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taerowynI'm sick of it.
I've been reading all day. Hopping from the flist to the Boston communities where they're updating about weirdness on the T (evacuations, derailed trains) and back to the flist. A little worried, but fine.
See people on the flist asking to hear from their Londoner friends (most with London ties on my list are far enough out not to have been affected and have all checked in). Reading about the concerns, reading about the people checking in and who is looking and who is still MIA...friends of friends and even more distantly related but it still hurts to read.
And just...yeah, tears, for no real reason other than I'm sick of this. I'm sick of the fear. Some of it's pointless, but some of it is quite real. Just last night saw an ad for the local news with a story about how there's no guarantee that the Coast Guard can fully do their job. Mindless fear-mongering, cause guess what? There's no guarantee anywhere. Coast Guard, harbors, cargo that isn't x-rayed, the border between the US and Canada, last week's story about bioterrorism and the milk supply, and on and on and on... there are no guarantees.
And then we have today. Yet another mindless attempt by mindless, heartless, soulless people to send a message in blood that, yes, heightens the fear, but also heightens resolve. After a week of Wimbledon and Olympics, sportsmanship and brotherhood, a nation is knocked back into fear by hatred and yet the world turns. Sadder, bleaker and a little darker, but still moving on and still rising up and still yelling "screw you" at the top of our lungs cause fear only works for a little while but the resolve is hard to break and you may paint the world a darker shade today but tomorrow the sun will rise and yours will not be the message that lasts.
Doubt any of that made sense, but here's something that does, for those that need the info:
People who have checked in A-M
People who have checked in N-Z
People still unaccounted for
I've been reading all day. Hopping from the flist to the Boston communities where they're updating about weirdness on the T (evacuations, derailed trains) and back to the flist. A little worried, but fine.
See people on the flist asking to hear from their Londoner friends (most with London ties on my list are far enough out not to have been affected and have all checked in). Reading about the concerns, reading about the people checking in and who is looking and who is still MIA...friends of friends and even more distantly related but it still hurts to read.
And just...yeah, tears, for no real reason other than I'm sick of this. I'm sick of the fear. Some of it's pointless, but some of it is quite real. Just last night saw an ad for the local news with a story about how there's no guarantee that the Coast Guard can fully do their job. Mindless fear-mongering, cause guess what? There's no guarantee anywhere. Coast Guard, harbors, cargo that isn't x-rayed, the border between the US and Canada, last week's story about bioterrorism and the milk supply, and on and on and on... there are no guarantees.
And then we have today. Yet another mindless attempt by mindless, heartless, soulless people to send a message in blood that, yes, heightens the fear, but also heightens resolve. After a week of Wimbledon and Olympics, sportsmanship and brotherhood, a nation is knocked back into fear by hatred and yet the world turns. Sadder, bleaker and a little darker, but still moving on and still rising up and still yelling "screw you" at the top of our lungs cause fear only works for a little while but the resolve is hard to break and you may paint the world a darker shade today but tomorrow the sun will rise and yours will not be the message that lasts.
Doubt any of that made sense, but here's something that does, for those that need the info:
People who have checked in A-M
People who have checked in N-Z
People still unaccounted for