September 19th, 2001


...and checking it twice

Let's see what got accomplished.
(1) Making Carrot Soup. Check.
Approximately 7 quarts made, could probably make that much

(2) Clean the Kitchen. Not once, but twice.

(3) Clean the Bathroom. Didn't happen.

(4) Get the recycling out. Done.

In addition, I made a really good sour cream banana coffee cake (with walnuts and chocolate and cinnamon).

John got the linux box up and running. There's a growing network in the den.

All in all, a very good night.

Baseball tonight.
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    accomplished accomplished

More than that.

I don't get it. This person I know acts as if the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center was done merely to annoy his schedule, interrupting it with moments of silence, crowding people into his way, and messing with his commute.

Let me rephrase that. He doesn't get it.

He doesn't get that silence, in a land as loud and boiterous as ours, is a sign of respect.

He doesn't get that the flag is more than a symbol on a Tommy Hilfiger outfit--it's a symbol of unity, flying it is an act of faith by a nation of people who chose to be here.

He doesn't get that the rubble of the World Trade Center is more than a broken-down building, it's a mass grave for thousands of people, many of which will never be recovered.

Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston are holding benefits. Why mock them? Let them use the skills and talents they have to provide good. Lord knows we saw enough evil unleased last week to last a lifetime....

I just don't get that he doesn't get it.
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I usually don't cry at baseball games....well, as long as Norm Charleton isn't pitching (and often that's more yelling and screaming than crying), but tonight I did.

I almost made it through God Bless America....almost.
The Star Spangled Banner seemed a little more special tonight.
The 7th inning stretch replaced Louie Louie with American the Beautiful....and it worked.

Tonight the Mariners clinched the 2001 American League Western Division Title. And in their post-game celebration again proved themselves a class act. I'm sure the picture will be on the front of the paper tomorrow, and I'll post a link, but tonight I was there.

I was there when a stadium of 45 thousand people went from screaming in celebration to silent reflection.

I was there when Mark McLemore took the American flag and started a procession of his teammates around the bases.

I was there. And I defy anyone to call what I felt jingoism.
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