Stacy Horn

8:36AM. This thing is already a bust! I’m terrible in geography, but isn’t it already past 6pm in Australia, New Zealand and China (and lots of other places if only I could pick them out on a map)?

<—This is Buddy sweetly trying to assure the faithful that God still loves them even though he didn’t take them and murder the rest of us.

10:37AM. I have just been reminded that today is the Dance Parade.  I think I will go watch that instead of going to the library.

6:06PM. Still here!!  I went to the Dance Parade AND the library. Two libraries, actually, but I didn’t make it to the second in time, it was closed.

I have 16,000 pictures of people dancing. I’m going to try to narrow it down to three.

How is everyone?  Anyone … disappear?

7:29PM. Still going through dance pictures.

I suppose now is not the time to tell you about the apocalyptic dreams I had before I’d heard that today was the day? I had the same dream twice. I was standing in my window, looking downtown, watching each building explode one after another, like a wave, heading toward me. It was awful, no where to run. In the last few seconds I had I wondered what could have caused it. The terrorists couldn’t have wired every single building to go like that, it was like each explosion ignited the building next to it. All moving inexorably and too-fast-to-run in my direction. Pretty spectacular. And horrible.

I thought I might live blog my day, except I don’t have anything interesting planned, maybe go to the library, research some coal miners, that’s pretty much it for today. Except for me, that is a good day. I love doing sh*t like that. I’ll see how it goes.

The last supper. Okay, technically, the second to last supper since this is all supposed to happen at 6pm and they get a meal at 4:30. Eat up!

My friend Jonathan Hayes has a new book out called A Hard Death. Jonathan is a senior medical examiner at the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner, and you can read more about him here. Fascinating guy, really. A guy whose life is basically a thriller writes thrillers.

About A Hard Death from Jonathan’s website:

Jenner, the brilliant forensic pathologist hero of Precious Blood, has survived the horrific final denouement of the Inquisitor serial killings, but not the political fall-out. His medical license suspended, Jenner finds himself banished from New York to Douglas County in coastal Florida, and settles in to work as a Medical Examiner in the balmy seaside resort of Port Fontaine.

But nothing in Douglas is as it seems. First, Jenner’s former mentor is found savagely murdered, then an anonymous call in the middle of the night leads Jenner to a nightmarish discovery in the Everglades. He finds traces of a shadowy criminal conspiracy, and soon learns that he can trust no one.With his life on the line, Jenner refuses to walk away and let his friend’s murder go unpunished. The result is an explosive, edge-of-the-seat thriller in the tradition of Patricia Cornwell and Kathy Reichs.

Publisher’s Weekly says his main character “emerges as a sufficiently flawed yet empathetic hero.”

And I’m sorry about the “nut jobs,” but come on. I am enjoying the response to the end of the world predictions. Like the CDC’s Zombie Apocalypse page [the page I linked to is gone]. I can’t imagine the parties that are going to happen in the city this weekend. I should go out with a camera and walk around.

Finney woke me up last night, but I sometimes catch the best tv when I can’t sleep. I watched a surprisingly captivating documentary about Benazir Bhutto recently. Last night I learned about whaling. But here’s what got me. They had a section about Melville’s book Moby Dick, which I’ve never read by the way (and my friends insist I would love it). The critics panned it, it bombed, and by 1866 Melville’s writing career was over. He died in 1891, while still working in the customs office.

How did Moby Dick go from no one reading it after it was published in 1851 to everyone’s top ten list today? The Wikipedia entry kinda explains it. His publisher reprinted it along with his other books a year after he died, so that put it out there again, people could take a second look, and a few people did, and so on.

But doesn’t that make you wonder how many Moby Dicks disappeared forever, without ever being discovered for the masterpieces they were?

The question does not engage Finney. You needn’t look so complacent little furball. We know you’re not going anywhere on Saturday. (Because he’s evil.)

Like I didn’t know it already, but we (humans) are insane. A lot of people are taking this whole judgement day thing very seriously, apparently. For instance, I’m hearing stories of people who took the week off, to what? Prepare? To pack for Heaven? Insane.

As long as we’re identifying flowers, what is this in the picture below? From a distance it looked fungus (very pretty fungus) growing up this tree, up close it looks like azaleas, but it’s a tree, so it can’t be azaleas, right? So what is this?

Three things that made me happy yesterday:

Reading Glamour at the doctor’s office, those moments on the subway when I remembered not hating myself so much, meditating with my monthly group.