Stacy Horn

Where did the morning go?? I haven’t even eaten yet.  So tired.  Already.

I know what I’ve been meaning to ask. I’ve got a bunch of very long train trips in my soon-ish future and I need good train books.  A good train book basically means I don’t have to think too hard, although I don’t mind some thinking.  But escapist, vacation books are what I’m after.

I was just at the Strand, browsing, and I forget what I came up with.  Oh, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, something about zombies that Howard pointed out that looked funny.  That’s all I can remember.

So!  Suggestions?  Oh wait, here’s a list I’ve been putting together:

Life of Pi
God of Small Things
The Underneath, Kathi Appelt
The Monster of Florence
My Stroke of Insight
Dreams from My Father
All the Kings Men
The Grapes of Wrath
The Little Drummer Girl
The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao
Night work
Flat Earth News
Quantum : Einstein, Bohr and the Great Debate About the Nature of Reality
Nothing to Be Frightened Of
The Gone-Away World
Enders Game

I looked through some gates and saw this little guy sitting on someone’s air conditioner. Notice how he’s facing in.  If they open the blinds he’ll be staring in.  Kinda sad.  “Let me in! Let me in!” His tiny voice cried.  But no one heard him through the window over the air conditioner. The little man was forced to stay outside and watch, while the people inside laughed over dinner, unaware of their little friend, outside, all alone.  Ha.

That reminds me, I saw the sweetest postcard on PostSecret yesterday.  It went:

The night of September 16, 1981: Sugar Ray Leonard defeated Thomas Hearns as I lost my virginity.  To this day my wife is the only woman I’ve been with.  When our love-making is particularly nice, I quietly raise her arm above our heads and declare her:  “The Champion!” … and the crowd roars its imaginary approval.

So sweet, right??  It made me jealous.  (Except I don’t like the term “love-making.”  Just say sex.)  I haven’t been posting because I’m so so stressed out.  Like if I don’t spend every waking moment working my book will sink like a stone and I’ll never get to write another, and the world will end.

Okay.  I’m ready.  I’m going to start working on the hardest music in the world.  Wish me luck. I’m going in there.

Except I’ve been working since the moment I got up.  Must.  Stop.  Now.  No, really.  STOP.  I’ve got a backlog of tv to watch and this week’s People Magazine.  Important stuff!

Oh and Valentine’s Day.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  You love me Buddy, don’t you?  (Buddy is the cat on my lap at the moment.  I will query Finney later.)

This is some bench I passed a week or so ago and thought was pretty, the way the red was coming through the flaking paint.

I saw this tribute in a window on my way home yesterday. They’ve kept this in their window for six years.  I’m not criticizing.  I know how strong your love for your pets can be. RIP, Pokey.

I was on my way home from finding “dress sneakers.” I’m limited by what I can wear on my feet, and usually go for attractive sneakers.  As soon as I get something I ordered in the mail I’m going to post a picture of the clothes I bought for my book appearances next month.  I was extremely limited budget-wise and I think I did really well with almost nothing!