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Sep. 11th, 2003 02:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violachicSo. What to post? I'm stuck here in this limbo, where its not really Wednesday anymore, but neither is it quite Thursday. I know that Thursday will be full of posts concerning the events of two years ago, and I know I want to talk about it. But I don't want to get maudlin or anything, either- I find that being maudlin about it kind of cheapens it for me.
So I tossed a coin. And instead of landing on "heads" or "tails", it simply rolled away on its edge into a dark corner of the universe. I'll never be able to tell what it said, and therefore I'm doomed to try to sum up my thoughts that straddle the midnight hour. I'll try not to make it too long.
I did spend the day today with two wonderful women. I headed out early so I could lunch with someone who is probably my best and easily my longest-standing friend,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
divalibby76. If you don't know her already, you should. She rocks. We were supposed to experiment with pickled bologna, but that never seemed to happen. I did, though, come home with a new pair of shoes and some homemade bathsalts. Then I met up with love_alone- as you may have gathered from my last post- to hang out. I watched her shop for and purchase a bee-yoo-tee-ful Macintosh G4 laptop and iPod, then we went back to her place to set it up and eat yummy order-in barbeque chicken. Was fun. Just ask her.
Before I moseyed on over to the Apple store, I decided to hop up Boul Mich a few more blocks and check out the vigil/memorial service being held at the Water Tower plaza by the American Friends Service Committee (Quakers, that is). It was a September 11th memorial service, at the same time it was kind of call for peace everywhere. I recognized quite a few people I'd seen at vigils and marches and protests over the last couple years, including an older gentleman I've seen quite a bit out in the suburbs. He's well into his nineties, but the peace and justice arena means so much to him, he'll manage to get anywhere to back it up. Almost two years ago, when the US was on the verge of beginning its Afghanistan campaign, I stood in the freezing rain with him for three hours, holding up a banner. That's dedication to your cause.
So I'm not going to preach politics or religon or anything. I'm not even going to post a poem, like I did last year. But wouldn't it be nice if September 11th was designated International Just Be Nice Day? The rules would be simple: Be nice to someone you wouldn't ordinarily be nice to; try to see something from someone else's point of view, even if you don't agree with it; every time that day you find yourself thinking "that's not my problem", make it your problem; apologize to someone who would benefit from your apology, even if you don't think you are obligated to apologize; forgive someone you don't feel deserves your forgiveness; if you see someone who is upset or stressed or sad, offer to buy them a cup of coffee....
Is it really that hard?
So I tossed a coin. And instead of landing on "heads" or "tails", it simply rolled away on its edge into a dark corner of the universe. I'll never be able to tell what it said, and therefore I'm doomed to try to sum up my thoughts that straddle the midnight hour. I'll try not to make it too long.
I did spend the day today with two wonderful women. I headed out early so I could lunch with someone who is probably my best and easily my longest-standing friend,
divalibby76. If you don't know her already, you should. She rocks. We were supposed to experiment with pickled bologna, but that never seemed to happen. I did, though, come home with a new pair of shoes and some homemade bathsalts. Then I met up with love_alone- as you may have gathered from my last post- to hang out. I watched her shop for and purchase a bee-yoo-tee-ful Macintosh G4 laptop and iPod, then we went back to her place to set it up and eat yummy order-in barbeque chicken. Was fun. Just ask her.Before I moseyed on over to the Apple store, I decided to hop up Boul Mich a few more blocks and check out the vigil/memorial service being held at the Water Tower plaza by the American Friends Service Committee (Quakers, that is). It was a September 11th memorial service, at the same time it was kind of call for peace everywhere. I recognized quite a few people I'd seen at vigils and marches and protests over the last couple years, including an older gentleman I've seen quite a bit out in the suburbs. He's well into his nineties, but the peace and justice arena means so much to him, he'll manage to get anywhere to back it up. Almost two years ago, when the US was on the verge of beginning its Afghanistan campaign, I stood in the freezing rain with him for three hours, holding up a banner. That's dedication to your cause.
So I'm not going to preach politics or religon or anything. I'm not even going to post a poem, like I did last year. But wouldn't it be nice if September 11th was designated International Just Be Nice Day? The rules would be simple: Be nice to someone you wouldn't ordinarily be nice to; try to see something from someone else's point of view, even if you don't agree with it; every time that day you find yourself thinking "that's not my problem", make it your problem; apologize to someone who would benefit from your apology, even if you don't think you are obligated to apologize; forgive someone you don't feel deserves your forgiveness; if you see someone who is upset or stressed or sad, offer to buy them a cup of coffee....
Is it really that hard?
