Tuesday, September 10, 2002
|11:57 AM|
Tommorow is the big anniversery, isn't it? It's like the oppossite of Christmas. There's a lot of buildup, there's a lot of worry, pervasive media coverage and it's all anyone can really talk about.
In answer to the traditional question, "where were you when you heard?", I was at work. I got the call from a coworker in the car, and I verified it using any means at my disposal. I dropped a quick email to some friends who may have been just out of the loop as I was, and started looking for info.
I spent the whole day watching a tiny, crappy TV that we sneaked into the office. The internet was overwhelmed, information was sparse. I went from site to site, just looking for answers, and I watched as the towers fell. I don't want to go on and on, just about everything that can be said has been said, and more eloquently by other people. I just wanted to get my personal reaction to "one year later" down someplace. It's just a reminder, it's not a full record. The incompleteness of it allows me to fill it what I "should have written" in my head, and serves as a better memory hook than trying to write it all out.
I didn't think I should write one of these, but I saw a couple things that made me decide to write it all down. One was a woman walking around in a field, outside an office building. She was walking through the flowers, carrying her shoes, clearly trying to have an idyllic moment. I was stuck in traffic, so I had time to study her movements, notice this confused look on her face, she was waiting for something to happen. By just breaking the norms and dancing through the blue bells she hoped to suddenly be made free, or relaxed, or at ease. I would have bet good money she worked in the office building that sat on the lot in which those flowers grew. I thought she was doing a great job at trying to relax, even if she didn't seem to be getting any closer to enlightenment.
The other things I saw were the usual ads for Lasique and other cosmetic surgeries that were having a 15% off sale in September.
Why did these trigger this entry? Back in the weeks after the attacks, people didn't seem to bitch about stupid shit nearly as much or at all. Everyone was so preoccupied with their fear and the desire to "live fuller lives" that the normal crap festival we deal with on a daily basis had been thrown off. After a few weeks and months, it gradually crept back, but even today it seems people are a little more appreciative of what they have, or what they shouldn't squander. We may still want to laser away veins or listen to a new Beatles anthology, but we're also on the lookout.
Many terrible things happened that day, and many horrible things followed, that was inevitable. I'm just glad some good came of it, be it increased volunteer-ism, blood donation, what have you. I'd rather have a world where it didn't take profound acts of evil to bring everyone together, and I'm certainly not grateful for them, but I'll take what good there is to be had.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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