Five Years...

Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and t.v.s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought Id need so many people

We will never forget, but what is it we are actually remembering?

The government, I think, wants us to remember the anger and the fear, but what I want to remember is the good was exhibited during that time.

The strangers that reached out to each other.
The many anonomous people who did what they could to help out those in pain or sorrow.
The police and fireman who did their duty, because it was their duty, and died for it.
The goodwill of people throughout the world who grieved with us.

Despite the evil we witnessed on 9/11/2001, we also had the opportunity to see the goodness people have within themselves. We may have seen the devil in the smoke of the towers, but we saw God in the actions of many, many people.

And that's what I'm going to remember.

Five Years...

Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and t.v.s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought Id need so many people

We will never forget, but what is it we are actually remembering?

The government, I think, wants us to remember the anger and the fear, but what I want to remember is the good was exhibited during that time.

The strangers that reached out to each other.
The many anonomous people who did what they could to help out those in pain or sorrow.
The police and fireman who did their duty, because it was their duty, and died for it.
The goodwill of people throughout the world who grieved with us.

Despite the evil we witnessed on 9/11/2001, we also had the opportunity to see the goodness people have within themselves. We may have seen the devil in the smoke of the towers, but we saw God in the actions of many, many people.

And that's what I'm going to remember.

Weirdest toy ever

So, I posted what I felt was a totally brilliant and insightful comment on 9/11, complete with David Bowie lyrics, and only got one comment.

I think I am the type that ought to stick to frivolous things.

Things like this.

Charlie got the weirdest freaking toy for his birthday. It is called 20Q and it is this little round computer type thingy that fits in the palm of your hand. It has an LCD readout screen, and buttons that say unknown, no, yes, maybe.

You think of something, and object, whatever, and then it asks you questions, and you answer accordingly.

It gets it right almost every single time. It's creepy, I tells ya. I did 'mailbox' and it got it. It's so weird.

In other news, Charlie starts soccer (aka football) today.

Weirdest toy ever

So, I posted what I felt was a totally brilliant and insightful comment on 9/11, complete with David Bowie lyrics, and only got one comment.

I think I am the type that ought to stick to frivolous things.

Things like this.

Charlie got the weirdest freaking toy for his birthday. It is called 20Q and it is this little round computer type thingy that fits in the palm of your hand. It has an LCD readout screen, and buttons that say unknown, no, yes, maybe.

You think of something, and object, whatever, and then it asks you questions, and you answer accordingly.

It gets it right almost every single time. It's creepy, I tells ya. I did 'mailbox' and it got it. It's so weird.

In other news, Charlie starts soccer (aka football) today.