Stacy Horn

Feeling frazzled already and Monday has barely started.  But I have to run out for therapy, so maybe I will feel less frazzled when I get back.  Here is Finney who jumped up on the couch last night while I was watching and posting about the Oscars.  Of course he has to sit on the keyboard.  This is him going, “What?” when I said, “There?  Really??  Of all the possible spots?”

Look at that face.  Do you think I moved him?  (No.)

I cannot resist a man who could love a little dog so much.  Very endearing.  And TIM GUNN!! My hero!!  I’ve missed you so!

Other thoughts:  Kate Winslet looks the best, Meryl Streep looks better than she ever has, Jessica Biehl, oh dear, and such a gorgeous girl too, and man is my coffee table cluttered.  I guess I should address that.  More thoughts: Diane Lane looks stunning, Frank Langella is who I would like to see play J. B. Rhine, tied with Gary Oldman, look at Meryl Streep’s beautiful daughter, and Penelope Cruz man oh man.  Okay, need to feed.

I’m not comfortable with these tanks on the street. That can’t be safe. How can that be safe?

Drunk drivers, terrorists, etc.

Anyway, I think I might live blog the Oscars.

Or, I might be too lazy to life a finger.  I might just lay on the couch, commenting to myself about the clothes.

“Want.”

“Don’t want.”

“Wouldn’t look good on me.”

“Where was her stylist?? Does she have no real friends??”

I haven’t seen many, if any, of the nominated films.  Did I already post that?  I’m downloading one now.  Afraid to say which in case the downloading police are reading.

This is a sign in front of a tree, aimed towards dog owners, but still.  Are we 2 years old??  

So! Tonight is the Oscars.  I love watching the Oscars, although this year movie-wise, is going to be a blah year.  There’s nothing I’m really rooting for.  I’m watching for the clothes.

I’ve got “et vitam venturi saeculi” (and the Life of the world to come) in my head.  Over and over. HA!!  I just read this in Wikipedia.  It’s not just me:  “Most notable about the movement, though, is the closing fugue on “et vitam venturi” that includes one of the most difficult passages in the choral repertoire, when the subject returns at doubled tempo for a thrilling conclusion.”

I would change that to read, “one of the most difficult passages in the choral repertoire, and so that part is usually sung by robots.  Or aliens.”

But when I read this my response was, oh yeah??  You won’t kick our asses Beethoven:  

“Compared to other works of similar stature, the Missa solemnis is rarely performed. Its notoriously difficult choral parts make it a stumbling block for many orchestras who only have access to volunteer choirs. Limited performances of the work have made the work far less known than Beethoven’s other large works.”

This was the tour group I had to maneuver around yesterday.  We get a lot of tour groups in our neighborhood.  I like that people like to visit and explore, but, well, I’m human. Sometimes I feel cranky about it.  Not yesterday.  Plus they all kept to the right so I could shoot around them easily.  When I think about though, what is my problem?  Sometimes I get delayed all of ten or fifteen seconds?  This was a small tour group.  The Sex and the City tours are bigger. Long, long lines of women holding cupcakes that they just bought from Magnolia.  But I cut the Sex and the City tours a lot of slack, because I love Sex and the City and feel a solidarity with the women in line.