A massively, mysteriously busy day today. Oh sure, lunch with Javid and mad work on our Spotlight! deck and MTrek receipt formatting and HFH stuff doesn't sound like much but I bet I've sent 20 emails today and gotten twice that, including one very random, very unexpected, very promising career inquiry. The life of an MBA, I suppose, when you are sitting around taping receipts to paper and then you hear the "deeeehhaaaahhhh" of new mail and a guy from a prestigious consultancy wants to set up a 'call' to talk about 'opportunities' with 'you.' More on Wednesday...
On a more somber, less frivolous note, it is 11 September 2006. Five years. Coverage of this is everywhere; everyone wants to comment on the events, reactions, and sadness of that day. I want to comment on the sadness of the interval. We are now five long years removed and yet have hardly moved forward. Our thinking has not changed since that incredibly bizarre afternoon, despite the definition and clarity that half a decade and trillions of dollars have given us. Is the world safer? Not markedly so. Have our perceptions changed? Apparently only for the negative... Javid told me on the way to lunch that he feels uncomfortable being Persian in America. Shame on us for rising to action but not rising above the hatred displayed that terrible clear, still, autumn day. This is the real tragedy to me, not that an atrocity was committed against us, but that we've done little more than volley back.
Monday, September 11, 2006