"Between 7 pm and 7:40 pm, the National Weather Service issued separate tornado warnings for north-central Fairfield County, southern Litchfield County and northern New Haven County." And we - myself, Sheila, my mother, the two dogs Petie and Marty, and the two cats, Macguyver and Winnie - were all in our cellar, waiting it out. What a sight we must have been, since we live on the second floor and have to go outside in order to get into the cellar. And poor Winnie - she's so ornary, I had to stuff her into a duffel bag, zip it up and run out and downstairs before she figured out how to get out of it (which she almost did!). The storm was pretty fierce, and things were a little scary for about 10 mintues there, but mostly we were just laughing our asses off.
Pakistan's President Musharraf assures the world that the current conflict between his country and India will not escalate to full out nuclear war. I feel somewhat reassured. I was reading some of the news stories about this yesterday and I couldn't even write about it, it frightened me so. That level of mass destruction and loss of humanity is beyond my ability to comprehend it. If I think about it too much, I can literally feel the panic begin to settle in, and then my mind just shuts down, a defense mechanism. I think a lot of that is a result of growing up when I did, before the Wall came down and relations between ourselves and the Soviet Union (the only other real nuclear threat at the time) thawed. Now, with the proliferation of nuclear weapon technology wider than ever (and in the hands of countries that are not particular friends of ours), the old fears are starting to awaken.
Brand new college graduate Steven Spielberg finally gets his degree in filmmaking. Hmm, I wonder what the chances were of him failing? And imagine the poor professor who had to grade his projects and papers!
Seriously, though, props to Mr. Spielberg for going back and finishing what he started, when he clearly didn't have to.
I think our sense of imperviousness as a nation, our naivete, and a false sense of security are as much to blame as any one individual. As much as I prefer that false sense of security and complacency, I bet that if there was the same level of high paranoia in the intelligence community as there was during the Cold War, the attacks would indeed have been prevented. I don't think the CIA and FBI should return to the tactics of the Cold War era (Christ, the CIA is largely responsible for creating the likes of Osama bin Laden, Noriega, etc.), but there has to be a middle-ground somewhere.
At last, after years of mediocre gardening success and the senseless death of many otherwise perfectly healthy plants, my hard work has paid off. You've heard of Kentucky bluegrass? Crabgrass? Well, feast your eyes on the new variety I've managed to cultivate:
Been a while since I visited the Boyz. You can find their most recent Invisibles quiz here. (6 out of 8!)
They also have a new contest, Author! Author!, wherein they've taken the heads of famous authors and inserted them into a still from a movie based on their work. Sort of frightening, but funny, too.
"I was aware of Ronald's body behind me, but it was a comfort not to be sitting at his side. Some people taking
watch beside the dead find their presence companionable, but I didn't feel that, not with Ronald. All I felt was
a great sadness. It wasn't for that poor boy, it wasn't even for Charlie or Mike or myself. It was a universal
sadness which seemed to permeate everything round me, the fresh breeze against my cheek, the sky where there were a few
massed clouds moving almost deliberately, it seemed, across the blue, and the sea itself. I found myself thinking
of all the people who had lived and died on this coast, and of the bones lying a mile out under the waves in the
great churchyards. Their lives must have mattered at the time to themselves and the people who cared about them,
but now they were dead and it would been just the same if they had never lived. In a hundred years no one will
remember Charlie, Mike or me. All our lives are as insignificant as a grain of sand. My mind felt emptied, even
of sadness. Instead, gazing out to sea, accepting in the end that nothing really matters and that all we have is
the present moment to endure or enjoy, I felt at peace."