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I don't think about it much any more. But my body remembers. I don't go downtown much, and when I do, it's a conscious effort - not a big effort, but definitely a mental alarm is raised in my mind, and I deliberately ignore it.

Since then, I've had asthma attacks, increased sensitivity to the smell of electrical fire, and worse allergies. But who knows if they are related.

I never think of the shapeless arm I found on the sidewalk, or the fireman coughing up blood in the planters in the hallway of my building. Except at times like this, when I take a moment to remember.

I recently found this image online - that shows my morning six years ago, rather well.

1. That's my old apartment building. Luckily for me, my room was on the other side from the World Trade Center. They were finding body parts in and on the room/roofs in some parts of the building for a very long time.

2. That's where I was, shortly after the first plane hit. Burning paper, glass, and whatever else were still falling all around. I got hit by something that burned my leg - probably a piece of metal (it made a sharp noise when it hit the ground).

3. That's where I was right before the second plane hit. It occurs to me now for the first time, that out of sheer luck I was near the South tower while debris from the North tower was falling, and near the North tower when the South tower was about to be hit.

4. Of course, that's where the south entrance of the South tower was.

If you have a moment, please walk through the day with me, and remember...

Not the anger, the fear mongering, political circus that surrounds us today, but remember the futility, the loss of innocence, lives of family and friends, the heroic gift - small and large - of people everywhere.

Remember that people dropped everything and went to the aid of others.


Remember that other countries rallied behind us, the Wronged Victim whose innocent lives were lost.

Read the letter recounting the moving event by a Sailor, at Snopes.com

I remember thankfully the firefighter who led us out as we evacuated. The woman on the subway who asked me if I was alright, few days later, when seeing that I was covered in white ash. The friends and family who called to offer me a place to stay. My friend who walked with me everyday, all day, as I walked around downtown looking for a way to get back in - in search of my Cat. The ASPCA officers that climbed 14 floors in the dark with me, to look for my cat. I thank the powers that be, that I am still alive, and remember once more, that I need to get busy Living.

My photojournal of the day.

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Someone should tell the guy that he needs to program his new LED Sign.

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Damn. Damn.

I just realized that one of my domain names I've been using off and on, one that I'd purchased years ago originally, had expired a while back without me noticing.

Turns out, I forgot to update my email contact info at the registration company, and I never received the expiration notice as a consequence. DAMN.

I just tried to hit the domain, and realized it's now pwned by a f*$!-er domain squatting company, and just a bunch of Ad links are showing up. I'm not even going to name the site here, because a link or hit to that page only gives the f*$#er money.

It's my own carelessness that got it expired, but really. If it was someone who wanted it to use it, that's at least their gain. This a-hole probably just saw that this domain is indexed in google, has history of hits, and swiped it just to squat on. ARRRRGGGH.

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Yesterday, was not like just any other day.

I woke up, and it was raining. Which meant that the cat was scared, and was rolling over my foot as I tried to brush my teeth. The birds were still asleep, because it was dark.

I grabbed my umbrella, and walked out side. As I step out to the street, under the umbrella, two empty cabs come down the street. That's rare, and I took it as a sign. Rain, and empty cab, just as you walk out the door - it must have been meant for me.

But this is New York, and the uglies remind you of it at just such opportunity. People ran out ahead of me and snagged the cabs from right under my nose. Bastards. I now had lost the desire to walk, and was standing there with no cab, in the rain.

Then, a stretch limo pulls up. The driver asks me where I'm going. I tell him, and he says "no problem, just pay me what you want". Weird. But hey, it's a short ride, how bad could it be. So I get in, telling him I'll give him $10 (probably a $5 cab ride, so it was a generous offer, but still less than what livery cars would demand). "That works", he says.

So I get to ride to work in this nice fancy limo. Turns out, he actually is a private chauffer for some rich old dude, but since the boss didn't need to be picked up for another hour, and he was going my way, he figured he could make some extra cash. "Of course, if I got caught, I'd be in trouble" he told me, "but who doesn't take a little chance to make extra cash, right?".

Hey, works for me.

After I got to work I realized I missed a huge opportunity there - I should have gotten his cell phone, so I can call him when I want a ride. If his boss wasn't needing him then, I could have my own private limo... oh well.

So. That's how the day started. The day ended with Lexington Ave blowing up.

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