Stacy Horn

I’m taking a break from my orgy of Christmas tv-watching to give you a peak of New York City from my roof just now, in the rain.  In the distance is the holiday Empire State Building. Two sides are blue and white for Hanukkah, and the other two sides are red and green for Christmas.

It reminds me of a respectful tradition they have for burials in New York City’s Potter’s Field. Since the religion of many of the people buried there is unknown, everyone is buried because some religions forbid cremation. I like that they don’t want to take chances with anyone’s afterlife.

Sometimes people are so beautifully kind and tolerant, and sometimes they are not.  And I guess the saddest thing about that memory is that anyone ends up in Potter’s Field at all.  Although what does it matter.  And how did I get from Christmas to this??

Best Christmas tv episodes so far:  The Bones one where they’re all locked up in the lab over Christmas, and the Roswell one where Max goes to the hospital and cures all the kids.  Oh, and the West Wing one with Toby and the homeless vet who dies.

Don’t those apartments with the lighted windows on the lower right look cosy and inviting?

Is it ever white??  Ever???  The playground on Bleecker Street is just littered with abandoned toys.  I’m a little amazed everyone leaves them out.  There are a bunch of tricycles just sitting out there right now.  It’s like the Island of Misfit Toys or something.

I have to resist the temptation to work today, because I didn’t get the work that I was supposed to get done yesterday.

Oh no! Running late.  I have to jump into the shower! I’m doing a tour of the WTC at 11.

I’ll be back later.  Probably with some holiday shots of downtown.  In the rain.

Merry

Christmas

Eve

morning! 

(That is the man in the moon behind one of the windows in my advent calendar.)

My neighborhood continues to mock me. Here’s another new store that just went up. They don’t really sell fruitcakes, they sell bags. You wouldn’t believe how many bag stores there are. Who is buying all these bags?? How can these stores stay in business? And why can’t they sell something more fun?

Snapshot of My Life at this Moment:

I’m listening to His Yoke is Easy and the sound of trucks and construction of some sort outside my window.  I can also hear the steam coming up the pipes.  Finney just indicated he would like to jump up onto my lap.  BREAKING NEWS:  Finney is now on my lap.  Haha.  Okay, that was fun. (For me.)

God, I have so much to do.  Breathe, breathe, breathe.  So! How can I goof off?

Yeah.  I’ve got four things I’m working on, an article, an NPR piece, things related to the book coming out in March, and a proposal for my next book.  The most fun is “things related to the book coming out in March.” Just because it feels so exciting and real and maybe it will sell!  Damnit.  I forgot something.  Five things. I’m researching another article. I’m going to work on one thing a day and just keep rotating.  Up today: NPR.

My friend Tim and I went to Economy Candy today.  Good lord.  Will you look at this place?  This was after a meeting where we discussed “business.”  Scroll down for more.

What I bought after the Giant Pez Dispensers …

Candy from my youth!  I don’t think I will actually consume the Nik-L-Nip, except wasn’t it called Nik-L-Lip?  Or something else?  Anyway, I’m sure it’s radioactive and not safe to drink.  The Sugar Babies … is there something kinda racist about that name?  I’m eating the Sour Apple gum as I type, and okay, this is not holding up.  Sour Orange was my favorite anyway.