tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17909332.post8811722708339677538..comments2023-03-26T09:56:57.546-04:00Comments on A Work in Blogress: Thoughts about thoughtsBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03833043354481429783noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17909332.post-62598634465121733832007-09-12T09:49:00.000-04:002007-09-12T09:49:00.000-04:00beach bum - Thanks; that's pretty much exactly wha...beach bum - Thanks; that's pretty much exactly what I'm talking about. But then, we've gotten more or less constant reminders since, whether or not we'd rather they were tucked away in a drawer.<BR/><BR/>gn - Yeah. I figure it's related to the time-slowing-down under stress as well. Some kind of defense mechanism, maybeBrianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03833043354481429783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17909332.post-86978169332362485582007-09-12T00:08:00.000-04:002007-09-12T00:08:00.000-04:00Wow, that's crazy he thought of that. It's funny h...Wow, that's crazy he thought of that. It's funny how we can be very calm and practical in the face of unimaginable trauma.NAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09298137120485529847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17909332.post-12295749902015186672007-09-11T17:12:00.000-04:002007-09-11T17:12:00.000-04:00I still don't like seeing images and reading about...I still don't like seeing images and reading about it. But somehow today it brings a bit of comfort hearing from other people that day and their stories. Probably because it helps me forget my own. <BR/><BR/>The sad sad thing? When I looked up coming out of the subway and the first building was covered in smoke my first thought was "damn, I can't believe I forgot my camera at home" -- not because I really wanted to take pictures, but it was a historic moment, I was experiencing it, and I wish I had a reminder, even if tucked away in a drawer somewhere.Beach Bumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12240402370974755543noreply@blogger.com