Stacy Horn

Especially now that it seems like our long national nightmare might soon be over.

Has everyone seen this site, by the way?  Click on everything. Some things you can keep clicking on and get different things. Like the door or the globe, except you have to take the mouse away from the globe and bring it back to get something new.  But click on everything.

These tshirts are for sale at Union Square.  I like the baby seals for Obama one.

Laney very kindly sent me more recent pictures of Aly and Sophie (and Sascha!) to put up here. Laney is obviously behind the camera in all, alas.  Ah.  A fresh wave of sadness.

The country family.

Future rocker.

Everyone looks completely tuckered out in this one.

I now happily have a bowl full of macouns, and another variety called gala. I got two of those.  I’m eating a macoun now.

Yes, I am keeping the doctor away bigtime. (An apple a day, everyone knows this, right?)  Went to the gym, eating apples, and feeling so healthy and virtuous.  (And courting the jinx. Watch I die of a heart attack tomorrow.)

Tonight I am meeting friends for pizza.  I will be sure to eat lots of pizza in order to neutralize the jinx.  

I have to now.  It’s a matter of life and death.

I saw this video of people outside a Palin rally on YouTube.  What’s worse is there’s many like it. Years ago I thought John McCain was okay.  I didn’t agree with him about most things, but I disagree with lots of people, it doesn’t make them bad.  Recent revelations have indicated that it’s not such a surprise how the campaign has evolved and maybe he had a lot more character flaws than was realized.  And of course the choice of Sarah Palin. But this recent effort of trying to portray Barack Obama as associating with terrorists, and repeatedly saying “he’s different than us,” the wording of which is not so subtly racist, has brought us to this.  More below.

[The video I linked to has since been removed.]

I watched that and I thought and thought and thought and couldn’t come up with a way to approach anyone like this to defuse the hate and hostility.  I couldn’t think of a thing to say to them.  My first thought was to try explaining the facts, but I thought that might only make them angrier.  

Then last night I went to the theatre piece put on by the September 11th Families Association and the Tribute WTC Visitor Center. These people told the stories of what happened to them on 9/11 and after. Not surprisingly, it was very moving. Chances are if I went up to those people on that line above they would not have given me a chance to tell my story. But the performance underlined how arguing with them or listing facts would probably not work, and perhaps giving them some glimpse of our common humanity might? I don’t know. It’s pretty depressing. How do people get so twisted with hate? What happened to them?? I haven’t had an easy life, but man. The message I took away from this piece was community and love love love. That was what I took away from my own 9/11 experience. Community and love.

I wish the media would report on this more. I’m talking about the McCain campaign rallies and phone calls that are repeating these stories about Obama associating with terrorists and whipping people up into this frenzy of hate. The media has touched on it, but I’m talking that 24/7 thing they do when they get a hold of a story they love. This is just as wrong as it gets. It’s not good for these people, it’s not good for our country.

It’s just another reason why I love Obama. I’m no saint, but Obama wants to bring out people’s best, not their worst. His message is, “We can do better.” That reminds me! That’s another thing the McCain campaign keeps doing. They twist that message into Obama criticizes America and thinks America is imperfect. Give me a break. If your friends or family make a mistake, you don’t point it out? If your kids start heading down a bad path you don’t try to steer them in a better direction? That’s a good thing. One can always do better, aim higher, and we should always be striving to be better, until the day we die.

And I would argue that someone who doesn’t encourage us to do so, to always be greater and to shoot for the stars, doesn’t really love us.

Like this would be my only reason for wanting to go back in time, but I finally saw there are simple ways to improve my pictures, using programs I already own, and now I want to go back and get all the shots I threw out and fix them.

Oh well.  I just got back from seeing the movie Rachel Getting Married. I’m sorry everyone who made this film, you all did a good job, all the elements were great so I’m not sure why it didn’t add up.  But I spent the first half thinking/hoping, ‘it’s ending now,’ ‘okay, this is the end,’ ‘this has GOT to be the end,’ and the second half thinking, ‘it’s never going to end, is it?  I’m in a doomed to watch this movie for all eternity, aren’t I?”

Here is the trusty, comforting weight machine at the Union Square theatre.  Someday I am going to get on it and get my personal message, which will be the message I’ve been waiting for my whole life, I’ve decided.  It’s going to be very profound, something to base the whole second half of my life on, if I get one.