The Day After

It’s 5:00 on the day after and for what seems like the very first time since yesterday morning, the local TV stations have paused long enough to offer a weather report. I’d usually criticize such non-stop attention to one topic (like during the presidential “election” last fall), but I can’t this time…

Now it’s 10:00 and I still don’t know how exactly to react to all this. I don’t think I’m in the minority. I’m having a hard time summoning all the anger that so many other people have demonstrated, although it appears briefly here and there. I’m still more trapped in fear and anxiety about what happens next. And I think I’m still focusing on the horrendous physical tragedy rather than the frightening and even more serious political implications…

And I’m wondering just what makes people so self-righteous and arrogant and callous as to think that their opinion of a country’s policies justifies the brutal murder of thousands, maybe tens of thousands, of random innocent people. And being relieved that most people in the world are not psychotic and therefore don’t have such strong “faith”…

I’m worried about bigots (here and abroad), and about terrorists (the kind who hijack planes and kill people, and the kind who cause panics at gas stations in Oklahoma City), and about the next group which thinks ramming a plane into a building is just a spiffy way to make a point now that you mention it…

Words fail me. Maybe some random thoughts while I continue trying to figure out how I’m reacting to the past two days:

  • I still can’t call New York City, although I have received one call FROM there.
  • San Francisco buses and the stores are eerily quiet. If you’ve ever ridden a 14-Mission bus, you’ll know that it’s usually not a particularly peaceful experience, but it was last night.
  • By lunchtime, it was almost impossible to buy a newspaper here.

And on TV coverage, while I’m at it:

  • ABC is far and away doing the best live coverage of the broadcast networks, while CBS seems to have the best taped reports. CNN seems to have the edge over MSNBC on cable.
  • You knew this was something big when MTV and VH-1 replaced their programming yesterday with a feed from New York City’s CBS station (but not from the network itself, oddly enough).
  • Where did Fox dig up their news crew? Could they possibly send them back to whichever small town talk radio station they came from in exchange for some real journalists?
  • At what point did Dan Rather surrender all his dignity and credibility to Peter Jennings and become so jarringly painful to watch?

Evening

I love my mom for emailing and saying this, among other things: “It is unthinkable to me that so much horror is caused in the name of religion.”

I can’t watch the news anymore. I have to stop.

Mid-morning

It’s creepy even in San Francisco. People on the street look troubled, the McDonald’s on Bryant next to the police station is almost deserted, and downtown is supposedly shutting down for the day…

And still CalTrans keeps pouding those fucking pile drivers for the freeway retrofit. The backdrop to the horrifying news is a constant loud pounding sound which makes my building vibrate each time. What the hell are those idiots thinking?

And my god, what must it be like in New York. I’ve had a couple of pieces of email, but I can’t get a phone call through right now…

Firsthand sightings at Ultrasparky and Andy’s Chest

Jesus…

My God. I wake up at 7:30, hear sirens, read a quick email message from a friend in New York telling me that two planes have flown into the World Trade Center, turn on the news, and realize that the whole country has gone insane.

What the fuck is going on?

Neighbors

I met one of my neighbors today. Not one of the ever-ephemeral loft dwellers across the street, but the gentleman right around the corner. The one who’s been here 70 years. In this neighborhood. In the same building. In fact, one of his kids once lived in my buidling…

What must it be like for a man to have watched all the changes South of Market since the 1930s, and from the very midst of the neighborhood yet? There can’t be too many others around. With only nine years under my belt I feel like I’ve been living here longer than a good chunk of my neighbors…

I think I may have to talk to him more often. Besides, I fell in love with his dog…

Anyway, it’s hotter than hell in my apartment and I can’t open my windows because of the painters. The whole building’s turning a rather putrid shade of Pepto-Bismol pink, but that’s apparently just the primer. I’m glad it’s eventually going away, although I must say it’s very soothing to the stomach…

BerkeleyBreathed.com on the monitor and Young Frankestein on the TV, which now has much-enhanced audio…