Stacy Horn

In the days following 9/11 when we stood along the highway holding up thank you signs for the rescue workers, my friend Anne wore a tshirt that read “New York Fucking City.” I was so proud. It was like saying to the terrorists, “Fuck you. We’re still here.”

I’ve always loved New York’s edge, that we talk like that. It pissed me off when my book “The Restless Sleep” came out and all these people said I was trying to sound like a cop because I said fuck a lot. Hello?? No! I talk like that!! Really! I was writing exactly how I talk. My singing proposal has the word fuck six times on the first page.

Except I’m probably going to take that out. First, I don’t think people “hear” the word the way we say it. And second, we don’t really talk like that anymore. New York, well Manhattan anyway, has gotten so homogenized. I don’t want to get into a whole thing about the New York of my youth that is gone, gone, gone, it’s boring, I know.

I just wanted to explain why I took this picture. I saw these tshirts and thought, ‘We’re not that city anymore.’

Lisa, a librarian from Madison, Wisconsin and ex-New Yorker, saved the musical day!!  The song I was looking for was When This is Through by Rotor Jambreks (I’m checking out other songs by them and I really love them).    Thank you, Lisa!  I got it from itunes and I’m listening to it right NOW.

In my very clean apartment.  It doesn’t look any different, does it?  I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and cleaned for days. Technically, you could eat dinner off the floor underneath the couch (which is insane I know) but it doesn’t look a bit different!  It feels different though. There’s nothing like the feel of a freshly completely cleaned home.

I hate hate hate hate hate that TV shows don’t list the songs they use in the credits.  I mean, once in a while they do, but not ALL the time. HATE.  Don’t the artists insist on it??  I loved the song that was playing at the end of the most recent episode of Numb3rs, but I couldn’t make out the words to find it.

On the other side, the LOVE side, I laughed pretty much all the way through The Big Bang Theory last night.  Although they went into this riff about women in their fifties that made me laugh in a different way.  It was a rueful “just wait until you get here my prettys,” laugh.  I actually imagined them turning 50 and remembering what they wrote way back when.  That “ohmygod, I’m 50.  I’m that old person I imagined all those years ago.”  Except it will feel like just a few years ago and then they will realize that means it will feel like only a few years until … THE END.  Mwah-ha-ha.  But it was a really funny episode, everyone was at their best.

Oh, and Bones was at its best this week too.  I so love tv. Thank you everyone who works in tv. Except for the people responsible for getting ALL the credits up.  Like the names of songs.

Another picture of my roof.  I think this might be the same shot I posted just before, but pulled back.  I love city roofs.  I woke up at 4am to possibly see the Leonid meteor shower (which was part of the Big Bang story line this week).  I thought there was a chance there’d be a black out and maybe I could see it from my roof.  But it was cloudy.

And I have not left the house!  And now it’s the night!!  I really should go out anyway. I could get pizza.

I posted a picture of this tree like a week ago and now it’s this brilliant, brilliant red. This doesn’t even begin to capture it. If I tried to capture it you wouldn’t believe how red it is. And Fall is over everywhere else.  This is looking off my roof into the garden behind my apartment.