Should old acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind?Should old acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne ?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
Should old acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind?
Yup, it's time. The job I both look forward to and dread. It's time for "spring cleaning" or, in my case, winter break cleaning. The CSUF campus is closed for the week, and while I'm working from home I am not putting in a full week...leaving time to accomplish those little tasks that comprise my lengthy to-do list. You know, the one that keeps growing and growing and growing? (think Energizer battery) At the top of the line: clean out my closet! (no comments from the peanut gallery, Christina!) Suffice it to say, the thing is a gigantic mess and is in desperate need of a little TLC. I spent a couple hours tackling this monumental task and made it through 1/5 of the job. Before you say that's not much, bear in mind this included taking out and reorganizing (by color) each article of clothing, moving loose shoes and those housed in boxes aside to vacuum carpet, and agonizing which pair I really don't need anymore. Unfortunately, my donation pile was rather pathetic. Here's hoping the rest of the job yields more results. (Unlike my super organized cousin, I will not be posting before and after pictures, but I will keep you appraised of my progress. :-) ) In addition to the slightly overwhelming monster of a closet, I also have to:We all know what happened next. In our own way we picked up the pieces and marched on. Nine years later, the events of that fateful Tuesday have grown more and more polarized. Everyone has an opinion on what went wrong and how we should fix it. However, I believe we should set aside our differences, rise above partisanship and sensationalism, and recognize this day as we have in the past: as a tribute to the men, women, and children who are no longer with us. This is a time for remembering, for honoring those who lost and gave their lives on September 11. And to pay homage to the thousands of volunteers who, to this day, pay the price for their heroic efforts in the months that followed.
Now I have my own “where were you when…” moment. My own Pearl Harbor, presidential assassination, V-E day. Did I want it? Did any of us want it? No, but we didn’t realize that until it happened. One day my children will ask me, “Mom, where were you on 9/11?” just as I asked my parents about JFK. To this day I sometimes tear up when I think about that day. The emotions come flooding back, and suddenly I’m a frightened 18 year old again. I remember seeing United 93 with my brother and within ten minutes tears were flowing down my cheeks. The passengers depicted in the film hadn’t even boarded the plane yet, and I was an emotional basket case. Adam and I shared something very special that day. We bonded, and I will never forget that moment.
Just as we will never forget.
"Once again we meet to commemorate the day we have come to call 9/11. We have returned to this sacred site to join our hearts together, the names of those we loved and lost. No other public tragedy has cut our city so deeply. No other place is as filled with our compassion, our love and our solidarity." -Mayor Bloomberg
"Let today never, ever be a national holiday. Let it not be a celebration," said Karen Carroll, who lost her brother, firefighter Thomas Kuveikis. "It's a day to be somber; it's a day to reflect on all those thousands of people that died for us in the United States."
I'm sure most of you know I love to read, however it seems the only time I have to truly lose myself in a book is while traveling. So, on my latest airline adventure I grabbed one of my newest acquisitions, Sarah's Key. Its World War II storyline proved to be a natural attention grabber, and I eagerly settled into what I hoped would be a riveting tale. I was not disappointed. While technically a work of fiction, the book is based on the mass arrest of Parisian Jews known as the Vélodrome d’hiver. In short, over 13,000 Jews were arrested over a two day period (July 16-17, 1942) and sent to the notorious Auschwitz concentration camp. This was not the only time the Vichy regime conducted a mass round-up of Jews, however, "this event is particular for a number of reasons, foremost being its scale. Because they had not developed the reflex of hiding, women and children were this time involved. The action was part of the vast deportation plan of European Jews...The Vél’ d’hiv’ Round-up was a concrete case of execution of the Final Solution."


I haven't blogged in a while. I've been extremely busy yet feel like I have nothing of consequence to report. Tonight I'm doing something I haven't done in ages...watching a television show as it airs! Shocking I know. Hulu is my usual television buddy but tonight tonight. 24 ends in 3 weeks. Here's hoping my favorite TV president decides to come to her senses before it's over.
Here's a video I took of the ball in Times Square. I had no idea it would be so beautiful.
This has long been a favorite poem of mine, and it was such a thrill to finally see the original plaque that used to be on the Statue of Liberty. To me, Lazarus' words speak of such hope and possibility for the future, and I thought it would be interesting to juxtapose the dynamic words with a picture taken by Stephen Wilkes of the abandoned hospital wing at Ellis Island where that promise of a new future began for millions of hopeful of people.