Stacy Horn

Yes, I know it looks like the old haircut, but I swear it’s different.  I tried to turn to the side so you can see that it’s very short in the back, it’s cut all the way up to the top of my neck, and then comes down very nicely along my chin.

Afterwards I was regretful that I didn’t go all the way and get that choppy, more drastic but adorable bob that everyone has— think Katie Holmes.  I even saw it on Kate Capshaw the other night at the convention and she looked great. (Apparently it is the hairstyle of Kates.) But this morning I like the long hair/short hair feel of this one. The real test will be washing it and seeing what it looks like when it’s not professionally blown out.

In other news, the quality of the movies taken with my new camera is so much better.  I don’t know if you can tell without seeing a side-by-side comparison, but here is a short movie of Buddy, doing his Satan Fur Puppet thing.

OHMYGOD.  I’m going to make short movies of New York City.  What shall I call them?  My New York In Under a Minute Series.

You can see for yourself here.

UPDATE:  I heard they fixed it on the website!

I am so discouraged about the hostility toward those with an education, and we know which camp McCain is in, when he repeatedly calls Barack Obama “elitist.”

Sigh.  Not that we have to be first, as long as someone gets there, but still.  I must admit I loved how America was first first first with so many discoveries and innovations.

Not anymore.  This is the result of disdaining the educated and learned among us and dismissing them with names like “elitist.”

That can’t be good.

I took this picture in the graveyard at Trinity after walking home from my interview.  I think it went well, they gave me the training dates.

I told my story of volunteering.  The funny part was, after telling them I’m not a cryer, I almost cried. And I’ve never cried telling my story before, never wanted to.  I’ve always felt good telling my story.

It’s not that I didn’t feel good this time, but clearly this time I was feeling something else.  Maybe seven years later I’m in touch with a different feeling I never had access to before.  I blame Lee Ielpi, one of the founders of the September 11th Families Association.  He’s a tear elicitor (in a good way). 

I have to send my St. Paul’s friend Jean a thank you note for telling me about this opportunity.  I have a good feeling about these people and doing this.

I like taking pictures of the Empire State Building.  I’ve been taking them for more than thirty years now.

This was taken from all the way over on the West Side, on a Sunday, so it looks pretty desolate.

Ah.  Today.  Today, today. What’s on the “to-do” list for today?  I have an interview for a docents position to give people tours of Ground Zero.

God knows if I’ll get that.  It takes a certain talent to be good at that kind of thing in the first place, and to give tours of such a highly sensitive place?  We shall see.

I have a haircut scheduled for tomorrow.  You know me and haircuts.  It’s going to be tears or smiles tomorrow.  How did Jessica Mitford used to put it? Shrieks and floods. Either  shrieks of laughter or floods of tears.  (Thank God for google.)  I want that bob that yes, everyone has, but it’s so cute.  But I need my hair to remain long enough to pull back, so I’m shooting for a longer version of what everyone else has.  I’ve had a modified version of this haircut for years, so technically, in my mind anyway, I was first.

“ACK!  What’s this thing in my mouth??  ACK!  Oh.  It’s my tongue.”  

Still playing around with my new camera, and of course the cats are a favorite subject.  Love the teeth in this shot.