Stacy Horn

Television sets.  The streets are littered with them.  They served us so well and we just cast them aside.  Poor guys.

I woke up this morning feeling good. The window by my desk was wide open, and the air smelled like, I don’t know, something from my childhood, the scent of spring is coming. But I attribute it to a particular good meditation last night at my monthly MBSR meeting. (This is a style of mediation I learned and have been posting about.)

I have been feeling so frazzled and overwhelmed, and waking up feeling that way, and this morning that’s gone. So MBSR.  It’s the way to go.  One of the ways to go.

Ohmygod, rescued koalas!  And Australian firemen.  More on the koala from the first video.

I took this picture in Union Square, at the spot where a guy named Joe Ades has been selling carrot peelers for I don’t know how many years.  He was always there, I liked seeing him there, as many others did apparently, and now he’s not. Sad.  The New York Times even did an obit for him.  

Loss, adjust, loss, adjust.  <——— Life.

You know, I’m pretty sure when the universe gave me the Your Next Life forms I checked off “the easy life.”  Yeah, I totally did. Alright, alright, I do have an easy life.  (I’m writing an article about reincarnation.)

I bring this up because we’re about to start working on the second half of the Credo in Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis.  I just listened to it and I’m pretty sure these vocal gymnastics are physically impossible.  I think I’m listening to robots singing.  In Beethoven’s time he must have enlisted aliens.  

Oh Beethoven, who do you hate us so??  Actually, I can’t wait for the day when I can do this.  I not kidding about my fear, I wonder if I can do this, but I really hope I can. It’s glorious.

This is the building next door to mine.  Isn’t this a pretty little building?  I wonder what it looks like inside.  It has this nice little pathway on the left as you can see, which goes back to a courtyard. Maybe that was for horses back in the day.

I woke up feeling off, and I’m listening to Brahm’s Concerto No. 2 to correct it.  All I did was sleep late, but I must have had a dream that tipped me over into this the-world-is-not-quite-right mood.

This picture I took the other day of a candelabra I liked seems to fit with this particular Brahms in the background. I guess the thing is a bit over-wrought, but it’s lovely.  I think it’s the things that surround it that give it the too-much feel.  If it was standing along on a table it would be magnificent. My photograph doesn’t really capture it.

I’m interviewing a couple of people today.  It’s weird, because they are the ones on the spot.  They are the ones who are expected to deliver, but I still feel nervous about asking good questions, then following their answers enough to come back with even better questions to get the best of what is in their minds onto the page.  

In truth, both the interviewer and the interviewee have to deliver.

A new sign is up in the store that suffered all that fire damage a month or so ago. They’re so upbeat at this store!  I didn’t realize The End of History was the name of the store.  As I said, I’m not very observant sometimes.