Remember, Reflect, and Rant
As we all know, today is September 11th, and this blog wouldn't be my blog if I didn't at least take a moment to remember the events of the day and reflect on where it has brought us.
The loyal readers (all 3 or so of you) may remember that this crazy little project began six years ago on September 10, 2001, when I finally got everything to work and made my first mark on the blogosphere. I had no idea, just like everyone else in the world had no idea, that it would be so important to the story of my life. My accounts over the next few days, like so many other accounts, captured the fear and anger and sadness and confusion and the entire spectrum of feelings that we all went through at one point or another as we tried to wrap our heads around what had just happened to our world.
As someone who had rarely let herself be affected by the world around her with the exception of rare events here and there, this was huge.
My adopted city - the center of the universe, as far as I saw it (and still see it) - had been damaged. Attacked. The world's most recognized skyline had been irreparably marred.
But somehow, through my words, I coped. We all found our ways.
And now I have my own piece of history...my own personal account of what I went through that day and that month and all the time since then.
So as much as I've complained that some people have taken remembering too far and that everyone needs to move on, I'll admit that I myself will never forget. No one ever will. It is our past, it has shaped how we live today, and it will carry into the future.
Last year I went down to the bayshore with some friends and we looked at the columns of light that reached the sky and we took our own moment of silence to reflect and remember. It's hard to be away from my adopted city on today of all days, so let this be my own moment there, as it was this morning as I drove to work under a sky as beautifully blue as it was on that day six years ago.
The loyal readers (all 3 or so of you) may remember that this crazy little project began six years ago on September 10, 2001, when I finally got everything to work and made my first mark on the blogosphere. I had no idea, just like everyone else in the world had no idea, that it would be so important to the story of my life. My accounts over the next few days, like so many other accounts, captured the fear and anger and sadness and confusion and the entire spectrum of feelings that we all went through at one point or another as we tried to wrap our heads around what had just happened to our world.
As someone who had rarely let herself be affected by the world around her with the exception of rare events here and there, this was huge.
My adopted city - the center of the universe, as far as I saw it (and still see it) - had been damaged. Attacked. The world's most recognized skyline had been irreparably marred.
But somehow, through my words, I coped. We all found our ways.
And now I have my own piece of history...my own personal account of what I went through that day and that month and all the time since then.
So as much as I've complained that some people have taken remembering too far and that everyone needs to move on, I'll admit that I myself will never forget. No one ever will. It is our past, it has shaped how we live today, and it will carry into the future.
Last year I went down to the bayshore with some friends and we looked at the columns of light that reached the sky and we took our own moment of silence to reflect and remember. It's hard to be away from my adopted city on today of all days, so let this be my own moment there, as it was this morning as I drove to work under a sky as beautifully blue as it was on that day six years ago.
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And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming - for this wouldn't be my blog as you all know and love it without my rants.
List of things that have pissed me off recently:
And now, what you all really came for: my thoughts on Britney Spears and the ill-fated comeback.
*sigh*
Britney, Britney, Britney. As someone who's few months your junior, I have followed your career with a love-hate type of interest. Yes, I made fun of you when the world found out about your first baby. But remember that I defended you not so long ago after the hair incident. I even rationalized the crotch shots. But Brit, honey, you really let me down on Sunday night. I hadn't tuned in to the MTV VMA's in years...mostly because I was over the age of 18 and therefore my parents money is no good to MTV anymore. And the VMA's suck, for the most part. But I tuned in on Sunday just for you. Not to witness the swan dive of your career, but to ensure that I was a witness to your triumphant comeback.
Why, Britney, why?
You are somebody's mommy! Why did you wear that spangled bikini thing? Why didn't you make sure that you had your lip-synching on point? Why didn't you have better choreography and why didn't you try harder to really perform it? Why?!?
Don't you understand that the world needs you, Britney? (P.S. I'm going to get a little facetious here) I mean, Notre Dame and Michigan are both 0-2. We have rap stars battling over the number one spot for albums instead of boy bands. Senators keep getting caught in gay sex scandals, Barry Bonds has the home run record, and I live more than 75 miles away from the nearest Sonic Drive-In. Don't you see that the universe is out of whack? You were supposed to be what set everything right again! We needed a big Britney comeback! A new and improved Britney Spears! I mean, damn girl, the new single is off the freakin' heezy and you mess it all up with that pathetic excuse for a performance in Vegas!
Honestly...let that Vanessa Hudgens chick be the sweet girl turned slutty girl. You've been there and done that, honey.
Do you still have Madonna's number? She knows a thing or two about reinvention. You can take the boys to a playdate at Madge's house and the two of you can go on a Kabbala retreat and she can give you some pointers.
Hey, I bet even Christina Aguilera would be willing to help...she cleaned up real nice too.
Britney, I'm telling you this simply because in some parallel universe you're a friend and I hate to see friends get shat on.
Britney. Get help. Immediately. It's not too late. Please. The fate of the pop world as we know it is in your hands.
(And guuurrrrllll....get someone to fix that weave! It was hella busted! For shame!)
And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming - for this wouldn't be my blog as you all know and love it without my rants.
List of things that have pissed me off recently:
- The fucking ants. We've cleaned and scrubbed and we keep everything sealed up, but the ants are still around. I hate the bastards. We have discovered that they can't survive more than 24 hours when they are trapped under a glass. So at least we have some form of retribution when we're really pissed off.
- The people in the apartment directly above us play with things that sound like cannonballs and bowling balls. And they let their bratty kid jump off of the furniture and stomp around like an elephant. We've complained to the management office (we went directly upstairs first but they didn't even open the door), and apparently a letter was sent but there has been no change.
- Our apartment complex has a gate that's meant to let residents in and keep unauthorized people out. The call box doesn't work...which means that when the gates are down, the place is really secure...you can't even let guests in. Unfortunately, this causes a backup in the driveway after 7pm as confused people have to back out and make u-turns while residents cut each other off to get into the gate. I was cut off by one such asshole this evening and I was quite pissed off.
And now, what you all really came for: my thoughts on Britney Spears and the ill-fated comeback.
*sigh*
Britney, Britney, Britney. As someone who's few months your junior, I have followed your career with a love-hate type of interest. Yes, I made fun of you when the world found out about your first baby. But remember that I defended you not so long ago after the hair incident. I even rationalized the crotch shots. But Brit, honey, you really let me down on Sunday night. I hadn't tuned in to the MTV VMA's in years...mostly because I was over the age of 18 and therefore my parents money is no good to MTV anymore. And the VMA's suck, for the most part. But I tuned in on Sunday just for you. Not to witness the swan dive of your career, but to ensure that I was a witness to your triumphant comeback.
Why, Britney, why?
You are somebody's mommy! Why did you wear that spangled bikini thing? Why didn't you make sure that you had your lip-synching on point? Why didn't you have better choreography and why didn't you try harder to really perform it? Why?!?
Don't you understand that the world needs you, Britney? (P.S. I'm going to get a little facetious here) I mean, Notre Dame and Michigan are both 0-2. We have rap stars battling over the number one spot for albums instead of boy bands. Senators keep getting caught in gay sex scandals, Barry Bonds has the home run record, and I live more than 75 miles away from the nearest Sonic Drive-In. Don't you see that the universe is out of whack? You were supposed to be what set everything right again! We needed a big Britney comeback! A new and improved Britney Spears! I mean, damn girl, the new single is off the freakin' heezy and you mess it all up with that pathetic excuse for a performance in Vegas!
Honestly...let that Vanessa Hudgens chick be the sweet girl turned slutty girl. You've been there and done that, honey.
Do you still have Madonna's number? She knows a thing or two about reinvention. You can take the boys to a playdate at Madge's house and the two of you can go on a Kabbala retreat and she can give you some pointers.
Hey, I bet even Christina Aguilera would be willing to help...she cleaned up real nice too.
Britney, I'm telling you this simply because in some parallel universe you're a friend and I hate to see friends get shat on.
Britney. Get help. Immediately. It's not too late. Please. The fate of the pop world as we know it is in your hands.
(And guuurrrrllll....get someone to fix that weave! It was hella busted! For shame!)
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