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September 11, 2006

fires and fear

my typical body temperatureAny debate about letting my hair grow out was dispelled this weekend at our first rugby match of the season, played on a typical humid Mid-Atlantic day. It's still too frikkin' hot for any kind of fur or hair, especially when this Cymbalta I'm taking makes me sweat at any temperatures above 60-degrees Farenheit. I could be Mr. Freeze's personal assistant, wear a nice suit and tie in his office freezer and not be phased at all. On Friday while we were watching Stargate, I got up to use Gurl's computer, and happened to point my ass in her face, to which she responded, "Aaaah! Your ass is radiating heat!" My ass is hot. Literally. Anyway, I'm gettin' a buzzcut this week for the rugby season to stay cool. Grrrr.

Oh, and we won! It was a close match but well played. The other team was very nice and fed us well after the match too. It didn't hurt that the majority of them were woofy. This coming weekend the Philly gay team comes down to play, and we will be playing our evil arch-enemies from DC, a humorless Borg-like team whom everyone wants us to beat. We want to beat them badly too. Come watch!

My anaerobic recovery rate is not what it was at the end of spring of course. The first match of the season is always a shock. When I got home from the match I was in bed by 10pm on a Saturday night, not stirring from my rugby-induced coma until 10am the next day. Grampaw needs his regenerative sleep. I must continue to run with Piranha Sean as much as I can. The secondary benefit of running has been that I'm trimming down, and even got a nice compliment from a straight male coworker! While I like some beef on a guy, I don't think I hold it as well as some people do, so I prefer to remain trim.

Today is an ominous day I suppose, but I'm torn between wanting me and the American public to move on, and to make sure we do remember that day, but not be dominated by it either. Fear has been the driving force in a lot of decisions since then, not all of them helpful or beneficial to this country. Those in power have been wielding fear deftly like master illusionists, raising spectres that have little to do with what hurt us on that day. My only hope on this day is that people will learn to ask questions, see through the smoke and mirrors, and through the dust clouds of destruction. We got caught with our pants down once, and now we understand what other countries have to deal with on a regular basis. But we are now more vigilant. But we cannot walk through every day thinking that a plane or chemical attack will hit us at any moment. We can't live that way for long and still remain what makes us special as a nation.

I was working at National Airport at that time, not far from the Pentagon. The shock of that day didn't start to sink in until the following day:

It's after lunch and now my lack of sleep is starting to hit me. I think I finally went to bed around 2am, and then woke up when Bobby had to go to work at 5. I can usually go back to sleep, but I was too wired, and remained so for the rest of the morning. When I got up, I walked the dog and was remarkably fastidious, even though the cleaner was coming.

The Pentagon was still smoking this morning as I crossed over the Potomac from DC into Virginia on the Metro into work. When I went outside for lunch at National airport, I realized the usual background hum of jet engines was absent. I could hear birds and the metro cars from far away.

Posted by jimbo at September 11, 2006 10:05 AM


Buzzcut? with n.1 clippers? or... a high and tigh? You'd looked cool with your head half shaved lol!

Posted by: Paolo Rossi. at September 11, 2006 1:12 PM

On Sept 12th I was commuting to work in Crystal City, on the Blue Line coming from MD. As we crossed the Potomac River, the subway car which was normally quiet got even more silent, as everyone looked over at the smoke rising from the Pentagon as we traveled past.

Posted by: Brendan at September 11, 2006 2:30 PM

Our season hasn't started yet. I hope we win our first as well.


Posted by: Gay Veteran at September 11, 2006 3:07 PM

Yup, #1 clipper fade on the sides. It's still to hot for a wookee like me to stay cool with too much hair.

Posted by: jimbo at September 11, 2006 3:29 PM

I firmly believe that while yes it was a tragic event a horrific event, we do need to move on and not dwell.

Its not healthy to focus on the loss and on the death, instead we should focus on life.

Posted by: Dax at September 11, 2006 9:22 PM

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