Stacy Horn

This is normal.

This is with “vivid” turned on. Great word, vivid. Vivid, vivid, vivid. I have to put it in my book somewhere. I honestly don’t see using this effect a lot either. Maybe when I take a picture of a Christmas tree. You know what — now I’m not sure which one was the one with vivid turned on.

I found this letter written to J. B. Rhine, the director of the Parapsychology Laboratory, and it was a rundown of the mediums in New York at the time. I want to track each of them down, not for the book I don’t think. I’m just curious. I didn’t have a lot of luck yesterday, but I’ve just started. They are:

Beulah Brown. Fact I turned up: she was a reverend for a Spiritualist church called Little Cedar.
Mrs. Tellier. Fact I turned up: her husband was a professional golfer who HUNG HIMSELF while away at a tournament.
Miss Barit. Turned up nothing.
Eddie Mackay. Turned up nothing.
Thorne. I think he was famous, but the letter doesn’t list his first name so my first google pass didn’t turn up anything. The woman writing said he was totally a fake.

This is kinda pretty, isn’t it? I don’t see using this a lot, but still. Nice.

Movie update! The Departed. Completely engrossing. I had to go to the bathroom at one point, and I was so mad, but I ran there and back, and didn’t miss much. Leonardo Dicaprio — I always think of him as someone I’m not wild about except when I see him in a film, he’s always riveting. And I remember I always think that. I like him in everything I’ve seen him in.

I had a little problem suspending my disbelief. I didn’t research this kind of operation, maybe it’s more plausible than I know (I don’t really believe that) but part of me couldn’t help thinking the whole time that the whole thing never would have gone down like that. People are stupider, generally. Except at times I remember thinking they are not that stupid. Ha! Apparently I just disagree about how people are stupid. Doesn’t matter. This was great.

I can’t decide what to see today. It’s between, Children of Men, Pan’s Labyrinth and Catch and Release.

… in order to stave off Alzheimers. I learned how to use the macro function on my camera. His eyes are closed because I didn’t want to shoot this close with a flash with his eyes open. (I had to wait, oh, two seconds, for him to nap.) My camera has all these functions that I never use, so I’m going to go through and learn them all.

I’m also going to learn how to play the banjo I bought. My plan was to learn enough to play a Christmas carol last year, but I never got around to it. This year is the year!

Movie update. Dreamgirls. I’m sorry, but I didn’t like it. In fact, I found it excruciating. I don’t know why, everyone did a good job, and it had a few good moments, but otherwise I couldn’t wait for it to end, and of course it took freaking FOREVER to end.

The Painted Veil. Ah, this one I wanted to go on and on and on. My favorite movie in a long time. Tragic love story, absolutely incredible acting, scenery that made me want to move to rural China, I could have stayed in my seat and watched it again.

Failure. Photographing snow. It’s hard, it turns out.

Success. Coming up with a beginning, middle, and end to this never ending chapter. Now I have to go back and clean up, pare down, and tinker.

Failure. John, our choir director, complained that we’re not spending time at home learning the pieces. He complained again in email. The sad truth is, I spend about an hour a day working on the pieces (I have to, I’m a slow learner). The really sad truth is — athough I spend an hour a day on them, I don’t think I did any better than the people who didn’t even look at them.

Success. Okay, there has to be another one. Give me a sec. Okay, this is embarrassing.

Failure. The Miami police can’t find the case file I need. Still waiting to hear from the San Francisco police about the other one.

Success. Great. Back here again. Hmmm. It’s a really good chapter. That will have to do!

I am feeling seriously uncreative today. Just can’t get motivated to work. Here is Finney, who loves our HDTV as much as me, but only because it makes a nice bed in the sunlight.

So yeah, la-la-la, sitting around, being unproductive … tap, tap, tap … isn’t it great to have American Idol back? Isn’t Finney gorgeous? Don’t you wish you could marry him? Well, you can’t.

Okay, so that took up five minutes. How can I not-work next?