Stacy Horn

The Opium Live event I did yesterday was a lot of fun. I was very impressed with the two guys who run this, James J. Williams III and Todd Zuniga, and I’d really love to see this show continue and grow.

And I was blown away by the guy who did the event with me, performance artist Joseph Keckler. Do not miss him whenever you see him listed for anything. From the bio: “his shows have been presented at such venues as The New Museum, La MaMa, Spiegelworld, The Stone, Performance Studies Int’l, and SF MOMA. He has been described as “studly” by the Village Voice and “psychotic” by New York Press.”

And here are more pictures from the USS New York.  This morning I decided I didn’t like most of my pictures.  But here are a few. This was walking up onto the deck.

Sailors taking pictures of other sailors.

A cigarette break.

A shot of the city from the deck.

Okay, this was taken during the ceremony. We were actually sitting in a building on a pier next to the ship. I took this through a window looking towards the ship.

Some guys and a big gun. I think that’s a gun. A missile launcher?

This last one was very close to the kind of pictures I used to take in college, when I wanted to be a photographer. It’s very nostalgic for me.

Will you marry me? All of you?? I have such a crush on them!!

This is Commander Jones. I just googled him, he’s an MIT grad, for the love of God. His bio couldn’t be more impressive. He looks so young, doesn’t he? Like 35?

But seriously, do they send them all to charm school or something? They were, every last one of them, the perfect hosts. They couldn’t wait to explain everything about the ship, the planes, the guns, how they navigate. They let us inside anything we wanted to see so I got to see the inside of various tanks and … flying things. Damnit, they told me the names of things and I’ve already forgotten.

I have many pictures which I will post tomorrow, I’m exhausted now and I have to rest for this thing I’m doing tonight, Opium Live. I really have no idea what to expect from this event.

But I had a great time at the ceremony and touring the ship. I never felt like an alien, not for a second. There was none of the kind of thing that makes me feel like an alien.

I don’t know about today. I’m going to the commissioning ceremony this morning aboard the USS New York, the ship made from WTC steel. I’m looking forward to that, but at the same time I anticipate feeling liking an alien there.

This is not at all a judgement of anyone else, but here’s the story I tell of where I’m coming from. I volunteered down at St. Paul’s Chapel during the recovery period. Whenever the word went out that we needed anything for the workers, by the next day the chapel would be filled to the rafters with whatever we needed. For instance, the workers boots kept melting because the fires burned below the wreckage for months. We said we needed boots, and I don’t even know how the word got out, but the next day we were buried in boots. From all over the country. So we were always getting stuff.

One day we got boxes and boxes from Japan. I was working at the chapel that day and going through the deliveries, deciding what would go where. I opened the boxes from Japan and they were filled with tiny, paper origami cranes. I didn’t know what they meant then, but I do now. They are a symbol of peace and also a gift that is meant to grant good luck, health and recovery. They were also made famous by Sadako Sasaki, a little girl who lived near Hiroshima and died as a result of the bombing. She folded paper cranes, trying to save her own life, but she died after making 644.

Inside all the boxes of cranes where cards from the people of Nagasaki to the people of New York, expressing sympathy and hope for our healing and recovery. I started crying. That was my first and only time crying down there. What happened was wrong, and continued action like that must be stopped (in some way) but I don’t have to hold hate and anger in my heart. If the people of Nagasaki could do it, I could do it. Again, not judging anyone who approaches what happened differently. Everyone heals in their own way.

And thank you people of Nagasaki. Your gift made all the difference in the world to me.

But that is why I anticipate feeling l like an alien on that ship today.

Another roof shot. I should have some great pictures later, though.

From NYPDNews:

Advisory- Tomorrow 11/7 @ 11am a scheduled military aircraft flyover will occur at a ceremony for USS New York at pier 86 Hudson River.

I’m going to be at that ceremony!! I’m excited to learn that there will be a flyover. Love the flyover. Except after 9/11 when it happened over Madison Square Park and it felt like an earthquake and we were all a little over-sensitive to booming at the time. We didn’t know it was a flyover and so we were looking all around, and we couldn’t tell where it was coming from and as a result we didn’t know which direction to run so we all just kinda froze.

This is another picture from my roof, taken when I first went up there, before the sun began to rapidly set.

The sun is setting. Actually, in the time it took me to post that it has become much darker.

And someone has a garden and I don’t! This is looking down into the garden behind my building. Sigh. Look at all the colors and the green and general prettiness that I don’t have access to!