Of course I realize it’s the only way to manage it, but still.

This is the pigeon I rescued last year. I think of her from time to time and hope she’s okay. I also must admit I hope I don’t see anymore wounded pigeons. I know, like last time, I will be unable to walk away from them. Except it was rewarding. Alright, I’m on the fence. Universe, it might be okay to send wounded pigeons my way.

Michael Cerveris, who plays the main Observer on Fringe, at the Loser’s Lounge last night. He’s so charming on stage, and has a great voice too of course. But I’m going to curl up on the couch now. I have a cold.

Oh god, I’ve got the news on in the background and I’m hearing horrible horrible things about what’s happening in Syria. For the love of god. Are you all hearing this? They are shooting men, women and children, and snipers are picking off the people trying to help them?

More details to come once I know them, but I’m very excited. It was the only book of mine that wasn’t available in an ebook edition. I need to think of ways to promote it. I was told it could happen as soon as late March/early April. That is blazingly fast! UPDATE: It’s going to be available on April 2nd.

OWS has gotten a lot of play, but what you may not know is New Yorkers are always yelling about or protesting something. I took this yesterday at Union Square.