- 17 may
2004 -
One of the reasons I took
a year off was to try to figure out what was going on inside my head
because of that one huge event.
It
happened almost three years ago and I still can’t talk about it
without emotion or be certain about how it has affected me. My friend
and his wife were among the first to die. They must’ve gone through
unimaginable horror before AA Flight 11 crumpled into the first tower
that morning. They were up front. First class. A Writers Guild benefit
won years ago at the bargaining table enabled them to be delivered first
and instantaneously into flame and glass and metal and dust. My friends
were murdered. I am changed.
I still can't articulate
the feelings I have. They seem to be about 30% sadness and 70%
anger but with a lot of other stuff mixed in. And these days the
list of who deserves shock and awe is growing larger and nearer.
Why does this not surprise me.
Another reason I took a
year off was to learn some particular defensive skills. It wasn't
cheap but it was worth it. And it turns out that I'm damned good
at it.
The skills were necessary
because I also built a corporation around photography, and my type of
photography requires going to dangerous places at night with valuable
equipment dangling off me. After I have made the last tweaks to
this beast I will tell you its name and URL and all that kinda stuff.
So, yeah, a lot has
happened, a lot hasn't happened, and 'round and 'round we go, where we
stop we just don't know.
It's good to be
back. I have much more to say and less time than ever to say
it. But life is way lots more bigtime thrilling than it used to
be, and that's the way I likes it.
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