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I note that In a few days it'll be 20 years since the horrible events of September 11th 2001. In a previous generation, people would ask each other "Where were you when Kennedy was assassinated?", or for another generation "Where were you John Lennon was assassinated?" People my age can ask each other "Where were you on 9/11?"

For the record, let me tell you where I was.

It was September 12th in my timezone. On the evening of our Tuesday September 11th, I called it a night and turned off broadcast television about 10.15PM. Had I stayed awake some 15 more minutes, I might have witnessed the events in real time - every channel in Australia cut to coverage almost immediately. As it was, I got up on the the morning of Sept 12th, and my housemate turned on the television. The first images I saw was a loop of two people being interviewed in front of the burning north town of the World Trade Center, just as the second plane hit the south tower. I can still remember how they ducked in shock.

I said "What film is this from?"
Rebecca (my housemate) said "It's not a film, this happened last night."
"What's happened to the World Trade Center?"
"It's gone, they've collapsed."
I paused and said "There's going to be a war."



I also assumed immediately that it was Al-Qaeda, because they had tried before, back in 1993. That time they only managed to damage the basement, and were only caught because one of the stupider plotters tried to claim his deposit back on the rented van they'd packed the explosives into.

At the time, my sister, who works in international aid, was based in Indonesia. I made at least one panicked phone call to her to check she was alright, in part because unfounded reports from around the world suggested all sorts of related events were taking place. Including air raids in Afghanistan.

Happily, despite knowing a lot of keen travellers and ex-pats, no one I know was caught up directly in the destruction. But a friend of a friend died when the towers collapsed. Because just about every city has at least a handful of Australian's in it.

For more than a week, everything stopped. The FAA ordered every plane in the air in the US or approaching the US to land at the nearest airport. Sporting events and any event of any size were cancelled. We watched as many of the other towers at the World Trade Center collapsed, and then watched as they combed the extraordinarily mangled piles of debris looking for survivors. US Air Force fighter jets patrolled the skies over New York. I still remember a photograph of an African-American man, in a suit and carrying a briefcase, walking through a swirling cloud of dusk and sheets of paper, covered from head to foot in grey dust. For about ten days every television channel in Australia was rebroadcasting American news services. Remember, these are days when we still got news largely from the radio, TV and newspapers. Indeed, somewhere I have a copy of The Age reporting the attacks.

Across the world, there was an extraordinary wave of sympathy towards the United States.

And then what happened... the United States, being the United States and at the time run by neo-cons and cold war warriors, lashed out at the nations it felt were responsible. Within a month they were bombing Afghanistan, and flying in troops, starting a war that was ill-advised and ended in defeat, at least from the US's point of view, only a few weeks ago. It could be argued that Afghanistan was a haven for terrorists, being in turmoil and almost ungoverned. But the US didn't learn from the Soviet Union's pointless war there in the 80's, and thought that if it they just used enough planes and bombs they'd succeed...

The world's empathy was strained to put it mildly.

And then they blundered into another war of choice by invading Iraq.

To quote Senator Robert Byrd at the time:
 

"Anti-Americanism based on mistrust, misinformation, suspicion, and alarming rhetoric from U.S. leaders is fracturing the once solid alliance against global terrorism which existed after September 11."

and:

"This Administration has turned the patient art of diplomacy into threats, labelling, and name calling of the sort that reflects quite poorly on the intelligence and sensitivity of our leaders, and which will have consequences for years to come."

And indeed here were are, years later, long after Byrd was laid in his grave, suffering the consequences...

I didn't make it to New York until 2009, by which time the World Trade Center site was cleaned up and was largely a construction site.

World Trade Center Site looking east

I loved New York, what an amazing city. Vibrant, multicultural, fascinating. But also a centre of world finance - I was there for the galleries, but it's also the home of Wall Street. If you had to think of a symbolic heart of a nation you hated, the twin towers make sense as a target. But I was retrospectively furious. How dare anyone kill innocent people from all over the world - including many Muslims - in this amazing city? You could argue that the Pentagon and the White house are military targets (in fact the British burned the White House in 1814), but not New York. Not the city which houses the headquarters of the United Nations. Not the birthplace of Rap, Abstract Expressionism and so so many bands. Not the home town of Lou Reed, Basquiat, and thousands of other amazing people. Not the de-facto capital of the world. How dare anyone attack a city like that.

I guess the dust is still settling....

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Hey all, in a effort to get on to live journal more, I'm trying out an iPhone app. Must remember this is not Twitter, and not to use # and @ tags :-)

So let us see if this test works. Journaling with one thumb in a pain, so these entries will bd mercifully short.

I'm on a stinking hot train heading home. Working again tomorrow because I used up all my leave in May through July on my trip around the world.

Getting all reflective about the end of the decade. 1999 was a different time indeed - I'm actually struggling to remember who I was dating then!

So here's my question for you all: what were you doing at the very end of 1999? Then end o' the last centurary...

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

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Deb was showing me some old photos last night, whilst I was installing the big fuck-off monitor I got her (damn, 22 inches of LCD goodness).

Amoungst the pictures was a shot of the La Trobe Uni Psyche camp from 1997 or so... And who should be standing with a back pack on to the right of the shot? My ex-girlfriend Miranda! This is the weird part - this was four years before I met her and the better part of a decade before I met Deb. The world is a weird place, an overly connected place!!!!

(BTW, this is not a new connection, I've known about it for some months...!)
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A few days back, partly at Deb's insistence, I fished out a couple of VHS tapes of stuff I filmed back when I was in Art School - in 1992! There were a number of shots on it of me when I was 20 or 21, back when I had hair and beard. Actually, most of all, I was surprised the tapes played, they haven't been in a video machine in about fifteen years.

A couple of things struck me. Firstly, I don't remember wearing that much jewellery! I had two necklaces on, and various wrist bands and watches etc.

The second thing was in some of the shots of my bedroom. There where three CD's in one shot, all of which I still have. Interestingly, I'd forgotten how long I'd been into Einstrzende Neubauten and Henry Rollins, both of which were sitting there in my room. I was also amazed at some of the other old shit I still have. Parts of the stereo there in my room are sitting behind me as I type. The desk in my room was in this flat until a couple of years ago.

The other thing that struck me was the utter pointlessness of most of the shots on the tape! I watched about 40 minutes of it, and I really can't explain why I bothered filming most of the stuff. The spinning shots of my back garden. The ten minute long shot of the Biro... Nope, no idea what I was thinking.

I did edit together two films that year, both of which are floating around somewhere. One of them features my then-girlfriend in the nuddy, as I recall! Eep... I think the original tape of that is floating around somewhere!

I should get all this stuff dumped to DVD before it deteriorates completely.
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A minor anniversary passed a few days back, which I should note.

I've been in my flat in Northcote for three years now. Moved in around the 4th or 5th of Feb. (er, wait, might have been as late as the 12th or so) in 2005. Wow. Seems like a long time ago, especially since I saw it at a temporary place I'd crash for a while, till I got my shit together.

In fact, for the first six months or more I really felt like I was in a hotel. Something about the one bedroom-ness of the place reminded me of the hotel rooms my companies used to dump me in when I was traveling for them. It took me months to properly unpack all my stuff - longer even. When I moved in, I literally dumped a pile of boxes and furniture in one end of the living room. It formed a solid lump, taking up a good 20% of the place.

I'm also remembering how I ended up there. I'd been living with... the African Princess, shall we say - down in North Caulfield. I didn't take to the southern suburbs, and we didn't take to being engaged. The summer of 2004-2005 was rough, until one day in late January, I'd had enough. So suddenly I needed a place to live.

I had a quick look to see what rents were like in the city (shite, although they're even worse now) so instead looked back in my old stomping ground of Northcote. The ad for my flat had a picture of the view from the window - which was great - so I called up about it on the Monday. I think I was on holiday... Anyway, looked at on that Monday afternoon, applied for it straight away, and was offered it on the Tuesday! First place I looked at, and I got it straight away! Those were the days.

My dad and my brother helped me move, and here I am three years later, still there. Three years is almost as long as I shared my previous house in Northcote. And given my plans to move back into a share house seem to have fallen apart, looks like I'll be there a while longer.

I should also add that I wasn't alone in the place for long. Shared it with... another woman... from about the end of 2005 till October of last year. There may also have been a couple of cats for a period there :-)

Still haven't had a housewarming party. I did, memorably have six people over for brunch once. Also managed to have two queen sized beds in the place between buying the futon and selling the huuuuuge too-soft bed to a New Zealander.

Dear oh dear, I do have an odd memory for random anniversaries...

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