The World Trade Center, two years after ground zero

Earlier this evening I watched a couple of documentaries about the World Trade Center, its collapse, and the plans for rebuilding it, and I just can’t help but thinking what a cool job it would be to be the Master Planner behind the creation of the new landmark. I know it sounds kinda weird, possibly even a bit morbid if you’re truly jaded, but the complexity involved with such a project just astounds me – there are so many different people that these buildings need to cater to, from the office workers and other large-scale corporations who will take up office space to the common passers-by that might just dine in the restaurants or tour the prominade below to all those who lost their loved ones in the attack – so much to do, and yet I have no doubt in my mind that Daniel Libeskind will see that everything comes together wonderfully and nearly everyone walks away happy…

(I say nearly everyone because I remember one very brief scene in a meeting where one of the victim’s family members expressed how she thought it was horrible that this was supposed to be a memorial, yet they’d no doubt be selling t-shirts and bumper stickers not far away, to which I suppose I can only respond that hey, this place is still in the epicenter of the largest commercial district in the world, memorial or no memorial. Besides, there’s no way that it could possibly be any worse than right after the attacks and every street corner had people selling flags and stickers and anything else they could paint red, white & blue to make a few bucks…)

I’ve never been to New York City, so I didn’t get to see the WTC before all of this happened, but I really wish I had. Nonetheless, I’ll definitely make it a point to see the finished project here in another 10 years when it all gets rebuilt. That should certainly be a sight to see!

It’s on now, baby! There ain’t no turnin’ back…

Call me a joker, call me a fool,
right at this moment I’m totally cool.
Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife,
I feel like I’m in the prime of my life…
Well, things are certainly underway now – I turned in my notice of resignation at work yesterday, even though the boss wasn’t around at the time. I kinda would’ve liked to see the look on his face, but such is life – I’ve got plenty of other things to look forward to at this point!

So it looks like the remainder of my time here is going to be divided between saying goodbye to people and writing and frankly, I’d much rather be doing the later. In the best case scenario, I’d love to leave here with nothing but some new columns and Leaving Miami on my slate. It’s pretty much a given that there’s not much I can do in the way of packing up shop until a day or two before the big day, which means that in theory I should have about eighteen quality working days ahead of me…stay tuned to find out if I actually use them to the best of their potential…

21 days until Scott moves to Florida!

Damn you, Henley!!!

And I just remembered that it was two years ago this summer that I had front row tickets to see Don Henley’s solo act when he was scheduled to appear in Northern Michigan as part of the National Cherry Festival.

He cancelled like two weeks before the show; I cried for like three days straight…

How many times can one say “farewell” anyways?

I got an e-mail announcement that The Eagles are coming to The Palace of Auburn Hills here in another month or so with their Farewell 1 tour…

A. haven’t these guys already said farewell two or three different times now?

B. Who in their right mind is willing to pay $177.50 per ticket, plus Ticketmaster’s fees, to see anybody live in concert?!

It’s really too bad, too, because I would’ve liked to see them, but over four hundred dollars between two people is just way too much to spend for a single evening of entertainment…and that’s not even including dinner! I think the most I’ve ever paid for concert tickets was somewhere around $80 a piece for Aerosmith a few years back, and it was a good show, but still hard to tell if it’s worth that kind of cash.

Hell, one could get many a hooker for a fraction of the cost and still have money leftover for bowling the next day…

Friendly friends

I was just clicking randomly and came across somebody who had 269 people on their friends list – two hundred and sixty-nine?!

I’m not saying that she would’ve even had to personally know all or most of them, but how could anyone follow the lives of that many people? I can hardly keep up with my list as it is… 😉

I might be old, but I’m someone new…

I watched a few of the Sports Night DVDs again over the past few days – man, was that ever a good show! The only problem is that I get into a groove with them and end up watching for many, many hours on end. Nonetheless, hands down the best boxed set I’ve ever purchased!

And in those reruns, I came across a new (old) band that’s turning out to be pretty cool, too. This particular song kind of highlights several of the episodes (on disc three, I believe?) where the morale of the story is pretty up and down, but the rest that I’ve heard so far have been decent also. I’m trying to hold back on listening to everything I could find all at once so that I’ll have plenty of fresh music to occupy the myriad of 20+ hour car trips that I’ll be enduring in less than a month, but we’ll just have to see what happens…

Twisted pairs suck…

It seemed like a simple enough idea – borrow a pair of wire crimpers from work, slice off a broken end and replace it with a fully-functioning connector – bing, bang, boom…easy as pie, right?

Now I’ve got a spare fifty foot cable running the length of the house from the hub in my office out to the living room where I use my laptop. Time to switch to wi-fi? I think so…