Austin, TX, September 14, 2001, 3:30 p.m.
Last night I was afraid to go to sleep. I saw some splotchy video of bin Laden and soon got paranoid of every sound that I heard in my room. Apartment complexes and houses get surprising noisy at night. All these strange whirrs and clicks and hums sound like ambulance sirens and civil defense sirens to the over vigilant mind.
Work has been a wash this week. I've managed to get my assorted forms published and got a manual off to be reviewed but haven't had much motivation at all. Looking around people are still stealing glimpses of news web sites and such around the office. Of course, that's all I want to look at. While I want to forget about what happened, I find the 24-hour nature of the news to be too intriguing. The stories come across more like infotainment than something that is actually real. Somehow I cannot believe this is real. I don't want to get involved.
My best friend was crying on the phone the other day when he saw people jumping out of the windows on the news. This is the world's biggest stoic. His display of emotion made me squirm.
After going over the phrase "something big will happen soon to American and Israel" numerous times in the past twelve hours, I turned and looked at my calendar—next Tuesday is Rosh Hashaunah and the Thursday after next is Yom Kippur. Considering all this revolves around symbolism, I am wondering. Yes, I'm being superstitious but I still have the memory of a bad documentary I saw on HBO about the end of the world back in the early 80s. Checking Internet Movie Database I think it's called "The Late, Great Planet Earth." Whenever something like this happens, I see the turbaned man hurling missiles toward the United States and remember being terrified. Deep breath…
I started this web-log inspired by a friend of mine. Thanks, S!
Later
Last night I was afraid to go to sleep. I saw some splotchy video of bin Laden and soon got paranoid of every sound that I heard in my room. Apartment complexes and houses get surprising noisy at night. All these strange whirrs and clicks and hums sound like ambulance sirens and civil defense sirens to the over vigilant mind.
Work has been a wash this week. I've managed to get my assorted forms published and got a manual off to be reviewed but haven't had much motivation at all. Looking around people are still stealing glimpses of news web sites and such around the office. Of course, that's all I want to look at. While I want to forget about what happened, I find the 24-hour nature of the news to be too intriguing. The stories come across more like infotainment than something that is actually real. Somehow I cannot believe this is real. I don't want to get involved.
My best friend was crying on the phone the other day when he saw people jumping out of the windows on the news. This is the world's biggest stoic. His display of emotion made me squirm.
After going over the phrase "something big will happen soon to American and Israel" numerous times in the past twelve hours, I turned and looked at my calendar—next Tuesday is Rosh Hashaunah and the Thursday after next is Yom Kippur. Considering all this revolves around symbolism, I am wondering. Yes, I'm being superstitious but I still have the memory of a bad documentary I saw on HBO about the end of the world back in the early 80s. Checking Internet Movie Database I think it's called "The Late, Great Planet Earth." Whenever something like this happens, I see the turbaned man hurling missiles toward the United States and remember being terrified. Deep breath…
I started this web-log inspired by a friend of mine. Thanks, S!
Later
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