Stacy Horn

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.

These were on a table at the Greenmarket yesterday, where I discovered macoun apples, the greatest apple in all the world!  I was buying apples, not because I even like them, but I vary what I eat to make sure I’m getting all the vitamins I need, blah, blah, blah, when Howard said to get a macoun.  I bought one.  Even the guy selling them said, “One??”

But I didn’t think I liked apples.  One was enough to say okay, I’m getting whatever apples offer, next!  On to the good fruit!  Why oh why didn’t I buy more?  It was so good it should get its own category.  When is the next Greenmarket? Monday, right?  Sigh.

So yeah, Sundays.  The most depressing day of the week.  The weekend will soon be over, and tomorrow’s Monday.  Maybe it’s a leftover back to school thing.  Tonight I’m supposed to go to a free dress rehearsal for a theatre piece being put on by the place I volunteer for, the September 11th Families’ Association and the Tribute WTC Visitor Center. I believe it’s based on what happens on the tours the Tribute Center gives of the WTC.

I went to the Loser’s Lounge with some friends last night.  I’ve written a lot about the Loser’s Lounge.  They’re in Waiting For My Cats to Die and I did a piece about them on NPR.  In short:  I love the Loser’s Lounge.  They pick an artist and then one great singer after another gets up on stage and does their songs.

This is Mike Fornatale, one of my favorites.  By the way, I didn’t necessarily take pictures of my favorites.  It was more a matter of “oh, I should take out my camera now,” and who was lit brighter.  I thought using the flash would be rude so these are all available light.

This is Michael Cerveris!  Aside from being very well known as a singer, he is in the new tv show Fringe! He plays this creepy and mysterious guy, it was fun to see him.  He sang lovingly to this paper bag and near the end of the song pulled out his Tony award.  The way he did it was very charming.  I’m now a big Michael Cerveris fan.

This is David Driver and Maggie Moore.  David Driver also happens to be a big favorite.  I saw his first Loser’s Lounge appearance and was blown away.  He’s also terribly charming and he was in great form last night.

I forget who this is!!  I love her dress though.  Sorry!

I’m at that age where I can’t remember what I did or did not say, but did I post about this place before? I took this picture at the deli where I buy my orange juice and fried egg sandwiches. One day I looked up at saw all this beer.  I’d never seen them before!  And there are more shelves above what you see.  

“How long have you been carrying every beer brand known to man??”  “Forever.”  “No, really.”  “Really.  Always.”  I am not very observant it turns out.

Feeding the cats.  I know I’ve posted about this before, but sitting with my coffee while the cats eat?  All is right with the world.  Feeding children must be even better.  Especially if they occasionally say something about it, not to you necessarily, but something to indicate they love it.  Then you know that not only are you keeping them alive you are making them happy.

Man, these floors need sanding.  Oh, how I would love nice, newly re-finished floors.  But I don’t see how it will ever happen.  It’s a rental, I don’t have the money, and there’s no place to move everything while the work is being done.  I was talking with Chris and it seemed more possible to someday put new laminate floors on top.