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I had to travel today. It always makes me nervous to fly on my birthday; it seems like tempting fate or something. I imagine future generations staring at my tombstone and noting that the start and end dates are the same. Morbid, I know. I suppose I shouldn't think about it. The woman who read my palm a few years ago said I would live to be 85, so I guess I'm safe.
In a continuing theme, my roommate called me to give me some sad news while I was in the taxi to my hotel. There is a building about a mile from my house that we always refer to as The Crack House, because, well, we're pretty sure that's what it is. It's on the edge of a dodgy neighborhood, and is very run-down. Despite the fact that it has no electricity, people are lined up outside of it day and night. Scott called to let me know that Moya, a girl who had worked in the leasing office of our apartment, and her boyfriend, the son of the woman who manages our apartment complex, had been found there, shot to death. I feel sad for her family, and for Tina, his mom. I didn't know Moya extremely well, and I think I met her boyfriend once, but she was a sweet girl who always said hello and wanted to know where I'd been lately, and I've never known anyone who was murdered. I hope she wasn't scared, I hope it was quick, that death came easily to her.
If it comes easy to any of us.
In a continuing theme, my roommate called me to give me some sad news while I was in the taxi to my hotel. There is a building about a mile from my house that we always refer to as The Crack House, because, well, we're pretty sure that's what it is. It's on the edge of a dodgy neighborhood, and is very run-down. Despite the fact that it has no electricity, people are lined up outside of it day and night. Scott called to let me know that Moya, a girl who had worked in the leasing office of our apartment, and her boyfriend, the son of the woman who manages our apartment complex, had been found there, shot to death. I feel sad for her family, and for Tina, his mom. I didn't know Moya extremely well, and I think I met her boyfriend once, but she was a sweet girl who always said hello and wanted to know where I'd been lately, and I've never known anyone who was murdered. I hope she wasn't scared, I hope it was quick, that death came easily to her.
If it comes easy to any of us.
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Date: 2003-08-26 03:40 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday to you!
I'm sorry to hear about your acquaintence. It is extremely unsettling when senseless violence strikes so close to home.
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Date: 2003-08-26 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-26 09:08 pm (UTC)I'm sorry you had such terrible news. What an awful, senseless tragedy. I would hope that at the very least that something would be done to bulldoze this dangerous building...but so sad that it usually takes something this terrible to make that come about.
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Date: 2003-08-27 04:49 am (UTC)Bulldozing the building wouldn't do much good, I'm afraid. They'd only move somewhere else. I guess I'm kind of fatalistic about this sort of thing.
In a brighter note, if you have time to talk beta, I'm around all this week and next.
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Date: 2003-08-27 09:47 am (UTC)As for the birthday flying, bummer you had to spend your day traveling, but the tombstone thing made me smile....sorry if that sounds flip, but I like the way you think. :-)
I saw your State of the Union from the other day -- maybe your brain is working on something in the background, keeping you distracted. At least I've noticed that's what happens to me.
Hope you're having a good trip, wherever you are! (where are you? *g*)
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Date: 2003-08-28 02:56 pm (UTC)You're probably right about the background thing. One of my favorite parts of Joe Egg is when Brian calls Sheila a "truly integrated person" - I think I work like that too. If I'm not happy in one area of life, it bleeds into all the others.
Oh, and I'm in NYC... I feel bad cuz I didn't try to get in touch with anyone here but I'm not great company lately. Thought I'd contain the grouch. *g*