Stacy Horn

New chances! New possibilities! My new-ish computer will be arriving! (I bought a re-furbished computer from Apple. Saved myself a couple of hundred dollars.)

That feeling of hope is of course struggling with, ‘Oh god, I don’t have the energy for yet another week, and a whole other round of disappointments!’

I quoted a favorite Joss Whedon line to my friend Chris the other day, and we laughed and laughed and laughed.  It’s a line from a song from the Buffy musical episode.

“Life’s a song you don’t get to rehearse, and every single verse can make it that much worse.”

Perfection.  Couldn’t have said it better myself.  And yet, I still hope for the best.

I’m going over to my friend Jackie’s today.  She’s going to help me upgrade WordPress.  I forget which part was scaring me, but something was scaring me.  This week is all about upgrading and confronting and dealing with all the new versions of everything.

That reminds me, I was thinking I’d like to try becoming a professional pet photographer.  I have to learn how to improve my photographs post-production, but I’ve signed up for an iphoto class to begin. This is Buddy, taken the day I learned he was finally gaining weight.

The lilacs in this shot are inside the apartment, the dogwoods are on the street.

Color!

Why is this light on in the afternoon?

These are cherry blossoms, right?  (I was raised underground.)

My friend Kevin took me to a Good Rats concert last night.  They’re a longtime Long Island band, which is where I grew up.  I have zero memory of having ever seen them.  This is not my type of music so if I ever went to one of their concerts I would never have gone again.  I’d describe it as blue collar rock and roll, “greaser” music.  But the lead singer can really sing, they were all good musicians, really good, and there was a friendly family feel to the mostly older audience.  I could have done without the lead singer simulating masturbation with a beer bottle and then spraying the audience (and me) with beer. My clothes were fresh out of the laundry!  (When you don’t have a washer and dryer and have to take your clothes somewhere to be cleaned this is a bigger deal.)

The audience was mostly men who knew all the words and frequently sang along and pumped their fists in the air.  But my movie begins with this song where they invited all the women up onto the stage.  I was afraid it was going to be a major ick moment, but it was sweet in reality.

Hey pige (soft g).

That’s a pigeon in the building across the street. Plus, I’m shooting through a dirty window.  Pretty amazing, considering.

My goal is to get a shot that really shows the red of their feet.  I wonder if my on-the-way new computer with iphoto will help.  Where is my computer day?

I just checked.  It left Grove City, OH just after midnight.

Well, onto the couch and People Magazine.

I had a wave of “every day is a gift” and headed uptown to drum. Here’s a shot of part of our audience. Now I can be a slug for the rest of the day, guilt free.