Thursday, September 27, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
To my mind, people either believe in God or they don't. If you don't believe in God, then the phrase is meaningless. The only problem is that if you do believe in God, the phrase is also meaningless. The question is, what exactly are people trusting God to do? If God is, by definition, all powerful, then He's going to do whatever He pleases. So people are basically saying they're trusting God to... be God.
I, of course, prefer to take the third interpretation: It's the coins themselves that trust in God, and are declaring it for all the world to see. Good for them.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
(Me back in September 2001, working on the roof of the Trinity building, restoring power at ground zero.)
As with previous years, the following is a letter I wrote to my friends & family in the days after 9/11. The letter is here in it's entirety, "warts and all." The only change I'd like to make is that while at the time we were told the death toll was 6000, we now know it to be about 2700..............................................
I'm sorry that I've been distant lately. I'm sure you can all understand, some even more than me.
I've been scared. I don't like to be, much less admit it, but I've been scared. I was lucky and in
On Thursday, back in
One of my friends at work is 40 years old, and he's a kind, good man. Today he suddenly started cursing himself, muttering what a failure he is. When I asked him what was wrong, he admitted it was because he started smoking again after giving them up cold turkey for 10 years. He told me he feels worthless, because suddenly he can't live without them again. I tell him it's an understandable need, but I can tell that my words don't help. I realize the frustration goes deeper than a pack of Marbalo 100s
Again, I'm on a job 30 blocks away from "ground zero", and I can see out the window that what was once a symbol of achievement is still a smoldering hole in the ground. I know it's only been a week, but I wonder when the skyline won't have a haze that has nothing to do with pollution. I walk down the street and I see people that are scared and jittery, no matter what their profession or race. I buy a paper from an elderly Arabic man, who wears a "God Bless
Our shop is working on restoring power to one of those buildings- the same one I was on the roof of not too long ago (The Trinity building, 111 Broadway for those of you with a love for geography)- and being a lowly apprentice I helped the truck driver deliver material yesterday. My drivers license was scrutinized by armed police and National Guardsmen, like I'm trying to get onto a military base, and they make me wait in the cab while they and the driver search the truck. The won't let the truck get closer than a few blocks away and we wind up rolling 3' diameter wooden reels of sj cord down the street. The smell twisted my stomach, when I realized that what I was smelling was death- the death of a great achievement, of that smug "nothing can ever happen to us" attitude we Americans had without giving it a second thought, and, most disturbingly of over 6000 bodies.
And there's this feeling that grips me, this feeling that there's nothing I could ever do to protect myself, my wife or my son (I know that's a MCP attitude, but I'm sure Jen feels the same way about Joey and me.) And I wonder every night if tomorrow some new insanity will strike. I jump every time a car backfires. I run 2 miles a night (yes, frightening but true. This started a while before all this happened and I'm down to a not-quite-slim-yet 225lbs, thank you very much) and every time a plane flies overhead I flinch. I watched President's Bush's speech on TV tonight, and every time the picture flickered a little (I don't have cable, so 2 is really the only reliable channel- the others are coming and going- for those of you not in NYC, the WTC had all the broadcast antennas for the area except channel 2, leaving those of us cable-less with only CBS ) I thought "oh shit, what's happening now?" Every time I hear a siren, I wonder what's happened. The QM4 bus got held up at the Midtown tunnel yesterday (connecting
I feel guilty. Part of me tells myself that I have no right to feel so hurt or so angry- my family and my friends are all safe, and I'm alive and healthy. I'm a civilian now, I don't have to worry like so many others do. Who am I to feel so much? There are some without homes, without jobs, without their wives/sons/husbands/dads/daughters/brothers/sisters/fiancées... oh, you get the picture. I feel like I'm just whining.
I can't help being angry. We have the freedom of religion, but we jump out of our skins if someone says a prayer before a graduation ceremony or a football game. We have the freedom to own firearms, but we curse any law abiding citizen who owns one, while passing more and more lenient laws against criminals who use them. We showed the world that our presidency is a joke, that we don't care about our own history, our pride. We have a popular culture that demands more and more freedoms, but damns those who give/gave their lives and personal freedoms to protect the ones we have. I watched the speech, saw Democrats and Republicans give up their petty bickering that's been tearing the country to pieces, for the first time since WW2. It gives me a boost of hope, and I pray the sentiment lasts longer than this week, and reaches further than military resolve- into fixing our school system, into caring more about our OWN country's welfare, into bringing back production into this country so people can have jobs and learn trades to feed their families. I hope our politicians will stop trying to convince group A that everyone in groups B, C, and Q hates them, just to get their block of votes, then running around like idiots and asking "why?" when that hate turns to violence. I hope we learn to accept and love each other because we're Americans, despite our preference/denomination/color/sex. God, two weeks ago, that statement would have sounded so corny, wouldn't it?
We're at war, but we don't really know against who. There's no clear enemy, no one knows who will attack or when. Will it be us or them? Will it be "Us" or some nut like McVeigh, thinking we'll blame foreign terrorists instead of domestic? I realize I live on an island, and the only way to the rest of the world is by crossing another island (either
I'm sorry if I see this as just an NYC thing. It's hard to grasp that this is affecting the whole country.
It's an uncertain time, it's become an uncertain world. I just want you all to be certain that I love every one of you.
Those of you who've been forwarding bits of editorials, news items, letters, etc. Thank you, but it's you who's opinion I'm interested in. Let me know what you're thinking & feeling, if you'd like- you're more important.
Love each other, stay safe, and live your lives, for yourself and for each other.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Caption 1: An object in motion stays in motion, unless acted upon by another object
Caption 2: Mo' Better Mentum- a Spike Lee Joint
I spent the day with one of my best and oldest friends, Chris Witlox. Why can't someone invent the transporter or figure out how to jaunte already?
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Sunday, September 02, 2007
1) Insects will feed upon the smog from the vegetable oil, bringing their numbers up tenfold. They will overrun the planet, destroying crops, and eventually gaining a taste for human blood.
2) Smog from the vegetable oil will contain corn starch that will mix with the rain. The resulting goo will gunk up peoples' hair. Women across the country will wage war over hair care products. Anarchy will reign.
3) Runoff from the exhaust will seep into the ground and be brought by rain into the ocean. Corn-fed fish will grow fat and tasty. As everyone knows, big fish eat little fish. Before long, all of our fish will all be fat and lethargic. People everywhere will become ashamed of our planet's ocean life. Interspecies racism will destroy our world.
So while I'm all for American independence from foreign oil, let's not jump on the Al Gore bandwagon just yet, OK? Our planet's future might depend on it.