FedEx is the bomb, yo (note use of the rather than da).
My pretty new computer, with 900 MHz (anything more would be a power guzzler), dvd-cdrw, 19" monitor and free printer left Dell at 6:43 p.m. yesterday and arrived at my house at noon today. Woo ha.
Now, as long as my roommate had the dsl fixed, I can start updating more regularly.
Friday, September 28, 2001
Friday, September 21, 2001
A lot of things have shocked me during the past few days:
1. I've neglected this site for so long.
2. Bush's address last night impressed me and left me feeling positive - and he didn't even flub a multisyllabic word.
3. Despite the life-altering attack, my friends and I still find ways to be extremeley petty and lack perspective.
4. Last night was only the second time I'd been to the beach since I moved to my house on the 7th.
5. People keep talking about returning to normal. Look what normal brought us.
6. I care very little about the blogging community.
Well, maybe that last one's not so shocking. There are a lot of people who are doing wonderful jobs gathering important news and commentary, but I just can't be one of them. Whenever something like this happens I find myself on the fence, part of me wanting to immerse myself in information and another part wanting to avoid getting sucked in and paranoid. An "expert" on terrorism who was on NPR the other day mentioned how people in Lebanon largely fell into two categories: survivor and thriver. The former is all about ingesting so much information and harping on the negatives until you become constantly paranoid and live your life ruled by fear. Thrivers take in necessary information, but are rational enough to live life as close to normal as possible. We need to thrive.
1. I've neglected this site for so long.
2. Bush's address last night impressed me and left me feeling positive - and he didn't even flub a multisyllabic word.
3. Despite the life-altering attack, my friends and I still find ways to be extremeley petty and lack perspective.
4. Last night was only the second time I'd been to the beach since I moved to my house on the 7th.
5. People keep talking about returning to normal. Look what normal brought us.
6. I care very little about the blogging community.
Well, maybe that last one's not so shocking. There are a lot of people who are doing wonderful jobs gathering important news and commentary, but I just can't be one of them. Whenever something like this happens I find myself on the fence, part of me wanting to immerse myself in information and another part wanting to avoid getting sucked in and paranoid. An "expert" on terrorism who was on NPR the other day mentioned how people in Lebanon largely fell into two categories: survivor and thriver. The former is all about ingesting so much information and harping on the negatives until you become constantly paranoid and live your life ruled by fear. Thrivers take in necessary information, but are rational enough to live life as close to normal as possible. We need to thrive.
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
I've been away from the Internet for a few days and I'm glad. I can barely bring myself to check other blogs or Web sites based in the NYC area. I have nothing thoughtful or eloquent to add to the constant analysis, commentary and news being overconsumed by TV viewers. All I know is that my entire family and most of my friends live less than 25 miles away from Manhattan and this scares me more than people know. I have pictures somewhere on this Web site of the skyline I stared at so many times, the city I've always considered my home. Everyone keeps saying that New York and this country will never be the same and they're right. It's not even about security on airplanes (And, please, would someone in the media put some pressure on the airports for dropping the ball in a big way?), it's about walking down the street without looking over our collective shoulder.
Tales of my trips to the Grand Canyon and LA seem so trivial right now. If anything, this incident (tragedy has been used to death, despite it's accuracy) could force us to concentrate less on the petty bullshit that clogs our days.
Tales of my trips to the Grand Canyon and LA seem so trivial right now. If anything, this incident (tragedy has been used to death, despite it's accuracy) could force us to concentrate less on the petty bullshit that clogs our days.
Monday, September 3, 2001
Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2001 17:11:12 -0700
From: Tracy DeGroat <>
To: Ben <>
Subject: Re: oh
Ben, could you post this on my blog. Thanks.
Love you.
Notes from the Palm.
Crazy Places:
Versailles, OH
Brazil, IN
Paris, IL
Pocahontas, IL
Mexico, MO
Drinking in Ohio w/ Andrea and Paul. Spent way too much fucking money.
In PA, saw a retarded a siqn pointing out the highest elevation on route 80 east of the Mississippi.
Old Spaghetti Factory - St. Louis (and Oakland)
Nebraska and a lot of this part of the west is whiter than I thought. One Mexican dude. But lots of the gay in the cute Haymarket area.
75 mph in NE - because its barren.
Nebraska is so my favorite midwestern state now. The people are so cute. But once you get past Lincoln all of the towns seem to be built around the interstate. Fast food nation, yo.
There are so many insect carcasses on the windshield, mirrors and front of the car, it's unbelievable. Red splotches, too. Who knew insects had real red blood?
Preserving open space is such a hot-button issue in N.J., but it's amazing how open the West is.
It's definitely better visiting a place if you have family or friends.
Colorado - scary latin with an insane mullet. Denver is a pretty big city, but it is surrounded by so much open space. Colorado is so cool because the topography is so varied. We saw corn and wheat fields, huge mountains, the red rocks, the New Mexico-like rocks in the Garden of the Gods and even lush forrest.
My uncle lives in a gorgeous open house on a hill overlooking the little main street in Morrison. You can see the Red Rocks from his deck - gorgeous. We hiked there this morning and it was overwhelming.
One guy at my Uncle's bbq had the tightest jeans I've ever seen. You could see everything. Seriously looked like a roll of quarters.
OMG - first traffic in five days here in desolate New Mexico. A truck towing a Uhaul-type trailor bit the big one - personal belonginqs all over the road.
From: Tracy DeGroat <>
To: Ben <>
Subject: Re: oh
Ben, could you post this on my blog. Thanks.
Love you.
Notes from the Palm.
Crazy Places:
Versailles, OH
Brazil, IN
Paris, IL
Pocahontas, IL
Mexico, MO
Drinking in Ohio w/ Andrea and Paul. Spent way too much fucking money.
In PA, saw a retarded a siqn pointing out the highest elevation on route 80 east of the Mississippi.
Old Spaghetti Factory - St. Louis (and Oakland)
Nebraska and a lot of this part of the west is whiter than I thought. One Mexican dude. But lots of the gay in the cute Haymarket area.
75 mph in NE - because its barren.
Nebraska is so my favorite midwestern state now. The people are so cute. But once you get past Lincoln all of the towns seem to be built around the interstate. Fast food nation, yo.
There are so many insect carcasses on the windshield, mirrors and front of the car, it's unbelievable. Red splotches, too. Who knew insects had real red blood?
Preserving open space is such a hot-button issue in N.J., but it's amazing how open the West is.
It's definitely better visiting a place if you have family or friends.
Colorado - scary latin with an insane mullet. Denver is a pretty big city, but it is surrounded by so much open space. Colorado is so cool because the topography is so varied. We saw corn and wheat fields, huge mountains, the red rocks, the New Mexico-like rocks in the Garden of the Gods and even lush forrest.
My uncle lives in a gorgeous open house on a hill overlooking the little main street in Morrison. You can see the Red Rocks from his deck - gorgeous. We hiked there this morning and it was overwhelming.
One guy at my Uncle's bbq had the tightest jeans I've ever seen. You could see everything. Seriously looked like a roll of quarters.
OMG - first traffic in five days here in desolate New Mexico. A truck towing a Uhaul-type trailor bit the big one - personal belonginqs all over the road.
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