Stacy Horn

This poor pigeon is huddled on my air conditioner. They never do that. There’s no shelter in this spot. It’s been there for an hour, and it’s snowing and raining terribly. I don’t know what to do. I can’t get at him from this window and I’m too afraid of heights to try to reach him from another window, even if I could figure out a way how.

I’m so upset. He has the same coloring as the pigeon I rescued. What if it is the same pigeon, coming back to me for help??

Update: The pigeon is gone. Thank god. It was killing me. Maybe I should go downstairs and see it’s on the street.

Further Update: Another pigeon is now huddled in the same spot. Maybe this spot offers something I’m not aware of.

This is going to be the most expensive holiday cleaning EVER. A window cracked while I was cleaning it, my router fell during said window-cleanage and won’t power up, I lost my tweezer (I know, not a lot of money but it’s hard to find a good tweezer, the ladies will understand) and I’m not done!

Snow is on the way. I need to rethink the outfit I was going to wear to a Halloween party tonight. I wonder if I could put something together that would like like Olivia from Fringe? What else might be warm … Maggie from Northern Exposure!

It’s a little early, but the timing worked out so that this weekend is the weekend that is best. Soon, my apartment will be the cleanest apartment in the whole wide world ever in all time including the future.

I’m a little late getting started because I left the house late for swimming. I almost didn’t go, but I am so glad I did. The pool was warmer than usual, and toward the end there was only three of us in the entire pool. We each had a lane to ourselves and it was so lovely and warm and serene. If you can picture it, there I was, doing the back stroke at a nice lazy pace, la-la-la, I’m floating along, la-la-la, not a care in the world, nope, not me, la-la-la.

It’s space heater time in NYC. Finney has a bit of a David Bowie thing going on with his eyes (due to the flash). The heat went on for the first time yesterday so I’ll be bringing out the humidifier today as well.

My neighbohood and others were bustling with OWS activity last night. I was curled up on the couch with the cats, happily watching America’s Next Top Model, but for the longest time the sky was filled with helicopters and I finally had to get up and see why. Turns out the OWS protestors were on the move, and apparently they were snaking through a lot of neighborhoods, including mine.

I have to say, I had fun following everything via twitter, live ustreams, and both watching the helicopters and the helicopter’s live streams at the same time. Oh, and a website link to the police radio broadcasts.

Here’s a shot looking towards Times Square from the Church of Saint Mary the Virgin, where my choir will be performing in December.

I’m sure many of you have already heard about this book Sybil Exposed, which is said to challenge what must be the most famous Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) case: Sybil.

Last week, the author of the book and a few scientists were guests on the show Science Friday. I wish you would all go listen to it here, because one of the scientists was such a jerk, and in such an unnecessary way. I came across this so many times while working on the Duke book. Just make your point. If it’s a valid one, why the need for all the nastiness piled on top? Also, the author of another Sybil book calls in and by the end of his phone call they were all just laughing at him, which was unkind, but if you listen I think you’ll see how it came to that.

I just read some of the comments about the book on Amazon. Fascinating. I haven’t read Sybil Exposed, but the comments seem to suggest that the author is also debunking MPD as a diagnosis and some of the commenters have been diagnosed with MPD. If you go you’ll see some of the reviews have prompted discussions.

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Police walking by Grace Church last Saturday, at the end of the anti-police brutality protest. I was singing there just before the march started.