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I am appalled that folks on Ebay are already selling WTC memorabilia.
fortunately – http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/asection/la-000073609sep12.story?coll=la%2Dnews%2Da%5Fsection
EBay Cancels Auctions of Attack-Related Items
moil / zelig
moil MOIL, intransitive verb:
1. To work with painful effort; to labor; to toil; to drudge.
2. To churn or swirl about continuously.
noun:
1. Toil; hard work; drudgery.
2. Confusion; turmoil.
Moil comes from Middle English moillen, “to soak, to wet,” hence “to soil, to soil one’s hands, to work very hard,” from Old French moillier, “to soften, especially by making wet,” ultimately from Latin mollis, “soft.”
Zelig (ZEL-ig) noun
A chameleon-like person who appears to be present everywhere.
[After Leonard Zelig, hero of the 1983 movie Zelig by Woody Allen.]
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top stories photos. Assorted.
okie, got my game plan. heading to the blood center, then home.
See you kids in a few hours. Peace to you all.
I’m near the FT lauderdale Int’l airport.
Not a bird or plane in the sky…not even the goodyear blimp. very strange. almost unreal.
side note – it’s a tribute to the new servers that LJ can handle this workload…or is everyone on news sites instead?
Red Cross appeals for blood: 1-800-448-3543
A request to all. I just came across something constructive that could be done in the current situation. Possibly the only constructive thing possible for most people.
If you are anywhere on the East Coast, go and give blood. Emergency Rooms all over New England are likely to need it. The blood supply is going to be severely impacted by this I imagine.
I got to work early, and it turns out we’re shutting down. Post office is closed, all the federal buildings we’re connected to is closed.
Nothing to do, so back to the apartment I go, as soon as I polish off this last test. I should be heading back to the house in the next hour or less.
Admiral Yamamoto of the Japanese Navy planned the attack on Pearl Harbor and said after the attack, “I fear all we have done is to wake a sleeping giant.”
I really, really hope that whatever retribution happens is just and well thought out.
I worry for the lives of innocents everywhere…I hope that those that did this are dealt with, and those that had no part are left unharmed.
News sites are hard to get into. some info
I am so glad she didn’t go to work today.
So very, very glad.
I’m so sorry for those people at the pentagon and WTC….
I don’t know what to say, or think.
A prayer or three for the victims and the injured is in order.
Ah, the ‘mat. How delightful. ramble with know real beginning middle or end. I’m just sayin’.
Well, my sweetheart hit the sack early, and I had laundry to do. so… I subjected my duds to a sudsy spin downtown.
There, I met a doppelganger, but a kindly one… he was sam shepherd to my grizzly adams. a fellow man-mountain intent on having an outfit clean enough to go to work in tomorrow. We talked for a little while, finding a common bond in that we were the only ones there that were male, over 20, but under 100 years old, and spoke English instead of a loud, shrill Creole or drunken Spanish singing. A rambunctious, cross-cultural, multi-aged cacophony, to be sure.
A little back story, first. This is the same laundry where this happened, nearly a year ago. since then, I’ve been primarily going to the other one, by the chit-chat lounge, because that’s right next to the bakery… and fresh baked goods makes people-watching go by so much more pleasantly. Sadly, since I did my laundry tonight, the bakery was closed, so I opted for the ‘mat of Evil. It wasn’t so bad, but it was rather loud in there… I remember now why I usually do my duds in the morning, on the weekend… far more machines avvailable, and the crowd is still half asleep, rambling through some kind of thorzine shuffle, instead of beer-fueled migrant worker-men and young mothers with rowdy,runner-kids, squealing…. but it makes for an interesting study in people and society.
Tonight I saw –
4 kids playing a weird verion of calvinball involving an uno deck, matchbox cars and a lot of high speed running and screaming, saying somthing about not me! not me!
More paper bags coverin’ beer cans than I have ever seen before. Maybe there’s a public ordinance about boozing it up in the ‘mat? I felt sort of out of place drinking my tasty, tall arizona orangeade (obtained at the beer dispensing gas station across the street)
A cute little girl who was the epitome of “how to be good” sitting on the bench, coloring nicely… strange to see her there, across from all the rowdy grownups, but the parents were close, keeping an eye, fortunately.
I had a fascinating conversation with this big guy (name of Mike, by the way), and we both agreed that it was louder inside than most concerts…chatted about books, got a few reccomendations that I’ll be looking into, and maybe he’ll look into house of leaves and enjoy it.
Head count? about 15 assorted kids, 6 drunk men, myself, mike, 12 women. a mob. I swear.. it sounded like 100…I’m glad that just stepping to the back parking lot quieted it considerably.
I just got a swell postcard from
The picture is of a scuba diver in the sky… 🙂 very nifty. thank you!!