I miss everybody. I wish I could talk to y’all more. I wanted to get online last night but I was too tired.
That and the fact that we were watching the Concert for America. Man, there were some good performances. Josh Groban sang the national anthem and there was a wonderful symphonic rendition of “A Gift to be Simple”. And later on Leno the Goo Goo Dolls sang “American Girl.” Sigh. One day I’ll have a rock band 🙂
yeah. Waiting for a gel to run.
This time last year I was still in school, hadn’t started either of my blogs, hadn’t started running the best track season I’d ever have, was still freaking out about Transport phenomena, and didn’t know to wish Coach a happy birthday.
I’ll light a candle later tonight. Never Forget was the Club 101 phrase of the day. And there’s no way I ever could. I guess every generation has its “Kennedy moment” but I wish this one didn’t have to be so horrific.
I have deep regret that I never got to go to New York before the towers were destroyed. But I do hope to someday make it to the memorial. I saw it on tv once, the two shining columns of light streaming up to the sky. Never Forget indeed.
life is precious and fleeting: make the most of it. much love to all of you, and my prayers and compassion for the victims and their families. God Bless.
Hey hon! Did you miss me? I sure missed ya.
Read the last chapter for Human Development and it was good. I loved how you ended it. But I’m sure you got my comment on your other blog.
Legolas… *THUD!* I love that there are new pics finally! Its about blasted! time you know?
About my news, its not that big anymore unfortunately. I’ll let you know what it is either when I see you online or email. I would call ya but my sis is in town and she doesn’t know about my online friends. If she did, she would ban me from the internet.
*muwah!*
Let my heart be wise. It is the gods’ best gift.
— -Euripedes (c.480 – 406 BC), Greek playwright
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1. Paper or plastic? plastic… unless it’s snowy outside.
2. Stripes or plaid?plaid. Stewart or Campbell.
3. Baseball or football? Baseball. I don’t understand why people feel the need to ram into people over a little ball of leather.
4. TV or movies? TV on weeknights. Movies on weekends.
5. Craig Kilborn or Conan O’Brien? Umm, neither. I’m not up that late. Or rather, if I am up that late I’m not watching tv.
7. Yahoo or Google? Google. You always find something.
8. Star Trek or Star Wars? Star Wars. I want to be a Jedi.
9. Cats or dogs? Cats. Especially the big ones. Most especially mountain lions.
10. Is that for here or to go? I like to eat in, usually, but to go means you can watch whatever you want at home, or read during dinner…
Look at that. An unsolicited award! Whoohoo 
Thank you.
btw, I got my bow and arrows and quiver last night. So now all I’d have to do is varnish the bow and maybe decorate it a little, and see what I can do about modifying the quiver. I guess we’ll see what happens… and I might try to paint the arrows, being as they’re orange and not green…
So… the renaissance festival.
I had a blast. Well, not a blast. A good time. I would love to work there, be paid to dress up in medieval costume and be in character all day. I’d hate the sweat though, sigh.
So we almost got killed on the way there. After I was late to meet Jess and she of course was early. Way early. I of course had a DNA isolation that didn’t get done till late. Erm. My fault, again. I suck. So we hit major rush hour traffic. Then Josh her ex brought us pizza cause he works at Domino’s but he had to stay and cover for someone, so we were late(r). Both Jess and I spent most of the ride sewing. I spent half, anyway. I just had to sew some snaps on my cloak, which wasn’t really worth it as it was too damn hot to wear a cloak anyway. But I did it. Jess only had pieces of her bodice cut out, but not sewn together. She ended up not finishing it. She just wore what she had last year.
There was almost a dead body in the Conoco station next to the hotel. I’m kidding. The convenience store next to the pumps was empty, and the alarm went off. We didn’t take anything. We were honest. So we got free sodas We were just worried that maybe someone was hurt and couldn’t get up.
help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
Jess also had to do homework. She had to film two hours of video at one location, to pick up ambient noise, one hour at one time of day, the other hour at another time. So we spent a lot of time walking around with a video camera.
I didn’t take nearly enough pictures. Although I can say that I was squeezed into a corset. And looked damn good too. I even got a rose.
Our hotel room had an ant problem.
They have the best shaved ice I’ve ever had there. Too expensive, but it actually tastes fruity.
Hammered dulcimers make some of the most beautiful music in the world.
Jess definitely gets into moods. So do I, I guess.
the guy wearing the fop makeup was probably really cute. Wish I could get a cute guy. Of course all the men on the trip were taken. Sort of.
I danced the maypole. Too bad there weren’t enough guys to kiss.
There’s more. Like the Human Chess match with a cameo by Harry Potter and how I didn’t get to shoot any arrows. Where is my bow and arrow set anyway? Erm.
Why don’t you im me or send me an email and ask me more? Hell, leave a comment.
because I was looking for an AIM icon.
Monday Mission 2.36 via PromoGuy dot net
1. Where were you and what was happening in your life the moment when you
first became aware of what was happening at the World Trade Center in New York
City last September 11th? What was the first thing you did when you heard the
news? My mom called me around 10:30, waking me up, asking if I was alright. It was a tuesday, so I didn’t have class till 11:30, so I wasn’t up yet. She told me what happened, asked if I was ok a million times cause it was totally possible that they would bomb universities and other places where there were lots of people gathered in one area. I calmed her down and proceeded to gape at the tv screen until it was time to go to class. I figured we’d do something to honor the day, but I wanted to feel normal. Besides, I never skipped class unless I had a track meet. I didn’t cry, mostly cause I couldn’t believe it was happening. I watched the second tower fall. My teacher ended up just talking to us for a while (ironicallly, it was my sensation & perception class, so we still got a bit of a psych lesson) then let us go home. The chancellor sent an all-campus email telling us classes were cancelled for the day, and I went to a prayer vigil during lunch. Which is amazing… cause I never usually do things that are overtly religious.
2. When those truly responsible for the attack are apprehended, what do
you think would be the most fitting form of justice? I can’t even think about it. I’m not against capitol punishment, but I don’t think even that’s enough for the perpetrators to suffer.
3. This will probably be much like when our parents respond to “Where
were you when JFK was shot?”- an event never forgotten by those who were there.
But how do you think the history books should present the 9-11 attacks?
Should it be included for all future generations? How can we truly convey the
shock, the outrage, the emotions and pain of that day to the children of our
children? Of course it should be included. It changed the way a nation behaves. I don’t think anyone who wasn’t there could truly understand what happened, and how it felt, just like I don’t feel I can really understand what it felt like to be in NY at that time. Thank God I didn’t have any loved ones there.
4. No one in that building, in the Pentagon, or on the planes (other
than the terrorists) knew that 9-11 would be their last day to be alive. For me,
it brought home the reality that I could be gone at anytime, without any
warning. Now, I really want each day to have some value. Did the events of
9-11 bring about a change in the way you live your life? Well, they curtailed some of my freedom. They made going to the airport a major pain in the ass. And it may sound heartless, but I hate how “9-11” has become a common phrase and it’s brought into everything. Not that I think it should fade away, but it doesn’t need to be in every heartfelt speech.
5. Several who loved to fly in planes will not step foot in one
anymore. Many parents are more protective of their children. A year later, do
you find yourself feeling more secure than back then? Or is it just a matter of
time before something else happens? I might be cynical or just plain stupid, but I never felt all that unsafe. I mean, it was terrifying, but unbelieveable. And besides…who’d want to blow up St. Louis anyway? There’s not too much here. Although I would cry like a baby if the Arch was suddenly gone.
6. The best way for me to honor the those impacted by the attack will
be to refrain from any media that day. No papers, no radio and especially no
television. Others will light candles, and others will attend special services.
What, if anything, will you do to personally reflect on the tragedy? I think I will light a candle. I have to go to work, listen to lab meetings, etc. I think it will be rather normal for me, for as I’ve said, it didn’t touch me personally. I don’t know if there will be a service on campus; I probably couldn’t make it to one at church; I know I will think of it all day. And probably for the rest of my life. I never got to visit the Twin Towers, and I sincerely regret that. I think it will be a case of Chris-I broke up with him years ago, yet nearly every day I think of him. So much in my life was connected to him in some way, I can’t avoid it. Like I can’t avoid the fact that there is a significant part of American History no longer there. Someday I’ll visit NY and see the memorial.
7. One of the visuals that touched me the most were the walls and
walls full of hand made “Missing” posters. What image will you always have in
your mind when you recall the events of 9-11? I will never forget watching the tower fall. and being in the prayer circle, asking why and sending whatever comfort I could to the victims-and trying desperately not to say they’re in a better place. I really dislike patronizing platitudes.
BONUS: Who’s gonna come around when you break? Hopefully a friend.