Stacy Horn

I went. I drummed. I took pictures. First up, ME. From left to right, David Schwartz, Ellen Cooper, dancer whose name I do not know, me. We’re bundled up because it was freezing. I don’t know how those brave, hardy dancers do it. They were all pretty much naked.

At various times I tried to get a picture of the crowds lining the streets, but we were moving at such a fast clip none of my shots came out. Their faces, thousands and thousands of them, were smiling, exhilarated, and cheering. I cut out at 14th Street and for a moment, while I was not in the parade, but watching it, I got to feel the energy, all these people glad to be in this one spot at this time. People in stilts came by and I was afraid they’d fall on me or I’d trip them but it was exciting and all was okay.

Giant eyeballs were kind of the theme this year. The parade was started by a bunch of artists and theatre people who lived at Westbeth mostly (I think) and there was always a theme which was represented by giant puppets interspersed throughout the parade. (And it used to wind through the smaller streets of the Village and there would be various theatrical tableaus along the way). The puppets are less and less present every year. But this year it was eyeballs.

This was after the parade, at 11th Street and 7th Avenue, when I was almost home, when I saw the best thing of all …

None of my shots last night came out well, but I grabbed this shot this morning. I have close-ups, but I think this long view gives you a better idea of just how cool what these people did is. If you’re not a Doctor Who fan it would probably take too long to explain what has been done here, but it is GREAT. That’s the Tardis, Doctor Who’s time traveling machine, crashed into a building on Perry Street.

Thank you, whoever did this, I love it. Oh Hell, I’m including one of my shots of it from last night, because you miss how it was lit from within in this daytime shot …

Update: A view of the Tardis on Perry Street in 2012.

It’s Mona Simpson’s eulogy for her brother, Steve Jobs. You might be thinking, enough already with Steve Jobs, I’m sick of Steve Jobs, or even, I hate Steve Jobs. But this is different. It’s incredibly moving. It’s moving not only because of the life observed, but because of the observer. It reminds me how even fictional characters can be so affecting they change lives. So it doesn’t matter what you think of Steve Jobs. Just read it. And thank you, Mona Simpson.

Holiday cleaning progress report: DONE. My apartment is so clean I can throw a freshly laundered white comforter on the floor, have a cat immediately jump into it, and not care.

I’ve got a massive laundry to do and then I’m done. At that point I will read magazines, watch tv, eat bon-bons (fruit and nuts actually, and some dark chocolate) and sing to my cats.

I brought my camera to a Halloween party last night, but never brought it out, so here is a picture from the days when the weather was opposite to the combo monsoon/blizzard we had last night. This was from this year’s Fashion’s Night Out.

OH! Speaking of which, I love Anya, but Joshua should have won Project Runway, with Victor coming in second and Kimberly coming in third. I was shocked that Anya won. I would kill for pieces in all their collections but hers. Her dresses were beautiful, but there was no variety and I’d have no place to wear any of them. How many people go to resorts?? Also, I’ve been meaning to bring this up, but when a piece is praised because of the print and the print is someone else’s work, it almost feels like cheating to me. Her dresses moved beautifully, I’m not trying to take that away from Anya, but the prints were someone else’s design. Unlike Victor, for instance. Anya is wonderful and Joshua needs to grow up, but still.

Last, I love the new show Project Accessory. It made me feel like if I had some talent I could look fabulous even though I’m poor. The accessories they made out of junk, basically??? Amazing!

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!