| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- lemon yellow black Back again. Four days in LA. Or something like that. Shopping. Disneyland. Food. But not necessarily in that order. 100 million freaking degrees. While it rained here. Not fair, I say. On the way down, I read to GB from last week�s Newsweek. And we discussed it all and at one point I broke down crying again. Finally somewhere near Bakersfield I threw the magazine in the back of the car. I can�t do this anymore I said trying to brush off feelings of guilt that remind me that at least I have the luxury of �not doing this anymore�. But this was our mini-vacation. Our belated anniversary getaway and when I got to those pages about the victims and the final phone calls, I just couldn�t go any further. And this e-mail from RO best explains � explains it even better because she is actually there. Take away the posters and the acrid smoke and you have my feelings as well � at least in part �It's strange being here right now; I have a strong love of New York and even though I know everyone has been affected by the violence, I feel an odd sense that only people who live here can truly understand. Those who can smell the acrid smoke drifting uptown two weeks later; the countless missing posters on every street corner and on the subway walls that makes your heart clench every time you see them. I continue to watch the news whenever I have the stomach for it, but keep it muted; just watching the scrolling headlines for the latest but tuning out the talking heads. Work continues as normal for the most part; the changes are slight: when you ask how someone's weekend went, the answer is always a somber "as well as can be expected." I read all the magazines that are delivered to my desk, and so have too many images of death or saddened figures that sometimes find their way into my dreams (had to get up early this Saturday morning because I had America the Beautiful playing over and over in my head, thanks to the telethon the night before). I had to put down the New Yorker this weekend, having gotten to the umpteenth description of bodies falling from the sky; I practically threw the magazine across the room and said enough. That's the main thing that gets to me: the casual talk of people jumping� OK and that is all I�ll say � for now. Only LA celebrity sighting: Johnny Knoxville of MTV�s Jackass at Fred�s 62 Diner in Silverlake. Not doing anything remotely Jackass-y much to GB�s disappointment. Disneyland: Pirates of the Caribbean (twice). Indiana Jones (twice). Space Mountain. Splash Mountain. It�s a Small World (and it�s a small world indeed, one of my bosses here claims that his cousins wrote that song). Hardly any vegetarian food. Getting felt up by Pluto. Or is it just me that that friendly pat on the back went on a bit too long? Hot. Hot. Hot. I guess the best part was the fact that we hardly spent any of our own money this weekend. Hotel was paid for. P and J sent us money. Free D-land tix from GB's boss. I mean, literally, I think we spent $50 of our own cash ...not bad at all.... I think I have many more thoughts running through my head right now but I can�t figure out what they are � something about not getting home until 11 last night and then struggling to sleep while my cat demanded attention. So, perhaps, most likely, more thoughts later. NP: Jets to Brazil: �Orange Rhyming Dictionary�/�Resistance is Futile�. ***************************** fuck fuck fuck update: i just got off the phone with GB. Just got out of a meeting. They will probably find out this week whether the company will be sold or merged. The deal is -if it is -it is looking more and more as if GB's dept. won't be included in the deal. Meaning, unless he gets an offer to join the new company (highly possible, but still), he'll be out of a job. When? We don't know. We don't know when we'll know these particulars. We won't know that much this week at least. OK, I feel really sick to my stomach right now. breathe.... 2:30 pm - 09.26.01
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