it's the 80s again. it's got to be. all the old bands are back in vogue. war seems to be back in vogue. threats of nukes and other horrors are abounding again. and then one more of those events you will remember until your dying days. previous generations had kennedy. hell, two kennedys. my generation just knew the name of the band relating to those unfortunate enough to be born into america's first family. it doesn't seem that long ago that i though a friend was joking when he told me that a disaster had occured back east. things were different then. everything was monochrome amber, green or black and white. skinny black ties were kewl (and for some of us still are). the internet was unheard of. today i learned of the news on the internet. 17 years doesn't seem like such a long time, but comparisons tend to make you realize what has truly changed. the really odd thing is that i feel more sorrow over this than i did over what happened to new york. maybe 9/11 was more surreal to me than anything. that and it was a deliberate act that you can say happened for a reason, whether or not you approve of it. stuff like this is so random. there's no answer to that pesky "why" question. but then again, there have been so few answers to that question for me of late. but hopefully the quest for the unknown will continue on, perhaps a little slower and more cautiously than before. it has to though. it's what feeds the soul and it's longing for understanding. digging into the unknown has always yielded mixed results, but we have to continue searching .. it is afterall what makes us human. and finally ... someone should cut up the bastards auctioning off wreckage on ebay and put their lousy remains up for bid. i'm still coughing, so good night.
