I had planned on writing something about this this morning, but th New York Times beat me to it. How do they get in my head so quickly. The quote that is the title of this entry comes from an article in this morning’s paper, as did the photos. For all my far off pals I want you to know that my life was wholly unaffected by yesterday’s blast, which was in fact caused by a faulty steam pipe. I found out about it late at night when I did my evening check in with the Times on my iPhone.
We’ve come a long way as a society in the past 6 years since the attacks. We’re much more on edge than we were before that, and I don’t really think that’s such a bad thing. New York is different though. People seem to forget that, while America was atacked on 9/11, New Yorkers were hit harder than any others. Of course I was living in Richboro at the time, and I haven’t even been here a year, but there is a very different vibe in this town on the subject of terrorism. In most of the country terrorism is a wholly academic concept, to be discussed and considered and feared, but generally in the way that communism was feared in the old days. I know I’m generalziing, but hey, it’s my blog.
I remember discussing the attacks on 9/11 with friends who lived in Seattle. Our perspectives were so divergent because our experiences tht day were more different than I had imagined. I grew up in a ton 15 minutes from Ternton, New Jersey, where one could hop a train and be in Midtown an hour and 20 minutes later. And if you’re making New York money, the half million dollar mansions nearby were a steal compared to Long Island real estate, so many of us had family working in New York. My father worked in Long Island at the time and I remember thinking “what if he had a business lunch downtown”. Meanwhile, my friends on the west coast had a much more detached view of what was happening, recognizing the horror but not realizing it.
This city has seen a lot in th last 6 years, and each and every time something happens, we are forced to believe it is terrorism until someone tells us otherwise. We’re alert, but we haven’t stopped living. And that can’t be bad. I was surprised when I moved here to notice the Israeli concept of “Chofetz Chashud”, or suspicious object, transplanted to daily life. On trips to Israel, guides will usually tell you if you see a bag or a box or package sitting by itself that you should walk to a person and say “Excuse me, is that your bag?” If the answer is no, and no owner can be located, immediately tell an officer and the bomb quad comes in. With the area cleared a little robot detonates the package. I have few friends who’ve lost bags and cameras to that little robot for stupidly leaving their shit behind. Back to NYC, on the subway there is now
an announcement that runs on loop every now and again, saying if you see a suspicious package to tell a police officer. I don’t know if they have a detonator bot yet though. And of course, there’s the NYPD’s anti-terrorism slogan: “If you see something, say something”
I want to be clear that there’s nothing wrong with hearing an explosion and thinking “Oh shit, we’re under attack and I’m going to die.” as many did yesterday. Look at the pictures and you’ll see, the fear was legitimate. I’m simply fascinated by the world we live in and felt like throwing my two cents. And for those of you on the left coast who may not read my favorite ragsheet, the NYTimes and this is the first you’re hearing about it, it is a big deal. Apparently shit was pretty nuts. At least one person died and many were injured. Just read the articles. the use the words “crater”, “spewing” and “hail”. Scary shit in the big apple folks.
I’ll talk about movies another time kids.
