Friday, September 11, 2009


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7:59 a.m. American Airlines Flight 11 departs Boston Logan for Los Angeles.
81 passengers and 11 crew.

8:01 a.m. United Airlines Flight 93 Newark to San Francisco leaves the gate. Delayed by air traffic congestion on runway.

8:14 a.m. Five hijackers who boarded as passengers take control of AA 11 to LA. Two flight attendants are able contact American Airlines operations center and relay some information.

8:14 a.m. United Airlines Flight 175 departs Boston Logan for Los Angeles.
56 passengers and 9 crew.

8:20 a.m. American Airlines Flight 77 departs Washington Dulles for Los Angeles.
58 passengers and 6 crew.

8:42 a.m. UA 93 Newark to LA finally departs New Jersey.
37 passengers and 7 crew.

8:46 a.m. AA 11 crashes into 1WTC (North Tower). All 92 on board die. Full tanks of jet fuel explode.

8:47 a.m. Five hijackers who boarded as passengers take control of UA175 to LA. One flight attendant and two passengers make several phone calls. Another passenger makes 4 attempts to call his wife.

8:51 a.m. Five hijackers who boarded as passengers take control of AA77 to LA. One flight attendant called her mother; a passenger was able to make 2 calls to her husband.

9:03 a.m. UA175 crashes into 2WTC (South Tower). All 65 on board die. Full tanks of jet fuel explode.

9:28 a.m. Four hijackers who boarded as passengers take control of UA93 to San Francisco.

9:30-10 a.m. Passengers and crew aboard UA 93 make 37 phone calls and numerous attempted calls using GTE on board phones and 2 cell phones. One passenger who reached his wife at 9:37 remained connected until the end of the flight.

9:37 a.m. AA77 to LA crashes into Pentagon. All 64 on board die. Full tanks of jet fuel explode.

9:57 a.m. Passengers and crew on UA93 attack hijackers in an attempt to regain control of plane. Flight data records sounds of struggle and voices of passengers, crew members, and hijackers until 10:03. Hijackers are heard frantically debating whether to crash the plane immediately.

9:59 a.m. South Tower 2WTC (the second target hit) collapses.

10:03:11 a.m. UA93 Crashes in a field in Stony Creek Township, PA. All 44 on board die.

10:28 a.m. North Tower 1WTC (the second target hit) collapses.
The fall of North and South Towers destroys 6WTC, 3WTC (the Marriott), and St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church immediately. Other nearby buildings are heavily damaged.

5:20 p.m. 7WTC collapses.

In addition to those on board the four planes,
2,603 were killed in New York
125 were killed at the Pentagon crash site

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Every Little Thing She Does

Okay, okay, okay. Fine. I know. Sorry.

I've been mulling over ideas to win my way back into the graces of my adoring public. Many amusing ideas have suggested themselves. Or mildly interesting ones anyway.
But not today.
Today I received news that makes me want to find my blankie and spend the day eating Froot Loops and sucking my thumb.
A lovely, talented, intelligent, and (obviously) accomplished Latina has been named Treasurer of the United States.
Why, you ask, Why on earth would this make you want to curl up with many Premium Eating Disorder treats and render yourself insensible?
The lovely Ms. Rios is known to me, you see. Only a nodding acquaintance, my knowledge is of the conocer and not the saber variety, but nonetheless. I saw her on a daily basis, once upon a time. We ate three meals a day in the same cafeteria.
Someone I went to college with has achieved National Importance.

Those things in the middle are deep fried Twinkies.

This is not unexpected, and I have been preparing myself for this day ever since graduation. And I mean no disrespect to friends and classmates who have become Reasonably Important or even Famous. My husband went through this a while ago when Conan O'Brien hit the big time. But I'd never met him or had a conversation with him (Conan, I mean. I do converse with The Him, though perhaps not as often as I should).

Actually I can't recall having any conversations with Ms. Rios. That's beside the point. Stay with me here. The point is, I might have, and I could have, if I'd had the foresight to befriend her then.
Actually I shared no interests, educational or recreational, with Ms. Rios, and was not, shall we say, in the same social orbit which is why we were not, and are not, BFFs but that is BESIDE THE POINT.
The point is, she is making me feel inadequate, just by being alive and pretty and accomplished and now the freakin' TREASURER of the UNITED STATES of AMERICA and I deeply resent it, and her.
All right, that's stupid, I'm alive too.
Since I can't be funny about this, I'm going to quote one of my friends, because she is way funnier than me anyway, and she sums it up very well, and I love her.

Says M:
"I don't think it's fair that she gets to sign the money. I can't even write a check without saying a few Hail Marys! Plus we have this bazillion dollar ginormous deficit, so how come she can still go around signing money? And I bet she doesn't even have to sign the money herself, I bet she has her own signature stamp and her own personal assistant to stamp it. Hmpph.
By the way, I already was feeling inadequate enough and now this? Do you think she would feel sorry for me and send me some free money?"

And here's the cherry: Ms. Rios graduated a year AFTER me.

Now excuse me, I must find my Little Debbie Swiss Rolls.