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2002-09-11 | 6:40 p.m.

corduroy licorice was ruthless. ruth told him that they were breaking up and to never call again.

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it's been great reading all the different diarylanders' entries today...each powerful in its own way.

a year ago today i heard the phone ring before my morning alarm. i was roused, but not enough to climb out of bed. it was my nyc homie telling me she was OK. when i played the message post-shower, the background noises behind her voice sounded chaotic. a subway accident maybe? hmmm. then i climbed in my car. i was listening to a pre-recorded howard stern and his team as they reported and commented on what was happening as it was happening. it was too chilling and horrifying to believe. people at work moved around like robots. sniffing and shuffling and shocked.

this year they replayed last year's howard stern broadcast and it was fascinating to re-hear their confusion, their theories, their emotions of the moment. of course, i cried again just like i did last year for the innocent lives stolen in such an unspeakable way.

during my lunch break, i heard on the radio that one eight-year-old boy was heartbroken last year when his birthday was turned into what he called "a day of death." to help comfort him, a friend of his parents wrote him a letter suggesting that the boy think of it as a "day of decision" instead. a day for each person to decide how they would live the rest of their lives and how they would try to make a difference in the world.

"without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. the sleeper must awaken."
- frank herbert

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take a peek at these - (c) 2000-2003 nictate:

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moving house
2004-11-19

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2004-11-17

catcher in the wry
2004-11-16