Saturday, September 15, 2001

Added comments using Reblogger so testing it out now. Thanks to Vaya!

Friday, September 14, 2001

By Ian McEwan, the writer of Amsterdam.
Only love and then oblivion. Love was all they had to set against their murderers

Now we know the last things you'll say.
Yet another disgusting news piece.

Rubbing the dust and tears from his eyes, he watched in shock as dozens of people snapped photographs of the devastation and snatched chunks of rubble.
"I didn't understand what they were doing until I asked one man," said Jacobs, 42, a financial analyst. "He told me that he wanted to sell the stuff on EBay. I couldn't believe it. It made me so angry, I slugged him."

Good slug. I would have done the same.
Using quicken has been painful past few days because I've been spending far too much. Really have to cut down and today there's the cleaning fee for the camera due. Mega ouch.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
- WB Yeat, The Stolen Child

And also the verse that the movie AI used of course. It's a movie I can't love for its draggy ending, but I can't abhor it either. The images aren't as spectacular as I thought they would be, and Spielberg lacks Kubrick's desire to be ambiguous, but it's nonetheless watchable..
Received my copy of the 1000 journals project, to my surprise. (No already decided who to pass to so don't ask.) Mine is volume #528, so you can keep track of what's inside. Call it a one-off communal low-tech blog if you wish.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001

Looking at Times Square using Nasdaq's live Webcam. All one can see is an American flag and some blurred text.
Good and rational article on the effects of retaliating. America is very, very angry, but it shouldn't strike out irrationally.
So what happens now? Fucking New Paper had to run a pic of a guy falling in mid-air. Only they would have the bad taste to put it on the front page to sell a few more copies of their rag sheet. Disgusting.
This much madness is too much sorrow.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

This is the beginning of a new age. Terrorism of this scale has never happened before. Like the dropping of the nuclear bombs, it augurs another era of fear. Very very scary.
You wake up in the morning and wonder what you'll be seeing. More victims? More attacks? I was first made aware by some guy clambering on the bus on his handphone, talking about some plane crashing into WTC. I couldn't believe it until the news on TV Mobile came on.
So how many SMSes did you receive about the New York WTC terrorist attacks?

Monday, September 10, 2001

Sunday, September 09, 2001

''Twelve months from now, I may look back and say this was a mistake. What if I never get another good job? I wish I knew what was going to happen next, but I don't. My sister says that I'm overthinking everything. She told me to imagine myself in 50 years. At that point in my life, she said, this job is going to be a sentence. And it will start, 'In the early part of my career,' and then a few words and a period. And then there will be 14 paragraphs about what I really did with my life. I thought that was a very good way to think about it.''
- Extract from a New York Times Magazine article about an exit interview
Funny thing when sending Ros off was the number of guys around, including Trjs and me. Talk about awkward. We hung outside Starbucks while her family ordered some coffee. I wonder what her mom must have thought.
Freaking busy weekend. Get together at my place, sending off Ros at the airport at 3 am, meeting mom and bro at 9:30 at Killeney Road, discussion with a bunch of animators at 3 pm. Thankfully some time at night for myself. Too bad I didn't hit the pool. Feel guilty about it. Hopefully next weekend will be better.