A pink elephant.
Okay, I wasn't gonna be one of those people who have journals and they chime in their two sense about the whole thing, but I kinda can't help it. It really bothers me.
Duh.
But really, this really bothers me.
The only tragedy that came close previously for "our generation" was the space shuttle explosion. And even that... Do you notice that for our generation, it all comes down to vehicles?
I'm having trouble sleeping. I mean, REALLY having trouble sleeping. The last two days I got about three hours. It's weird. I can't turn my brain off. A lot of the journals I've read mentions people who can barely concentrate on anything but me on the other hand, I can't stop. I've been sending out resumes, doing bills, cleaning... If it wasn't for my lack of sleep, I'd go to workout but I might drop a dumbbell on my foot. As an early birthday present, I was given a digital camera and I've been furiously documenting stuff lately.
I also sent off a spec article and they took it. With all of this, it is my firm belief that people really need something positive, something light, something to just get their mind off this. That's the only way I can really give back to the world I guess. Keep people's mind off their lives for just a few minutes.
But in my ambition, I took another book review. Book reviews with deadlines around Vegas trips are notoriously bad for me.
Besides Camel Girl, I seem to be handling this the worse. No one else's sleeping patterns seem to be disturbed, although maybe no one is fessing up about it too. Momi Goodness seems to be disturbed but then, she's also ridiculously happy with Internet Guy #6. Grrl was buzzing around warning us to keep our gas tanks full.
In one of those pop culturally interesting ways, this is going to be very interesting to see what kind of art "our generation" produces. The people within our age bracket are probably the most spoiledly cynical and "self aware" ever. Hopefully, the product will be tinged with optimism.
Friday, September 14, 2001, 5:37am
Finally managed to get some sleep. Worked legs at the gym. Read a bit more of The Amazing Adventures Of Kavalier And Clay. It's kinda interesting that I chose to start reading it last week. It's about these two Jewish kids who create a comic book character as their reaction to Hitler and the war. Their superhero creation is their idea of hope, he can save the world and beat Hitler into a pulp. At one point one of the kids, who still has family trapped in Prague, says, "I wish he was real."
God, this has to be the most depressing of all my birthdays. Usually on my birthday I try and figure out what I want to accomplish for myself for the coming year. This year, I think I'd just like to be of use somehow. That's probably the best way to give something back to society and such.
I don't have a movie to review. This is actually a first. But it's really interesting how the industry will be affected. My worst fear though: Touched By An Angel: The Movie is gonna suddenly get green-lighted.