Stacy Horn

I went to the Bronx Zoo with Marisa today.  I took tons of pictures, both in the Zoo and then around the Bronx when we went to eat later. I wanted to start with these guys though, because they gave me such sweet looks.  Actually, the one on the left looks disapproving and the one on the right looks sad.  This is the danger of the zoo.  It makes me sad.  But they were definitely watching me the whole time I stood there.  Hey little guys.  I would have taken you home if I could.

The place we wanted to eat was closed in-between lunch and dinner alas.  But I took a couple of shots of food stacks.  The Italian section of the Bronx feels more authentically Italian than Little Italy.  It feels trapped in time, but in a good way.

But back to the Zoo, where the younger gorillas stole my heart.  I have a movie I’ll upload tomorrow, to prove that I looked at other animals, but I spent the most time here.  I would have babies if I knew they’d look like these.  And I was younger.  Look at them though.  Who can resist them??

I’m working on what I’m told is my absolute final chance for any edits, changes or corrections to my book.

I could tinker with this thing for ever.

I keep finding places where I worry, did I accurately represent what happened?  Or this person?

Worse are the spots where I worry, did I write that or am I quoting someone and forgot to put in the quotation marks??

Then there are the parts where I think, good God you suck as a writer.  And soon the whole world will know.  (Hahaha. Like the whole world will read my book.) Can I fix that?  Or do I suck too much to be able to fix that?

Anyway, I just now realized I’m hungry. So, I’m stopping to eat and maybe I should stop for the day. 

What’s on TV? Anything good?  Saturday night is not famously a good TV night.  It would be if I was running the TV world.

I don’t remember which block this is exactly, somewhere downtown, around Wall Street, in the financial district, in the cavernous area I love so much.  It has the best back-in-time feel down there.  I could live there.

I only shot sporadically yesterday, and a lot of my shots just weren’t all that great. What are you going to do?  Here they are, for better or worse.  This is a beam from one of the towers that they had down at Battery Park, where people could line up to sign it.

Outside St. Paul’s and in front of the site was a long line of conspiracy theorists.  Over on Broadway, an all day long shouting match took place between the craziest of them and family members of the people who were killed that day.  Apparently one of the theories is that 9/11 never happened.  That can’t be right though.  I mean, the towers are gone.  The hole in the ground is still there, right there.  I’m not sure if that’s a rumor going around to make these people seem even crazier or if some of them really believe that.

The following is a few shots from the lunch Barbara and I organized for the volunteers.  I didn’t get any great shots.  Whenever I’m in host mode I’m very distracted and oddly distant.  I have to oversee and don’t focus in very well.  Like, I noticed my friend Cori has a great new haircut (I was jealous!) and I think I forgot to mention it.  I thought it, but didn’t say it outloud.  Plus, I didn’t get a good picture of her and Jim!  (Overcome with envy, proabably.) So please forgive me everyone who I didn’t get a decent picture of.

And finally, even though it didn’t come out, I woke up during the night, looked out my window and saw the Tower of Lights and photographed it, even though I was half asleep.

For some reason I thought of this old post just now. It’s one of my personal favorites. I cracked myself up. It’s from September, 2006.

What is not communicated in this photograph was the two minutes of crying at the ceiling and me trying to figure out what was wrong.

The conversation.

Buddy: Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.
Me: What??
Buddy: Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.
Me: What??

The same conversation, translated.

Buddy: Aliens! There are aliens in the ceiling! Help me! I cannot fight them alone.
Me: What??
Buddy: What? Are you deaf?? Aliens! ALIENS. For the love of GOD. Here they come. God help us.
Me: What??

I organized a reunion lunch of 9/11 volunteers with Barbara Horn (no relation but we’re honorary cousins) so I’ll be heading downtown for that.  I plan to take plenty of pictures.  In the meantime, here is one of my furry heroes.