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well, that was fucking inconvenient
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| H-flash and Crash Landing |
[14 Jul 2009|10:27am] |
Another pair of articles (in my mind they pair up somehow). A short one by Issey Miyake on surviving the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima, and another by an American, Joe Sharkey, on surviving a midair collision over the Amazonian forest, and the complications and trials he faced afterwards. Maybe I'm just noticing more 'survivor' stories recently. I wonder why.

A flash of memory. ... On Aug. 6, 1945, the first atomic bomb was dropped on my hometown, Hiroshima. I was there, and only 7 years old. When I close my eyes, I still see things no one should ever experience: a bright red light, the black cloud soon after, people running in every direction trying desperately to escape — I remember it all. Within three years, my mother died from radiation exposure.
I have never chosen to share my memories or thoughts of that day. I have tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to put them behind me, preferring to think of things that can be created, not destroyed, and that bring beauty and joy. I gravitated toward the field of clothing design, partly because it is a creative format that is modern and optimistic.
...There is a movement in Hiroshima to invite Mr. Obama to Universal Peace Day on Aug. 6 — the annual commemoration of that fateful day. I hope he will accept. My wish is motivated by a desire not to dwell on the past, but rather to give a sign to the world that the American president’s goal is to work to eliminate nuclear wars in the future.
This one's really long so it will have to be snippets, sorry if it's a bit incoherent. This happened in 2006.
The wreck and the reckoning. Almost two months ago, I walked away from an air crash that nobody should have survived. Our corporate jet collided midair, 37,000ft over Brazil, with a much larger commercial airliner. While I and the six others on the jet lived to tell the tale, the 154 people on the Brazilian airliner did not: they plunged to horrible deaths in the Amazon jungle.
...Mr Rimmer was crouched at the window, looking at the wing. “How bad is it?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said, forming each word like a separate sentence. Nobody shouted anything from the movies like “We’re going down,” but it was made clear that we were. We stowed bags under our seats and strapped ourselves in. Then I thought: “How much is this going to hurt?” Later that struck me as an imbecilic way to have wasted what I had every reason to believe was one of my last few minutes of life.
I managed to find a barracks with a computer where I talked a soldier into letting me type out a quick e-mail, though the system kept blocking me. I hoped the message would reach my wife, to assure her that we had some aircraft trouble and had landed safely in the Amazon, but not to worry. Michielli said gravely that we were now living on borrowed time. We dubbed ourselves the “Amazon Seven” and agreed that each year, we would have a reunion to account for how we had spent this gift of time.
A lot happens in between, they are detained by the Brazilian authorities.
During the next few days, it hit home how violent the reaction had been in Brazil, where much of the media went into an anti-American frenzy. To my astonishment, the narrative as it played out in Brazil was this: fat-cat Americans in corporate jet, flying at incorrect altitude and ignoring air-traffic-control orders, kill 154 innocents in midair collision with Brazilian airliner over jungle. After I wrote a terse report on the incident in The New York Times, I was deluged with vicious e-mails from Brazil, with phrases like “Die Assassin” and “You Will Pay for This” in the heading.
A Brazilian air-traffic controller, interviewed anonymously in a Brazilian newspaper, has admitted: “Everyone knows there are problems with the radars and equipment in that region.” He talked about mistakes being made, “tackling problems on the fly”, running risks. He said he heard two of his colleagues (who are among those now off sick) crying and saying: “I killed those people.” Other reports have talked about long working hours, ridiculous workloads.
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Songs about France? I only have English-language music, so unfortunately it can't actually be French songs about France. Thanks in advance!
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| john adams |
[12 Jul 2009|09:16pm] |
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I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. My sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history, naval architecture, navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry, and porcelain.
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[10 Jul 2009|06:36am] |
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| Things I Love Thursday 070909 |
[09 Jul 2009|08:43pm] |
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♥ Having a loong weekend! Those are great! And of course being able to sleep in! :)
♥ Having a wonderful time at Nathan's moms house for 4th of July. Good foods and backyard fireworks from the park across the street and from many neighbors. Great night!!!
♥ Getting iMac delivered at Nathan's moms house. And looking forward to picking it up this weekend.
♥ Getting out of the office for lunch with good company and good Greek food. Thanks Raquel!! It was a perfect day for it.
Looking forward to this weekend. Going to see Bruno for Nathan's moms birthday and lunch afterwards. Fun times!!
Whats making your thursday great?? What are your weekend plans??
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| Lomba mirip capres |
[10 Jul 2009|10:37am] |
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untuk meramaikan pemilu 2009, beberapa org be-"cosplay" sebagai capres, ato capresnya yang pada cosplay? pokoknya COSPLAY ( KEJUTAAAAAN )</div>
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| surreality |
[09 Jul 2009|11:45am] |
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one of my students here in Hyderabad related to me the tale of one day when walking to school. i thought i heard him wrong so i asked him to repeat himself. after a moment, i asked:
"so, you were chased down the street by a rabid bunch of eunuchs?"
"yes sir."
"for money...not to make you one of there own?"
"oh no, sir. they are much too greedy for that."
*blink blink*
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