Tuesday, September 18, 2001
|
| • |
|
Anybody want a stray cat?
|
Friday, September 14, 2001
|
| • |
|
How much ass does Christiane Amanpour kick? While every other journalist is blabbing on and on about this "senseless tragedy," she's deconstructing Middle Eastern fatwahs and examining the power structure in Osama bin Laden's organization. AND she was roomates with John-John! I wonder what she has been busy with lately, I haven't seen her on the news much at all.
|
| • |
|
And 1 minute later I find out that I don't have a key to my parents' house anyway, so we can't go even if we want to. Blah.
|
| • |
|
I went to work yesterday. I don't really know why. Saw a caravan of army trucks trundle across 12th Street just as the bells at Grace Church began to chime 10am. Chainsmoked the entire walk, tried to ignore the weird smell. I lasted about 3 hours in my office, the bookkeeping staff counting money, putting it in little bundles, working up columns of figures, while all I could do was check my voicemail (too many messages to even think about) and watch CNN.
On the walk home, I made the mistake of cutting through Union Square... the people standing around, crying, reading newspapers, collecting socks and blankets in big cardboard boxes, drawing on butcher paper on the ground, passing flowers around. Too, too much.
I've offered my parents' house to my friends for the weekend, but I don't think I can go out there now, as uncomfortable as I am this close to the city, I don't think it's right to leave.
I have been carrying my camera with me at all times, but I haven't taken a single picture. Matty did, I think they are from Wednesday but I forget now. The first one was taken from the steps of our last apartment, last year.
|
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
|
| • |
|
A friend in the UK from an IRC channel is calling my parents in Ireland for me right now because I can't get an international line. The internet is amazing, isn't it?
|
| • |
|
Wow
I don't even know what to say.
Heidi called us this morning just before 9... We walked down to the water to see what was going on, saw the 2nd plane hit the Tower in a giant fireball... Walked back home, stunned, called everyone we could think of... it looks like everyone we know is fine, thank god... we went back out later, walked down to the Sugar House to see what was going on... while we were sitting there, in the park, right by the water, the 2nd Tower collapsed... I know everyone can see this on televsion, on every station, but you have no idea what the city looked like at that moment, right in front of us, a giant white cloud of ash and smoke and who knows what... we heard a lady with a dog mutter something about World War III... I just don't know what to think.
|
Monday, September 10, 2001
|
| • |
|
I just realized I didn't have a link here to email me. And since (surprisingly!) there are people reading this, maybe somebody wants to say hi. I prefer it if people say "Hullo, Brian" like Marsha from Spaced. It makes me happy for some reason. Actually, I have developed this frightening tendency to speak like her. Sometimes I can be found wandering around the street, muttering things like "Hullo dearie, fancy a drop of Rioja?" out of the corner of my mouth in a frightening English accent. I think I may just have to start a Marsha fan site seek professional help.
|
View
Archive.
Back to Joannou de Luxe Main Page.
email Brian. Can't believe I forgot that.
FastCounter by bCentral
|
