From Stuttgart via instant message, September 11, 2001
natecut (7:57:35am) : i'm really shaken right now. not enough news from friends in NY to know that
everything is alright back there, and quite obviously it's more than a little fucked for quite a few others.
i don't know what to say...
curlyredfrisco (8:05:58am) : "i'm really shaken right now. not enough news from friends in NY to know that everything is alright back there, and quite obviously it's more than a little fucked for quite a few others. i don't know what to say..."
curlyredfrisco (8:06:05am) : i'm not following you here.
natecut (8:06:37am) : the world trade centers have just been knocked down. check the news
curlyredfrisco (8:07:58am) : on the phone with irish friend tania
curlyredfrisco (8:08:01am) : she's filling me in
curlyredfrisco (8:08:03am) : fucking HELL
curlyredfrisco (8:08:08am) : what the hell is going on!
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beauxvinyl from Tokyo, September 11, 2001:
beauxvinyl (6:18:33pm) : Good morning. Seems an inappropriate greeting. Everyone in my office is noticeably not looking at me today.
beauxvinyl (7:34:14pm) : It's a mad world.
curlyredfrisco (7:34:28pm) : yes, my sir, tis
curlyredfrisco (7:34:31pm) : i was at the park with anne and ted. now we are at my house putting on make-up and drinking beer and looking at magazines and eating good food.
mando, anne and anna. it's just the schulemaedchen.
it feels important and good to be together right now. in a minute, we'll head to deejae and nettie's place.
curlyredfrisco (7:35:04pm) : kept my eye on the transamerica building and the b of a. just to see if any stray 767's decided to stop in
beauxvinyl (7:35:50pm) : I'm supposed to go to a very tall building today. I don't want to go.
curlyredfrisco (7:36:09pm) : and then there were 6 fire trucks (minimum) that stopped at dolores park, there musta been a call across the street. "fucking hell" i say aloud to no one.
curlyredfrisco (7:36:23pm) : fuck the tall stuff. you've got a fever for the flavor.
beauxvinyl (7:36:47pm) : I heard of all this 2 hours ago.
beauxvinyl (7:36:58pm) : No TV here.
curlyredfrisco (7:39:42pm) : i heard all of it from stuttgart from my american friend nate via instant message and then irish tonya in l.a. called, then i turned on the news
curlyredfrisco (7:40:04pm) : "burned victims look very burned and scarred" i just heard on the tv. so i turned it off.
beauxvinyl (7:40:17pm) : Good idea.
curlyredfrisco (7:40:59pm) : how do you do?
beauxvinyl (7:41:04pm) : I'm just now starting to spin.
beauxvinyl (7:41:51pm) : I spent last week on in Saipan looking at war things...boats, sunken tanks, big guns, etc thinking jeeze I'm glad the world's changed for the better.
beauxvinyl (7:43:02pm) : I've been reading Cryptomicon-- a book about wwII, military this and that, kind of like a tom clancy for the younger set.
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From Shelley in the Mission via email:
It's quiet out there.
But I think someone just tried to throw themself off the building opposite
me.Fire engine,ambulance commotion.This is a pregnant day.
That's it.I'm going to try a nd unglue myself from Internet coma now.......
good luck avoiding other types of coma today.
Sh xx
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saturday morning, the fifteenth
mc stopped by last night on his way over to ragi's. as he was leaving i said, to the neighbor's closed door,
"kevin, are you in there?" and i hear a "yea." september 11 was the first time we'd shucked and jived, after both of us living here
for almost 4 months.
it was around 7 p.m. so i put my fave candle with the naked women sculpted on
it out on the porch. there were groups of neighbors down the street out in the driveways, with candles and beers.
kevin came in and had a seat on the floor. we smoked and we drank.
things got precariously tangential.
he played radiohead kid a for me, first time I'd heard it. i sat at the computer looking up meanings to words like "patriot"
and he talked about his friend in new york who has pure uconditional appreciation for the american government.
i wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that his parents were italian and irish. one of each.
Somewhere before the next scene and the one that just happened, I found out he'd never seen Gummo.
periodically, he went outside to smoke a marbie and would come back in. this time, when i went out to find him and
he wasn't around and
his door was shut and i knocked and there was no answer i was like, maybe he's in the shower, maybe he's gone to get ciggies...
at any rate, i thought he was gone. cold chillin on the porch and he comes out and says,
"there you are. have you been knocking?"
and i'm like, "uh, yea. i knocked a couple times."
"i thought so, but i wasn't sure. come in."
on the kitchen table were bags of flour, sugar, butter, eggs and a huge bag of tollhouse choco chips.
"cookie dough."
"are you gonna cook it?"
with a cheshire-cat-shit-eating grin he goes, "nope."
the coffee was ready and we had it with kahlua and cookie dough and then went for a walk to noe valley ministry to
check out the scene/prayer service. i was hoping for some drums and dancing.
it was a wettish walk. nice to be in his company and nice to be walking around. i hadn't eaten anything since 4 p.m.
we got to the church after evertyhing was done, but we stood in there for a minute, just the two of us with this crazy angel
music and a table of candles. the place had really high ceilings. it was good to be in a church for once this week.
as we walked I
told him not to let me have drags of his ciggies anymore.
we passed the video store and I rented Memento. it was around 10 pm. he'd seen Memento, but not Gummo. back to my place,
i played dj while we laid around and smoked. the song ended and he goes, "let's watch Gummo."
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