Fuck me. What a mess.
Jen and I got about an hour’s worth of glorious sleep together spooned on the bed, before rising, on a beautiful September morning. After she left for work, I was eating breakfast and listening to Howard Stern at my desk at home, and heard the first reports of the plane hitting the WTC. I went downstairs and turned on the news- it was all over the dial. I called Jen immediately and told her what was happening. She didn’t believe me. As we were talking, the second plane smashed into the second tower. I sat around and watched the coverage for a few minutes yesterday, and being alone, I decided to head north to work to be with people. I got into work and immediately we headed over to Jeff C’s house to watch CNN on his 53″ TV. For a few hours, we sat stunned watching things unfold. I was shocked to hear about the first plane. I was horrified to see the second plane. And I was terrified when I heard about the Pentagon.
I headed back home and went immediately to the store to stock up on supplies, then headed home and hunkered down. Jen came by and we sat to watch the coverage in disbelief and shock. I am grateful she was with me.
People leaping from the 80th stories of the buildings.
A 757 banking into the tower and wiping out the whole side.
Waist-deep ash and debris at the foundation of the building.
The whole building peeling apart and pancaking to the ground.
Today the Greycube server got hacked. I wonder if it’s a random script kiddie?
11:03 AM – Still trying to get work done, actually trying to approach it. Attempting to put it all out of my head.
11:24 AM – Stacey checked in with me- she’s OK.
11:42 AM – Able to log onto Greycube; I’m backing up my files right now as fast as I can. Afraid I’ll lose everything. My last backup was about 2 months ago.
12:02 AM – Ross checked in with me- he’s OK as well.
2:32 PM – Found a real nice site from caterina.net – it’s called the artful dodge. Very nice design with 3 colors and no blending. Yes, I’m shirking work, looking for something else to concentrate on other than this interface and New York.
12:02 PM – For once in this city, a small glimmer of original thought shines through. The program director at WHFS, normally a lock-step ‘Alternative’ radio station, has been playing relatively awesome songs since ‘Loveline’ cut out at 11:40. U2 and ‘One’, Elvis Costello with ‘What’s so Funny About Peace, Love and Understanding’, REM with ‘Everybody Hurts’. Right the hell on. If they had just pushed through their usual disgusting, sticky mass of proto-alternative payola whiny white-men complaining music during all this mess, I probably would have impaled myself on my bass guitar. But somebody alive is actually in the program room; I like to think they’ve barricaded themselves in the DJ booth and are calmly loading the player and smoking their final cigarette while representatives and AR guys from the music labels rush the door wielding boxes of the new ‘Limp Bizkit’ CD-Single.
I had to work in the basement for the evening- I couldn’t listen to the radio, watch the TV or deal with another report of the chaos up in NY. I got a lot done too, but I’m gonna save the description for tomorrow.
Oh, and it’s now back to the regularly scheduled crap rock. I guess the AR guys beat the DJ to death with his microphone.