Stacy Horn

I opted for a library visit when I remembered I still had some guest visit passes left for the NYU library. Except it poured and I sat in the cold library, completely soaking wet.

When I took this picture though, I wasn’t cold yet and I was very happy to be out in the rain. By the way, the NYU collection is amazing. I wonder if those NYU students appreciate how good they have it. (I’m sure many do.)

I love having all this time in front of me to write, write, write. Although I might take one day to start my library research.

I have to brainstorm though, about where I might come up with original material about the composer Ralph Vaughan Williams. I’d love to somehow find something new about him. Except he was British and I’m here in America.

Thinking, thinking … he came here a few times, there must be some scrap of something somewhere from these visits.

I have an idea!

I’ve been compiling a list of books I need to read which can’t be taken out of the library. You have to use them there. The list is so long now I’ll have to live at the library for a month straight. Seriously, it’s insane. What’s more insane is each book might only provide one tiny fact or quote, and I’ll spend a week for what might end up being a paragraph or two or three.

I took these pictures the other day, on my way home. A storm kept threatening, but it never quite happened. This is 13th Street, there’s an organic supermarket there.

This is 7th Avenue. I’m almost home.

Looking north on my roof.

And looking south! I loved the silver of whatever these things are again the gray.

I am so seriously disappointed about Alex Wong. I’m sure he’s feeling even worse. For those of you who are not watching So You Think You Can Dance, and you’re missing the best thing on television if you’re not, Alex Wong is one of the dancers and he injured his foot and had to leave the competition.

The important thing is that he exists at all and that he will get better and be dancing again. But God. He was a pleasure to watch. That is just such an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a dancer more. He was at a whole other level. Oh man, I don’t want to wait three months to see him dance again.

Oh! While we’re on the subject, would a dance company in New York please give him a job so I don’t have to go far to see him?

The routine that threw my love and admiration into the stratosphere is here. [Ack. It was taken down! I’ll see if I can find another link.] He’s a ballet dancer, and something about seeing a ballet dancer do hip hop as well as any hip hop dancer I’ve seen just made him beyond irresistible. He also seems like such a decent, lovable, good hearted person. Sigh. Oh, the bad luck of it! Well, again, he’ll be dancing again, and I will have the chance to see him again. I will focus on that. We love you Alex!!

How we’re faring: we’re hot. Way hot. Pretty m’f’ing hot. Normally my cats seem oblivious to the heat, and they’ll hang out in the bedroom even though only my front room gets air conditioned. Not so these past two days. They’re pretty much staying where I am, which is the coolest spot in the house.

I can’t tell if the birds are drinking the water I put out, but I just went to the roof and dumped what was there, put in fresh water, and moved it to a different spot (it was no longer in the shade).

I love the sneaker pile in this picture. The blue sneakers are new, the red ones old. (I would love to get some new red ones, though.)