Stacy Horn

I’m so depressed. Ricky’s dance for your life routine was amazing, so amazing they had to chose him, but I love Wadi. I wanted to see him dance more!! I don’t give a f***k that he can’t do cha-cha. He’s just more exciting to watch. Depressed.

I’m torn about Ryan. I don’t like her. I just do not like her. I was shocked when the judges praised her routine with Ricky this week. Her constant mugging for the camera, the happy smiles (vs alluring smiles) ruined it for me. The judges kept going on about how sexy it was, but I thought they had zero chemistry together, no heat.

But Missy’s dance for your life routine didn’t wow me even though she’s a great dancer, so I agreed with what Nigel said there, and Iveta, there’s something so hard about her. It makes it difficult to love her. I agree that ultimately Ryan shows the most potential, but again, I don’t like her so I was rooting for Iveta, even though I don’t really love Iveta.

I miss Wadi. Sob.

For my fellow Fringe fans: this is Michael Cerveris singing Purple Rain at last night’s Loser’s Lounge Prince tribute. There were lots of great moments (Jack Skuller singing Manic Monday, Seth Berkowitz singing 1999, and Mike Fornatale singing Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad, and others) but the high point of the night for me was Samantha Brown singing Nothing Compares 2U. She is working on a debut record with Modern Vintage Recordings which is due in September. Look for it!

I have to run to a conference that my friend Steven thought I should go to and got me in to, but I wanted to quickly post that the Japanese edition of my book Unbelievable is about to come out!! I am so so so excited.

Sayaka Nakai, the most fabulous and wonderful translator, posted pictures on Facebook. Thank you so much Sayaka, and Mr. Izumi (the editor) and Mr. Matsuda (the book designer). I am very grateful for all the work and attention and care you put into my book. I am beyond happy and thrilled. And nervous too! (I hope people buy it and love it.) But my nervousness aside, thank you all, and Kinokuniya, very much!

Here is the really cool and sleek cover (I love the suggestion of the ESP cards, really smart) and ..

… a look inside! I love that they have photographs inside (the American edition did not). Woohoo!!

After the most recent storm I put a towel on a chair to dry and now I can’t move it. He loves to sleep on it, he loves to sleep below it. I’m a prisoner to that towel.

I just read a recent New York Magazine article about Anna Nicole Smith. I am not even particularly interested in Anna Nicole Smith, but something grabbed me and the article was so well done I couldn’t stop reading. The writer is just that kind of writer, and her story is can’t-look-away sad.

I wasn’t blown away, but I’ll give it more time. It’s the summer and I need aliens! (Must see Super 8.)

So I just get into swimming, and the city is shutting down the indoor pool on Wednesday and sometime after that (they are vague on the day) the outdoor pool will open to replace it for the summer. They also haven’t published a schedule yet for who swims when (family hours, adult hours, senior hours). I hope they remember to include Stacy hours.

Yet another store (the 700 million trillionth) is opening on Bleecker that I will never ever be able to afford to shop in. But I’m expecting great windows from you, Jimmy Choo store. Do not disappoint me.

Here’s the Sarah Jessica Parkerette story I mentioned yesterday. When Sex and the City was in full swing, very young girl tourists would come to New York in their best approximations of a Carrie-type outfit. Because of the show this is what they imagined a sophisticated New York girl would wear. In reality, most New Yorkers would never dress like Carrie, although now and again Carrie had on a very cute top, and there were a few good dresses, more than a few towards the end, and other great pieces.

So the girls would have stood out just for trying, but on top of that they’d get it horribly wrong, and often they looked like very bad Halloween Carries. But it was touching. They’d do their best to act natural, to adopt “I’m from New York, I dress like this all the time, I’m just a girl out on the town” attitudes and those of us around them would never in a million years try to spoil their fun. We’d never stare, never ask them where they’re from. I remember one girl walking into a store in the most clownish Carrie outfit that we all almost gasped. It was remake of the outfit from the beginning, when she gets splashed by the bus. But we caught ourselves, didn’t say a word, did our best to pretend she was one of us. She was terribly young and no one wanted to embarrass her.

In case anyone thinks I’m being judgmental, I’m a jeans and tshirt girl mostly. I’m not a fashionista, although I love love love fashion, so I appreciate the people who are. They are walking works of art. The Carrie-girls were just young girls playing dress-up and they were achingly sweet.

Skaters along the Hudson River.

Not one of them was wearing a helmut, of course.