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9.22.01

about 10 minutes before the show ended last night, i came to the unpleasant conclusion that those albertson’s chicken strips had indeed been sitting under the heat lamp too long and i shouldn’t have eaten them – well, too late now. i left dante (the light board op) running the deck for me while i threw up back stage. ugg. good thing it’s a darn simple show to run. so this morning i was supposed to run in the women’s fitness celebration 5k with my mom (cute mother-daughter sort of thing), and i’m bummed that it’s 9 am, the race is half over, and i just woke up. now i have a $20 t-shirt for a race i didn’t run in. bleh!

but i’ve noticed that whenever i’m getting ready to move away from a particular place, it has habit of trying to piss me off, like children acting out in order to ease their parent’s upcoming separation anxiety. six more performances of forever plaid, two nights on a road trip to salt lake, one last night to pack and pack and pack, then three nights in the bay area, and i’m off to amsterdam. the days are numbered. i’ve been going at about 110 mph for the past week trying to get ready to leave and working on all sorts of last-minute projects; last night’s chicken strips just sort of slammed on the breaks and forced me to idle at 20 for a bit. my sanity probably needed it. but i am bummed about the race.

i have yet another new plan for post-europe employment: i might get a job in buffalo, NY. i’m pretty excited about this possibility; a good job, lousy pay, i know a couple of people there already, and it’d put me on the east coast near all sort of people who are near and dear to me. keep your fingers crossed for me, eh?

lauren might become an EMT??

i hesitate to recommend kidchamp only because lauren is so much more witty and literate than i am that i figure you’ll all stop reading slithy tove once you meet her. but what can i do? i love her lots, she’s way cooler than me, and her new blog is my favorite color.

9.20.01

do something good this morning: set your browser’s default page to http://www.thehungersite.com. it only takes a few seconds to click on the donate free food button, and if you set it as the default page, you won’t forget to click it every day. (btw, the hungersite was down for several weeks this summer but is back with new owners). i know what you’re thinking, “but i like having that google/yahoo/excite search page pop up first” – here’s an easy solution. download the google toolbar (http://toolbar.google.com/) – it’s small and super cool and then you always have a search engine built into your web browser, and now you have no excuse for not putting the hungersite on your default page. so there.

9.19.01

project: scrappingbooking (yes, i think it’s a verb).

i have three years of photos, ticket stubs and theatre programs that have been piling up in a frighteningly large number of shoeboxes, waiting to get glued into a scrapbook. i’ve been putting it off because there were some painful memories boxed up in there; i think i’ve finally put enough emotional distance out there to deal with it. they are, after all, good memories, but i’m a big believe in looking forward, not back, so sometimes it’s hard to bring myself to look at good times gone by, because the bitter in bitter-sweet is to much for me.

so last night i worked through my first trip to japan and fall quarter of my junior year at stanford. while i was working, i turned on the tv, just to have a little background noise and distraction. i selected jay leno, figuing it’d be a rerun and therefore something light-hearted. actually, it turned out that both jay leno and conan were airing their first show back since last tuesday’s attack, and the shows’ subject matter was accordingly somber – an interview with Senator McCain and another with a teenage girl, representing average american youth. halfway through the second show, i had to turn it off because it was making me physically ill. i’m not sure why i’m having such a physical reaction to this event – i can think and talk and reason rationally about it, but i just keep having this gut reaction that makes me want to throw up everything i think about it for more than a few moments at a time. i think this means i’m far from actually beginning to process this event in the context of my own life.

9.18.01

i had dinner at my grandparents’ house tonight. my two favorite gems from the evening:

– hearing the phrase “whore house piano” come out of my prim-and-proper grandmother’s mouth (with appropriate apologies before and after)

– upon explaining my plans for the upcoming year’s employment, being asked “are you always going to be a vagabond?”

yes, grandma. i’m always going to be a vagabond. but at least i’ll be able to say “whore house piano” whenever i want.

9.15.01 – later

the buzzline on the news has changed from “Day of Terror” (tuesday) to “American Under Attack” (wed-fri) to “America’s New War” (tonight).

i heard on BBC that a recent poll showed that 78% percent of americans are in favor of going to war even if it means the loss of innocent life in afghanistan. 69% are in favor of going to war even if it means a significant loss of american life. does anyone else out there find this as horrifying as i do? how will killing innocent people make us feel better about all those innocent people who were killed on tuesday? afghanistan is willing to hand us bin Laden if we can provide evidence that he’s really behind tuesday’s attacks, but somehow it makes more sense for us to go bomb the shit out of a bunch of innocent afghans, who have nothing to do with their government’s decision to hide bin Laden. apparently afghan people are packing up and fleeing, but iran and pakistan have closed their borders to afghan refugees.

9.15.01

cookbooks are like dresses: they are both objects that i covet, purchase, place in the closet, and rarely use.

since i was in san francisco earlier this week i do have a Freak of the Week to report – this one was the creep on mission and 2nd street who tried to grope me. i shouted some rather unlady-like things at him. the irritating thing is that the grin he gave me as we glared at one another over our shoulders suggested that he’d done it specifically to get me to yell what i did. i mean, i’ve had guys brush up against me or grab my ass on a crowded bus before or something, but this guy just came right at me and tried to get a feel. it was weird and violating. i owed him a swift kick, but the street was full of people and he got away too fast.

9.14.01

for the past three days, i’ve been glued to NPR and CNN. this morning i woke up, sat down at the breakfast table with the newspaper and literally gagged on my cereal. i don’t know why i’ve been able to look at pictures of all the horror and destruction for the past three days but suddenly not today. maybe it was the juxtaposition of my daily routine (eat cereal, read the paper) with all the horror of the past week. maybe the shock just wore off. at any rate, i have no appetite for breakfast anymore, and since i can’t bear to listen to NPR, and somehow feel uncomfortable about rocking out with my favorite CD, i drive in silence.

some impressions:

my biggest concern is for the growing number of hate-crimes in america. an islamic center splashed with pig’s blood in san francisco, a mosque in texas full of bullet holes, an arab-american cab driver beaten to death in new york city – the list goes on. there’s even report of someone in boise being beaten because he looked like he might be arabic. he was from india.

my second biggest fear is that this will lead to war.

i wonder what the coming months will hold, and what it will be like to be an american in europe while this unfolds.

i’m mildly apprehensive about flying to amsterdam three weeks from now.

boise is full of american flags. everyone has flags flying half-mast on their truck antennas.

i am thankful that my friends who live and work near the crash sites in new york and dc are safe.

i worry about the fact that america’s leaders seem to think that it is enough to promise vengeance, and not also security. the american people want to see somebody pay for this crime, and george w. bush is going to give them that. but what i want to know is, why aren’t america’s leaders on the television assuring us that this will never happen again? why aren’t we examining america’s diplomatic behavior and questioning why it is that someone attacked us? otherwise, this terrorist or that one will hang, americans will mourn their losses and go back to their lives, and three years from now, something else just like this will happen.

i think that everyone has found it inspirational the way that america has spiritually and emotionally pulled together this week. it heartens me to see that no one has taken advantage of new york’s fragile state; their have been no reports of looting as far as i know. people from all over the country and indeed the world are donating blood and money, time and supplies. but in the midst of all this goodwill, i still have to ask what kind of moral are we giving to this story? that vengeance alone will account for the wrongs that have been done this week? what’s to keep children (or adults, for that matter) from waking up with nightmares, their (perhaps false) sense of security now destroyed? i am too young to really remember the cold war (the berlin wall came down when i was in the 6th grade). but i wonder what it was like to live without the sense of security that i grew up with – to honestly believe that any day, any moment, the entire world could come to an end. how do you live a normal life with a fear like that hanging close by?

when i first started watching CNN on tuesday morning, it was about forty-five minutes after the first plane had crashed. i was sitting in lauren’s apartment such that my back was to downtown san francisco. for the first hour or two, some part of me was honestly waiting to hear a boom from behind me as the transamerica pyramid or something else blew up. of course, as lauren later pointed out, san francisco thinks it’s more important than it really is, and the chances that terrorists would want to hit it are slim. that aside, i recall the feeling of waiting for the other shoe to fall…what was it like for the generation before mine to have spent all day every day subconsciously waiting for the bomb?

this post is full of question marks, as am i.

9.11.01 – much later

back in boise, having caught a ride with my father’s co-worker and driven 13 hours across the nevada desert this evening.

i have nothing profound to offer, only prayers for all the victims and their families.