Stacy Horn

If you’re in New York, the Parapsychology Foundation is hosting an event on March 27th that will include a screening of a new film by their Film Archivist, Irish Artist Susan Macwilliam, and selected readings from Awareness, a book written by the medium Eileen Garrett about her psychic abilities. (Eileen Garrett was the Foundation’s co-founder.) I’ll be going!

Thursday, March 27th, from 7:00 – 9:00 pm
Baruch College Newman Conference Center
151 East 25th Street, Room H763
FREE, but donations accepted.

Susan MacWilliam’s film is 13 Roland Gardens. It features Eileen Coly, Garrett’s daughter, talking about her mother’s famous R101 Airship seance, where Garrett communicated with the dead crew of the British airship which crashed in France on October 5, 1930, killing 48 people. Mrs. Coly also talks about living above the Harry Price Laboratory at 13 Roland Gardens. Price was a well known psychical researcher from the 1930’s and 1940’s.

The picture is from the Bedfordshire Library website. “National feeling surrounding the disaster was huge; the funeral procession through London was watched by thousands. The bodies were then taken by special train to Bedford to be laid to rest in a communal grave in Cardington cemetery.”

I was googling something about my choir and found this! Can you spot me? (Kidding.) It’s the Qui Tollis chorus from Mozart’s Mass in C Minor.

That reminds me, if anyone knows how to embed an MP3, I’d appreciate instructions. Someone sent me a song they wrote called Waiting for the Cat to Die, which I’d like to share.

When Buddy thinks it’s time to be fed, (starting around an hour before it’s time to be fed) he comes over and stands on the floor looking at me, with his one paw up. The paw up always means, “Feed me.” He doesn’t use it on any other occasion. Here he is asking to be fed, except Finney temporarily distracted him by flipping on his back. But notice that the paw stayed up. (I’m also noticing the scratches on the leg of my nice coffee table. Dudes. Quit it.)

This is a picture of inventor Nikola Tesla. When I was a grad student at NYU, a professor from MIT named Richard Jay Solomon used to come down once a week to teach a course about the history of technology. His stories about these scientists, and their inventions and discoveries were so good I couldn’t even take notes. I was afraid I’d miss something. He was fascinated by Nikola Tesla, and told us about him, but Tesla was one of many. You just wouldn’t believe how exciting these stories are.

So, I handed in my book yesterday, but I’ve already been mulling over what to do next. Just a few minutes ago I was reading a review about a new novel based on Tesla, which sounds fabulous, I must have it: The Invention of Everything Else: A Novel by Samantha Hunt. It got me thinking. I write nonfiction, and I get the sense that publishers are not thrilled with biographies, I imagine they don’t sell well, but that’s okay. I would love to find some thrilling moment of time in science, and write a book about what led to it.

One of the hard parts about the Duke book, was trying to represent science and statistics so that not only could people like myself understand it, but it would read like a page turner. What was probably common knowledge for any student of science was news to me. And actually, once I understood it better, I was able to judge what I could leave out so it didn’t become burdensome, and only included what I needed to show how they got from here to there, from experiment to experiment.

I’ve been thinking I’d like to do a book about audio forensics, and I’m starting to get an idea of how I might do it. I’m not quite there yet, it’s all kinda swirling around in my head, but it’s starting to come together. It has to do with how freaked out I got listening to some of these cockpit voice recordings, and a 911 call from inside the Trade Center. I mentioned this on Echo and someone who works at the Medical Examiners office said she gets more freaked out by things she hears on films that she looks at as part of her job, more than what she sees. And swirling around in there is some things I learn about audio hallucinations, and EVP, and more. Actually, I may even tie it back to some things I learned from Richard Jay Solomon about the invention of the telephone.

It would also be a good excuse to spend some time at the Bell Labs archives, which would be my idea of heaven.

You know, I realize with posts like these I am never going to have a boyfriend again in my life. Please blur your eyes potential-boyfriends. Scroll down to the shoes (and ignore the sensible ones).

In other news: I was reading on Dooce the other day about how she isn’t exactly thrilled with writing books. I thought about that. There is a moment when I first get edits back that isn’t fun. My initial thoughts go something like, “ohmygod they hate it, they don’t love me, they’re going to cancel the book, I will never get another book contract again, the cats are going to starve and die, I’m going to starve and die,” but then in a few minutes I’m “Oh, they just want me to move this here.”

I love editing. Love it. For me, the blank page can be a little scary, but once I have words on it and all I have to is make those words better, I’m in heaven. I was the same way painting. Blank canvas = evil. But then I could sit for hours adding or deleting spots of color, a brush stroke here, a brush stroke there.

I love editing so much I could tinker forever, and I have to make myself stop and hand the book back in. That’s where I am now. I think today might be my last day editing and I will hand it in tomorrow.