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QOTD:
"I fear that we have awakened the sleeping giant and filled him with a terrible resolve." -- Admiral
Yamamoto after the attack on Pearl Harbor
Mets:
Mets vs. Pirates.
The Mets flew to Pittsburgh yesterday, a major accomplishment considering what happened last week. Bobby Valentine's been helping to organize the relief effort. Mike Piazza, Al Leiter, Robin Ventura, and Todd Zeile took a bus to the NYU Medical Center to drop off medical supplies on Saturday. About the only change is that Edgardo Alfonzo won't be in the lineup tonight; he has a sprained finger. The Mets are in third place at 71-73, 8 games behind the Braves.
Patriots @ Bears
The Patriots resume their season against the Bears tonight in Newark. Games postponed from the previous week will be made up beginning on Thursday. Fireworks have unfortunately been cancelled for the remainder of the season. That seems sad during a time when we should celebrate life and enjoy it where others cannot. The Patriots are in first place at 36-18, 14.5 games ahead of the Riversharks.
Giants vs. Chiefs
The Giants resume their season with a game in Arrowhead this week. Giants players were ferried to Manhattan to lend support to the rescue crews working in the ruins of the World Trade Center. The team will visit Manhattan hospitals tomorrow. Giants' radio analyst Dick Lynch is among the thousands waiting for word on the missing. His son Richard was working on the 84th floor of 2 World Trade Center. They play the Chiefs next Sunday in Kansas City. The Giants are tied for first place at 0-1.
in my briefcase:
While I was busy being Laundry Man on Saturday, I finished up this book by Ms. Jewell. In retrospect, yeah, it's probably a chick book, but I really liked the characters. I thought the story was engaging, but not overpowering. The disasters that befell everyone were somewhat telegraphed, but that was easily ignored. It's an easy, fun read.
daily digestion:
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If you feel like sending me a gift for no particular reason, most of the stuff I want
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I come from a mixed marriage. My wife comes from a Catholic white collar family. She's strongly Democratic and roots for the Yankees. I come from a Protestant blue collar family. My background is strongly Republican, and I root for the Mets. When she created BlogCorp in 1999, both of us had moved toward the center, but we still look over a fence at each other on certain issues. She wanted to make sure her own voice of whim and vinegar got heard. In that vein, in order to make sure you hear both sides of a story, I present ... The Other Side. Monday, September 17, 2001 Woof. Yet another first-person account from Tuesday. Commentary on last week's events as delivered by the folks at Baseball Prospectus. If you're flying an American flag today, here's how to display it. Stupid criminal story #1: An escaped capital murderer from Texas was recaptured after he chose the wrong place to park. One of the things I noticed over the weekend was that the USS Cole, damaged in an October terrorist attack, was relaunched. Go get 'em, guys. The hate crimes have begun. Yesterday was a very emotional day. Herself and I went to church yesterday morning both expecting and not expecting what came. When we arrived -- early, fortunately -- everything seemed as normal, but as the time approached for the service to begin, we could tell the turnout was going to be unprecedented. That was very heartening to see. From the very beginning of the service, though, I was nearly in a constant stream of tears. The first strains of "Amazing Grace" and thinking of all the firefighters and policemen ... it just set me off, and it was pretty much downhill from there. Trying to sing hymns while your eyes are full of tears and your nose is full of snot is absolutely no fun, let me tell you. I would hit the occasional speed bump where things would dry up a little (like during the Story for All Ages), and then I'd get set off again (like when our accompanist sang "God Bless the USA" during the offertory). I recovered some during the sermon, but lost it again during the time when we lit candles. I cried for the dead. I cried for the missing. I cried for the injured. I cried for the survivors. I cried for all their friends and family. I cried for those who can't any more. I cried with those who could. I cried for America and all our lost innocence. I want to make sure I thank J and L, J, Herself, Melissa, G, and L for all their support Sunday. All of them reached out to me in one form or another during my grieving yesterday, and that was really important to me. After church, eight of us went out for brunch at a local IHOP, and it was good for all of us to be there together and laugh over food. We split up afterward, and Melissa came home with us. We cleaned a little, but mostly it was hang-out time for us. Herself made chili for dinner, and it was just the thing to cut the chill -- not only of the oncoming fall weather, but also that in our souls during our time of national tragedy. We lit a candle and placed it outside for overnight. I think we'll be repeating that action for quite a while. Sunday, September 16, 2001 Free memorial designs for folks who want to use them on their web pages in the aftermath of the terrorist attack on Tuesday. Saturday, September 15, 2001 I saw one of the most heartening sites today as I was pulling into the diner. A Delta jet flying eastbound toward Newark. So I've spent my day today trying to get myself into some sort of normalcy. It hasn't actually been that difficult, surprisingly, and I don't know whether I should feel good or bad about that. I suppose that's only normal, but it's still been a little tough. This morning after I kissed Herself goodbye -- she was off on her way to the Lakewood Renaissance Faire with Melissa and to visit her folks -- I checked my email, then went out. My first stop was actually the post office. I'd paid the bills yesterday, but didn't have a chance to mail them out, so I did that. Then it was off to the diner for sustenance. Once I was done there, I was going to go see a movie, then go to Borders, but the only movie worth seeing out there was Rush Hour 2, and the early matinee had already started, so I went to Borders and hung out. Thankfully, it was busy. People haven't been staying at home; they seemed to be out and about. I picked up my usual big basket o' books, sat down, and went through them all. I picked out a couple and started to work on one of our NY Times crossword puzzles when I noticed it was coming close to a showtime for Rush Hour 2. I'd hoped to buy the books, then go, but the line for checking out was huge, so I just left. The difference between the crowd at the bookstore and at the movies was pretty big. I don't know if that was because the prices had just jumped from matinee to regular or not, but there definitely didn't seem to be a lot of people there. I showed up about ten minutes or so before showtime, and as I sat there with my Milk Duds, I realized that I recognized the music in the background. It was from Independence Day. Aliens show up. They're not friendly. They destroy cities. We fight back. We win. Yay! I admit it's a big shoot 'em up, but it's the kind of movie I like. And the soundtrack is filled with the sort of soaring American music -- some would almost say that it's jingoistic -- that I guess that theaters will be playing nowadays. Me? I like it. Others? I hope it makes them more patriotic. Oh, the movie? It was good fluff, but it was definitely fluff. Zhang Ziyi played a bad guy -- again. The fight scenes were good. Butt was kicked. It was good. So now here I am. Watching Independence Day. Friday, September 14, 2001 One of the things that's been getting some talk locally is that we haven't heard much from the celebrities around here. No sports stars, no musicians, no actors, no one. They have stories of their own. One thing I neglected to mention in an earlier post today was the overnight. Herself and I went to bed around 12:30. We had an thunderstorm overnight which kicked our power out twice: once around 2:45 for just a moment, then again at 3:30 for an hour and a half. Through most of this period, I didn't sleep at all. Part of it was because of the missing whisper of the fan that I normally run at night -- the white noise helps me sleep -- but part of it's also been as a result of this week's events. I'm sure lots of folks are sleep-deprived right now because of what's been going on. When the power finally came back on at 5:05, I slept again -- soundly -- until the alarm went off at 7:30. Maybe I just need a nap. Anyway, in other news not related to our national tragedy, the Scrabble tournament that I was supposed to be playing in tomorrow on Long Island was canceled this afternoon. I suspect it's mostly out of respect for the victims, but I'm sure that part of it is also because of the logistical nightmare it's going to require many of the players to go through just to get there. This morning, I printed out my route from Mapquest. It's about two hours in and of itself. I was going to allow an extra hour for police checks and such to get across the bridges. The first game was at 9:00, so it would've meant leaving at 6:00, which would've meant getting up at 4:30. In retrospect, I'm kind of glad I won't have that to worry about. Obviously, Herself was worried about me going. I was trying to put up the "They're not going to scare me; I'm going on with life" front, but getting more sleep will be a good thing. Read this. Last night was the first time I'd seen any mention of any victims other than Americans. IIRC, the Brits have lost 100 dead, the Japanese 25, Australians and Koreans about 3, plus the missing. Truly, it was a World Trade Center. The upcoming cover of Time Magazine. Finally, some more good news coming out of Tuesday's awful events. Woman, Dog Guide Blind Man Down 70 WTC Floors. Falwell apologizes. I don't believe him. Sorry about the spleenage before, but the past few days have been kind of tough on all of us mentally. Herself, Melissa, and I went back to the church offices last night for yet another meeting with the Minister, just to be together. So far we know of at least three church members who knew someone either in the World Trade Center or on the flights that slammed into the buildings on Tuesday. The minimum number of degrees of separation is two, with one member having a close friend on the 31st floor of one building who hasn't been heard from. There was a lot of discussion -- all good -- on various issues. My contribution was mainly toward security, affairs of the military and how ugly this mess will become before it gets any better. Toward the end, I just got all weepy because there's so much to say that I couldn't say. I want to pray for the victims. I want to pray for the police and firefighters. I want to pray for the rescuers and volunteers. I want to pray for the men and women of the Armed Forces. I want to pray for America. It just got to be a bit much. I guess I must be in the grieving/sorrow part of the recovery process. After that, we just went out for a little dinner -- I'd eaten earlier -- and went home to bed. Not that I normally wish evil on people, but Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson are certainly making their way to the top of the list. Did you read what that creep Falwell said yesterday? He pretty much blamed the terrorist attack Tuesday on pagans, abortionists, feminists, gays and lesbians. He claimed that their actions caused God to visit punishment upon us. How fucked up is that? They're not helping. This nation is still all a-roil from Tuesday's events, and they're trying to puff their own cause up at the expense of the suffering of the people of New York and Washington, DC, and the friends and families of all the victims, and that's just not right. Grrrrrrr... Commentary from the Miami Herald. Thursday, September 13, 2001 God. While searching for a lost sheep, an Indian shepherd stumbled across an ancient temple. It turns out the temple was an ancient Shiv temple, and the local tourist board has offered him 10% of the cash offering made at the temple as recompense. The sheep is still missing. Holy shit. Talk about your prescience. From a prayer sent around to our local work email: Oh God- Our hearts tremble with confused emotions- shock, anger, outrage, confusion, and sadness. We ask ourselves "Why?" and "How?". We are shaken as individuals and families and communities and as a nation. We are humbled and feel suddenly weak and vulnerable. And maybe now we are teachable and reachable by your spirit. We join our hearts before you today for those most closely touched by today's tragedy- victims, survivors, caregivers, firemen and police. Medics, nurses, doctors. Sons and daughters, husbands and wives, mothers and fathers, waiting in anguished uncertainty for news of the welfare of loved ones. Calm them and comfort them, Lord. Grant them peace and strength for this hour. Grant endurance and strength for all the responders- lead them to survivors and enable them to save the injured. For the families of those who have died, quiet their spirits in the midst of their sorrow and come close to them. We ask that you would rebuke the spirit of violence and hatred that inspired these attacks and that you might bring shame and repentance to those who plan and carry out schemes of destruction and evil. What we cannot do, we ask you to do, Lord. We present ourselves to you Lord and ask for your blessing on our country. AMEN Wednesday, September 12, 2001 Having gotten that out of the way, let me recount you on the day that was. I spent part of last night with Herself over at the church offices for a night just to be together, consider what we'd all experienced, reflect, and try to move on. Fortunately, though a few of our congregation work in New York, none were in the area of the World Trade Center when it was attacked. For what is normally a fairly peaceful group of Unitarians, there was quite a lot of anger in the room. I must admit to being somewhat heartened to see this and also a bit sad and ashamed. I'm one of the more right-leaning members of our congregation, as you can imagine, and my "Kill 'em all, and let God sort 'em out" attitude -- one which is mostly in check, except in times of great military stress (the Gulf War and, say, now, for example) -- probably wouldn't have been appreciated. That's why I was very surprised to see quite a few people advocating going over there, bombing the hell out of whoever's responsible (Can you say "bin Laden," kids? I knew you could.), bombing them some more, and coming home. The problem is that a lot of what was said after that initial outburst was true. Can we talk to anyone? Who do we talk to? How do we make them understand our way of life? How do we make them understand we're not evil? What's their point of view? Why do they hate America? Do they hate Americans? Aren't both sides human? To whom can we address these questions? Is the answer truly "No one"? As a generally peaceful man in the gainful employ of the aerospace/defense industry, it's quite a conundrum. You see, on the one hand, I want to kick some ass, kick some more ass, take a name or two, kick still more ass, then take the final tally. On the other hand, what does it accomplish? Lots of people are dead, they're hailed as martyrs -- who can forget the scenes of Palestinians rejoicing in the streets yesterday? -- and the cycle starts all over again as more radical teenagers choose to "be like Osama" and learn how to wage guerilla war upon innocent people. Phew. I was close to tears by the end of it all. In fact, I'm not that far away right now. Anyway, with that aside I pored through the rest of my email when we got home last night. I got a phone call around 9:30 last night from my boss saying that work today was canceled, and I informed him of me having a doctor's appointment anyway, so that was all cool with me. I wasn't going in on time today anyway. We also got in touch with our friends down in DC that I hadn't heard from yet. It was actually his father that I was most concerned about because he used to work in the Pentagon, but with the change in administrations, he no longer worked there, thank goodness. I kept reading and watching and reading and watching. It all got too much for Herself, and she turned in around midnight, and I finally stopped not long after I posted what I did last night. This morning, I woke up around 6:20, an hour and a half before I was due to get up, but a little after the time when I normally get up. I guess my body clock was still tuned to yesterday, and maybe I was still wired from all of yesterday's events. Herself felt me stir and was actually awake herself. Finally, I got up around 6:40, and she woke up, too. We got up and went through our normal routine, except we were still watching news, and the World Trade Center still wasn't there, and the Pentagon was still damaged. *sigh* Since I had my doctor's appointment at 10:30 -- I originally thought it was at 10:00, though -- we went out for breakfast early, stopping by the local news stand to pick up the newspapers. The front page of the New York Daily News shows the horrible scene of the second jet just about to impact the southern tower of the World Trade Center. The headline: IT'S WAR. Home News Tribune. "America Saw Evil." Picture of the firefighters combing through the debris and other smaller pictures. New York Post. "ACT OF WAR/World Trade Center destroyed; many dead." Yet another angle of the second jet on its approach to its final destination. The Star-Ledger. "TERROR BEYOND BELIEF/U.S. stunned by suicide attacks; death toll could reach thousands." Full below-the-fold picture of the after-impact image of the second jet striking the south tower. Courier News. "TERROR ATTACKS STUN NATION." Same picture as the Ledger. USA Today. "`Act of War'/Terrorists strike; death toll `horrendous'." Three-quarter page shot of that same picture. The Asbury Park Press, though, had the real kicker. They took this same picture, blew it up to occupy two full newspaper pages, and made it the front and back pages of the "A" section. The solitary word: "HORROR." Woof. But we did get to eventually have breakfast at the diner and went in search of a copy of the New York Times, but was never able to find one before my doctor's appointment. Obviously, we were early, but we were in and out of there fairly quickly, considering how doctors usually are. After that, we stopped by the local Quik Chek to try and pick up the Times, where we saw a pickup truck with a sign in the rear window reading, "Time to Kick Ass." Herself had hoped to catch a picture of it, but the truck left before I could return with the digital camera. It wouldn't have worked anyway; the batteries were dead. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon reading email and catching up on web stuff. Before yesterday's events, I'd planned on going from the doctor's appointment to getting my car inspected, but with work canceled today, I went this afternoon. With the Somerville inspection station closed, I had to drive down to Flemington to get it done, but it wasn't much of an inconvenience. I ran an errand or two on the way home, then finally arrived back here around 4:00. Since then, I haven't been doing much, but watch/read coverage from all over. It's still extremely mind-numbing. But in the meantime, all of us have to kind of pick ourselves up by our bootstraps and keep going. We all have work to do, things to do, movies to see, sports events to attend, etc. Go and do them. Let's get back to as normal as we can, OK? I'm done for now. An editorial from a Canadian TV commentator from June 1973, after the United States pulled out of Vietnam:
I realize that his editorial is almost 30 years old, but the sentiment still rings true to me. Good news so far tonight from everyone around here in the wake of what's happened today at the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. First, obviously, my sister-in-law is fine. CBS wasn't affected by everything downtown, but for the fact that everything's busier. We talked to her earlier today, and she's fine. Second, our friends down in Washington are all fine. We have two friends who work in OEOB, and they're both fine, along with one's spouse and the other's fiancée. One of those friends has a father who in the previous administration had an office in the Pentagon. With the change in administrations, he no longer works there, but on his drive in to work this morning, he felt the explosion there. All the people who we've seen today have been able to contact all their loved ones, friends and family. However, with the good also come the bad. So far this evening, the latest report is the possibility of 800 dead in the Pentagon, six dozen dead policemen in the World Trade Center, and at least 265 dead firefighters, including New York City's fire chief and deputy chief. This doesn't even include the dead from all four plane crashes nor the uncounted loss of life in both towers. The events of the past 15 hours are being called America's Second Pearl Harbor, and at the moment I'm inclined to agree. The loss of life here is astronomical, probably at least five times as bad as the World War II attack. The psychological effect is just as bad. Whoever did this -- and I'm sure lots of you are making assumptions (as am I) -- has pretty much stuck a sword in America's side. One of the things that Americans are known for, though, is resilience. We will bounce back from this. I got an email earlier today from one of our friends in Washington with a postscript which I'll paraphrase: That beast is awake, my friends, and it has sharp claws and nasty, pointy teeth. Any response from the United States will likely be swift, brutal, and unforgiving. I'm not sure that's the right response, but it's likely to be the response we'll get. There'll be some who'll say, "Why don't we talk to them and find out why they hate us?" Talk to whom? The only name we can put a face to is some Saudi Arabian guy with deep pockets and a fanatical hatred of the United States. If you put John Q. Public in the same room with Mohammed Q. Middle-East, I'm sure the two would have something in common and something to talk about. But let's say you put George W. Bush in the same room with, oh, Osama bin Laden -- just for example, of course. How much talking would get done before one of them pulled a knife or pistol? About the only thing we can hope for is that this doesn't escalate into World War III. Or perhaps it already has. Pray for America, please. We need your help. Pray for our faceless enemies, as well, so that they may better understand us and realize that in the end, it's only about people. And you, me, my neighbors, your neighbors, folks halfway around the world, and all their neighbors ... underneath our differently colored skin and different dress, we all bleed the same color blood. Too much was spilled today, and it all needs to stop.
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 Go donate blood, folks, if you can. If you go to boston.com, they have a fairly good AP wire with all the material from today's events. Go to the pull-down menu and choose "Northeast." Going home early. Not sure when, though, with the crush of folks attempting to leave. Sister-in-law's fine. Heard from my father-in-law. News from ESPN. First of all, I'm fine. Second of all, I'm going to be here for a while. Anyone who wants to get in touch with me should email me. Phones around here are kind of horked. Third, Herself is fine, but her sister -- my sister-in-law -- works in New York at CBS. Thoughts and prayers for her would be greatly appreciated. We haven't heard from her yet. OK, I'm done for the moment. Thursday, September 06, 2001 Interview with the Whedon. Very good. I keep forgetting that the Onion's AV Department is serious. A new look at a large head. How to Promote Scrabble. Probably not work safe. New dark look over at 2xy. Yesterday morning on my way to work, I was stopped at a stop light when this silver BMW Z3 convertible pulls up along side of me with its top down. The driver was a gray-haired man of indeterminate middle age with thinning air. Does this situation just scream "crisis car" or what? The world needs more Finns. Won't doing this cause the entire world to die laughing? And isn't that a bad thing? Or would it not be such a bad way to go? Sorry about not posting yesterday. The connection here was horked yesterday morning, and I was stuck in my normal teleconference for part of it, and I was busy doing work stuff in the afternoon. Anyway, we got to see some interesting stuff Tuesday. Tuesday is usually Scrabble club night in Princeton, and with Herself currently on the roles of the unemployed, I suggested that it might be nice for her to come along to Borders with me. She'd get to look at books, while I played Scrabble. So I left work a little early to beat the traffic and picked Herself up at home around 5:30 with the hope of being in Princeton around 6:15 to grab some dinner before we made it to Borders. I knew I shouldn't have been so optimistic. You see, a thunderstorm had gone through the area down south of us. Of course, we had no idea what it was like down there when we left, but I didn't think it'd be as bad as it was. What was supposed to be a 45-minute trip took us an hour and forty-five minutes. The lights on 206 were out in Hillsborough, and police were directing traffic at the major intersections. Once we got through Hillsborough, things slogged down again in Montgomery where there was a 2-mile delay of sorts. Then when we got into Princeton proper, we started to see that the storm wasn't just blowing out power lines. You could see the damage start to mount up as you drove south on 206 ... leaves and greenery. Then twigs. Then branches. Then limbs. Finally, when we'd almost made it to Nassau Street, we saw our first downed tree. And it wasn't just any tree. The root ball on this sucker had to be a good 7-8 feet in diameter, and it had fallen into the area where a house should be. If such was the case, that house or anything underneath it was crushed. It was one of those moments when one wishes that you had your digital camera to document it. Then when we tried to make our shortcut to route 1, we quickly found out why there were orange cones in the street and people standing around. A 3-foot diameter tree had fallen across the road, taking down a light pole and power lines. Therefore, with that option unavailable to us, we tried to find a shortcut around the shortcut. One wasn't forthcoming, though, so we had to backtrack all the way to University and grab Alexander down by the WaWa. All these street names and such would make sense if you knew Princeton, trust me. Anyway, we made it to the Borders around 7:15, and I jumped into Scrabbling while Herself went on her merry way with books. My best game was the first when I played M, who was new a couple of weeks ago. I was playing well and getting good tiles, then I bingoed with NOISIER for 92 points and slammed the door on any chances she had of coming back. I scored 406 in that game, which is my highest ever. The new goal is 500. While I had fun in the other two games against D and C, I spent a lot of time in vowel hell, including the Old McDonald rack EIEIO. Lots of time was spent with six vowels and one consonant. So that was Tuesday. Yesterday after work was Game Club. D brought his board, set, and timer, so we got to be Scrabble geeks before everyone showed up. Much to D's chagrin, he's now a collective 0-3 against me, after I beat him by 32. DECIBEL was my crowning bingo this time for 69. Our next game was Magalon, a game where you have to collect three pieces and get home over an extremely dynamic board. There are cards to be played, walls and gnomes and giants to move, shields to place, and you do all this stuff on every turn. Some weren't so overwhelmed by it, but I enjoyed the strategy of trying to move around it. We also played Tichu, a card game with harkenings to The Great Dalmuti, Poker, Bridge, and Whist. With six people, we played in two teams of three. While we came out on the short end of the stick, personally I did pretty well. | |