Katz is going off on some strange tirade about
pre-/post-9/11 movies on Slashdot. It got me thinking (for
no good reason--It's a pretty poor review), and I
realized I haven't written down my experiences of that day..
I don't remember when I rolled out of bed, but it was later
than I wanted. My roommate had woken up and had left the
room, so I figured it was time. I climbed into the chair at
my computer, powered up the monitors, and started my daily
morning browsing. I think I hit Slashdot first, and the top
story was the first article of the planes hitting the WTC
towers. I tried getting to some news websites, but couldn't
get anywhere.
I turned around and powered up the TV and turned it to CNN.
With my groggy morning eyes, I saw a wide-angle shot of the
towers. It looked entirely fake, but I figured if it was on
CNN...
I came out of my room and went into the den. I turned off
the music my roommate had started up, and turned on the TV
out there. I still wasn't fully awake, and could barely
manipulate the remote controls well enough to get it turned
to CNN. I tried to tell my roommate what happened, but I
didn't know anything. Some big planes had hit the World
Trade Center.
Anyway, nobody knew anything, so I took a shower. I can't
remember much else that happened. I know that the sky was
very clear and blue. I came into the business school
building where I work, and saw a huge crowd of students
watching TV, but I felt like avoiding the coverage until
people actually knew something. I went into my office area
and sat down at the computer, trying to do some work, but I
was thinking too much.
I was chatting with people on IRC, and was informed when the
towers fell. I didn't have a TV at that point, so I didn't
know they'd pancaked. I just couldn't imagine it.
Anyway, I sat around at the business school for a while, but
I was going a bit stir-crazy. I walked to Taco Bell, about
15 minutes away on foot. On the way there, I saw a small
United States flag protruding from a building. September
11th was a primary election day, and the flag was there
informing people that they could go vote.
That was probably the last time a flag really made me feel
good. It was a puny little thing, only a few inches in
size, but it meant so much that morning. I smiled, and kept
walking.
I got to Taco Bell. One employee was on the phone, looking
out the window at downtown. She said, ``I know they're
going to target downtown.'' It never actually happened, but
people were worried. Anyway, I ate and tried to remain calm.
I got back to my desk and tried to work again. There were
still way too many things racing through my head, plus I got
a little worried by the fact that the business school is a
very shiny corporate-looking building. I decided to head home.
I got home and spent some time watching coverage, browsing
the web and chatting on IRC. That day, classes were
supposed to start late for me, around 12:30. I was hearing
that they may have canceled classes. Before long, I found
they had..
I walked to class, finding a notice on the door saying that
classes after noon were canceled. I started heading back to
the apartment, but decided to see if my brother was at his
dorm room. We got some lunch and hung out for the
afternoon, though definitely it wasn't the most entertaining
time we'd spent together. I spent most of my time watching
TV, while he played Civilization on my computer.
In a lot of ways, it was a very dull day. It was very
strange to feel so affected by something that happened half
a continent away.
Strangely, the events since then have made me less
interested in the news. I'm sure there's a lot of stuff
going on that I'd like to hear about, but it gets drowned
out by `The War on Terror'. Hell, I just wish the cable
news channels would get rid of all of that extra crap on the
screen so I wouldn't have to get reminded of it as I flip
through the channels..
Hmm. There are some other things floating around in my
head, but a bunch of it has already been
posted, so I don't want to re-write it..