Zach Oooh!n
Rest in Peace
That shit makes me sad. What makes me angry, in a way, is the way that a lot of people in the department are already trying to own a part of the tragedy, as Quinn says and I quote quite frequently: "everybody wants to be part of a tragedy". When I found out this morning, there was this first year student crying and she had to take a moment to compose herself in the hallway. She'd know this guy for all of three weeks. Granted, she may have had some personal interactions with him. We all did, he was part of my orientation. But jeezus. This woman was acting like they were best friends. His best friend was a woman who is in charge here, and she had just had lunch with the guy, and she was devastated and emotional and this woman comes up to her and tries to share in that, and I find that ugly. When someone dies, it's sad. People like me move on, and don't want any part of memorials. If, for example, Mjarcie were to die tonight whilst he is getting his wisdom teeth removed (and wouldn't that be ironic), I would be a mess. But I would be fuming if some douchebag who didn't even like him tried to limelight it by over-emoting. Death, I suppose, affects everyone differently.
My OfficeMate Pat and I were talking about this, about how after September the Eleventh people were trying to own a stake in the tragedy, people who, in his case, lived in fucking Eugene, Oregon and had no personal relations within 1000 miles. What we talked about was that, yes, it's ok for humans to show emotion when something terrible happens. More than ok. It's reprehensible when human beings attempt to turn that terrible something into a terrible something that they own. Typical sentiments: "september 11th affected me profoundly". No, it didn't. You're still driving your SUV, yer still paying $50 for blue jeans that have been pre-faded, yer still watching Friends reruns with your sig.other. For 9/11 to have genuinely affected you, you needed to have been there, or lost someone who was there (and I'm not talking about "my best friend's cousin's mom was across the street" either). Otherwise, yer in the majority of people who saw it, who were terrified and moved by it, and who, on the 13th, were throwing temper tantrums that those fuckers at Wendy's screwed up yer drive-through order.
Eh, move on. Rest in Peace.
Next five: "Obstacle 1" by interpol; "small stakes" by spoon; "oh comely" by neutral milk hotel; "oh mjarcie don't die!" by lois lane; and "sweet lil' gal (23rd and 1st)" by ryan adams.
in the stereo: eric bachman--short careers
Rest in Peace
That shit makes me sad. What makes me angry, in a way, is the way that a lot of people in the department are already trying to own a part of the tragedy, as Quinn says and I quote quite frequently: "everybody wants to be part of a tragedy". When I found out this morning, there was this first year student crying and she had to take a moment to compose herself in the hallway. She'd know this guy for all of three weeks. Granted, she may have had some personal interactions with him. We all did, he was part of my orientation. But jeezus. This woman was acting like they were best friends. His best friend was a woman who is in charge here, and she had just had lunch with the guy, and she was devastated and emotional and this woman comes up to her and tries to share in that, and I find that ugly. When someone dies, it's sad. People like me move on, and don't want any part of memorials. If, for example, Mjarcie were to die tonight whilst he is getting his wisdom teeth removed (and wouldn't that be ironic), I would be a mess. But I would be fuming if some douchebag who didn't even like him tried to limelight it by over-emoting. Death, I suppose, affects everyone differently.
My OfficeMate Pat and I were talking about this, about how after September the Eleventh people were trying to own a stake in the tragedy, people who, in his case, lived in fucking Eugene, Oregon and had no personal relations within 1000 miles. What we talked about was that, yes, it's ok for humans to show emotion when something terrible happens. More than ok. It's reprehensible when human beings attempt to turn that terrible something into a terrible something that they own. Typical sentiments: "september 11th affected me profoundly". No, it didn't. You're still driving your SUV, yer still paying $50 for blue jeans that have been pre-faded, yer still watching Friends reruns with your sig.other. For 9/11 to have genuinely affected you, you needed to have been there, or lost someone who was there (and I'm not talking about "my best friend's cousin's mom was across the street" either). Otherwise, yer in the majority of people who saw it, who were terrified and moved by it, and who, on the 13th, were throwing temper tantrums that those fuckers at Wendy's screwed up yer drive-through order.
Eh, move on. Rest in Peace.
Next five: "Obstacle 1" by interpol; "small stakes" by spoon; "oh comely" by neutral milk hotel; "oh mjarcie don't die!" by lois lane; and "sweet lil' gal (23rd and 1st)" by ryan adams.
in the stereo: eric bachman--short careers
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