I couldn’t sleep last night very well. 9/11 was playing in my head. It’s interesting, on the five previous anniversaries I didn’t give 9/11 much thought but with a baby on the way that day’s events are playing in my head in Technicolor.
It’s too bad that my blogs from that day are gone forever due to my own ineptitude. Translation: I didn’t back them up.
But, they do live on as memories. Not the good kind, either. The kind that are reserved for horrible events. Why does the human brain store those so well? I can play back the 1989 earthquake. The Shuttle crash. Elvis dying. Yosemite flooding. And 9/11 back over and over in HD in my brain.
Of the good events in my life my wedding and the birth of Patrick are the only ones stored in this kind of clarity in my head.
Speaking of Patrick, I remember letting him watch that morning’s events on CNN. I remember then thinking maybe I was being a bad parent. I’ve had that thought since then cause Patrick has been afraid of flying ever since then and has taken fewer risks than he might otherwise have done.
I remember thinking I wanted him to understand why his world was messed up. Why he needed to stand in sometimes hour-long security lines at airports. Why we were at war with Iraq. Why the economy of his world will be worse than it would have been otherwise.
9/11/01 was a different time. I’ve had four jobs since then (Userland, NEC, Microsoft, and now PodTech). I’ve moved four times. I was married to someone different. I have had four cars, one accident (which also is stored in my brain in HD). My mom was still alive. So was my grandma.
That was a world without Flickr. Without HD. Without YouTube. Without Ustream. Without Facebook. Without Google Reader. Without WordPress. Without Twitter. Without Del.icio.us. Without iPhone.
I read Mark Cuban today and realize I, too, pinch myself every day and realize I have an ultra wonderful life. Especially after a day I had yesterday when I interviewed my good friend Shel Israel, two CEOs (including one who runs one of the world’s great processor companies), and someone named Zuckerberg. Almost all of it shared with my friend and producer Rocky Barbanica.
So much of our world has changed in six short years. Weird, I’m “J, J, J, J”ing through Google Reader’s feeds and just found Christopher Penn who already wrote most of what I’m writing here.
Sometime soon (real soon now) Maryam and I will bring a new life into the world.
It’s focusing my attention on what Penn asked: how do you improve the world?
Anyway, I’m off with Maryam to see her doctor. We’ll Twitter as soon as something changes.
Just wanted to say thank you to all the people who’ve made this life better, particularly the firefighters, the police officers, and those other people who serve to make the world a better place.