But then it hit me. Frankly, as we mourn and whimper this truly tragic incident — veritably bathing in its horror and angst — we are showing those crazed lunatics that they are right. We Americans (and by this I mean North Americans) are hard on the outside but, as Paul Simon says, “Soft in the middle”. We were kicked in the nuts but we did not maintain. We buckled.

My mother and I always have to resist the urge to giggle at funerals. Even on such somber occasions there are little humours which, in an atmosphere where all emotion is amplified to Eleven, those little humours cause highly inappropriate outbursts. Those outbursts inevitably result in the gaze of those who are obviously better able to maintain their stoic grief; keeping with the aesthetic of the event.

At the risk of drawing such glares upon myself, and upon our friends at Salon, I present this very funny piece.

-Ian.

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Forbidden thoughts about 9/11 From gloating about getting off work to enjoying the “country road” ambience of lower Manhattan to hating on-the-make firemen: A spectrum of improper responses to the terror attacks.

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Sept. 7, 2002 | Black smoke, orange flames, falling bodies and crashing planes. Our brains are branded with the images of Sept. 11 — and our public selves are programmed to say the right things about them. But what did we really think when we first confronted this colossal event? What seditious words arose, never to be articulated in polite company? And when the smoke had cleared, replaced by a fog of analysis, grief, patriotism and hero worship, we selected our official opinions with care. What did we really believe? What forbidden thoughts did we keep to ourselves?

The outpouring of expression began just hours after the World Trade Center towers collapsed. One year after the trauma, that flow is cresting with the publication of dozens of books, many of them meant to help put the events and our emotional reactions into perspective. Among the more reflective tomes are those that attempt to act as records of our thoughts, feelings and actions at the time of the tragedy and immediately after. Many of them do an admirable job.

Dean E. Murphy’s “September 11: An Oral History,” for example, contains dozens of compelling personal stories: everyone from traumatized firemen to heroic survivors to those who rushed to the towers in search of lost relatives is represented, often in searing, literary detail. The fact that each person’s story was dictated rather than interpreted by the author testifies to the power of the tragedy — and, perhaps, to the brilliance of Murphy’s interviewing and editing.

But even though Murphy’s contribution stands out as one of the more enlightening commemorative books, it doesn’t necessarily cover the full range of our response. Like so many of the other books now on shelves — with titles like “Out of the Blue,” “Men of Steel” and “Strong of Heart” — Murphy’s oral history treats 9/11 as a devastating tragedy that led only to pain and sadness, or heroism and bravery. It is not a complete record of our reactions, but rather (as the book jacket claims) “a tribute to the spirit of cooperation and the outpourings of empathy that marked that day for so many people in the United States and abroad.”

What Murphy and many other authors miss is the fact that cooperation and empathy were not the only emotions of the day; they were simply the publicly expressed emotions of the day. Many of us didn’t just feel sad or angry or proud in the face of the day’s horrors — or when President Bush and the media requested it. We also felt indifferent, confused, selfish, annoyed and, in some cases, even happy or excited. We had thoughts that we couldn’t explain or control, thoughts we didn’t express, except perhaps in whispered conversations.

A few rebellious thinkers with access to the media actually unleashed their forbidden thoughts, electrifying and infuriating a tender and almost universally righteous public. Some of these blurters issued contrite retractions, a few held firm in the face of public denunciation, sure to earn footnotes in future histories of the events.

All these forbidden thoughts are sometimes painful or mortifying to hear. Many could be accurately described as disgraceful. But they emerged from our mental ether, and they deserve to be part of the record of that day and its aftermath. They are necessary evils to be countenanced in an honest analysis of the time. They keep us from creating a distorted, overly sentimental picture of our national reaction to disaster. And perhaps, as in therapy, these are the most useful thoughts to confront as we attempt to recover from the violence of the day.

We asked friends, colleagues, acquaintances and strangers to share the thoughts about Sept. 11 that they had — or heard — and tried to hide. Surely there are many more, and we invite readers to contribute theirs by e-mail to forbidden [at] salon [dot] com. For now, we offer what we have collected in the past few weeks.

“I was actually moving the week of 9/11 and I just wanted to find a way to get out of work so I could pack. When the attack happened, I was thinking, This is so cool. I can go to the dentist and still have time to get everything done.” — Ruth Wagner, 28, an editor in New York

“It’s gorgeous out. Turn the television off.” — Author Barbara Garson’s response to her husband’s phone call telling her that the towers had been attacked.

“Thank goodness they got those buildings. I’ve always hated them! They’re so ugly.” — New York woman, overheard in London on the day of the attacks

“[My boyfriend] is a surfer and when he was dismissed from work, he was stressing not about the attacks but about how to get to the beach. He left me in Manhattan to go surfing on Long Island.” — Wagner, on how her friends reacted

“We walked to [my friend’s] apartment in SoHo at about 10 p.m. on Thursday the 13th. The streets below 14th were deserted of cars, and for the most part, of people. A light haze of smoke and dust hung in the air. It was still and warm and surreal. And incredibly beautiful. I wished that New York could be like that more often. How many times will the middle of Broadway feel as if it were a country back road?” — Kimberly Oliver, 33, a Manhattan marketing consultant

“Jeez, I’m a New Yorker. And now I’ll never get to go up in the Twin Towers.” — Wall Street worker, name withheld, in a bar during the week of the attacks

“Best special effects I ever saw.” — Two teens on a corner in downtown Manhattan, just hours after the collapse

“You should take a picture.” — Novelist Colson Whitehead, to his wife, while watching the towers burn with a large crowd in Brooklyn

“What a great fucking action scene.” — New York film producer, describing the attacks less than a month after they occurred

“I’m sorry to say it, but it was the most exciting day of my career in journalism. It was really fuckin’ fun.” — A New York reporter

“On the big day, my husband [a journalist] had to go to work immediately. He was covering the story all day and all night. I was sent home from work. I was glued to the television all day, dialing the numbers of all my relatives in New York (I’m from there originally), and of course getting through to no one. I was scared and alone and panicking.

“I called up my boyfriend — Do I have to use the word ‘lover’? It’s so cheesy — who was also sent home from work. We went to a local Chili’s, drank gin-and-tonics and watched the TV. Then we got a hotel room together and in between making love, we watched the events unfolding on the TV.

“So basically I used the day off as an excuse to get a hotel room with my boyfriend. But the truth is I was scared and devastated by the events and it felt right to spend it with someone I loved.

” I’ve never told anyone this and it feels great to finally let it out. Especially since I know for the rest of my life that every year when 9/11 comes I’ll think of how I spent it having sex with my secret boyfriend. I don’t regret doing it, though.” — Texas woman, name, age and occupation withheld

“I volunteered downtown for a few weeks right afterwards with a group of actors. They put me in a coffee shop. Most of the people were doing it as a social outing, a way to get publicity, a way to make themselves important. There was a lot of talking on the cell phone. There were a lot of propositions. A 21-year-old national guardsman proposed to me.

“It was there where I started to hate cops and firemen. The cops in the middle of the night were kind and friendly and appreciated the coffee and the food and the company. We all shared being freaked out together. But come daybreak? A bunch of fat cops throwing our food around because it wasn’t good enough — we didn’t have skim milk for coffee, or it wasn’t the right kind of bread.

“I’m sure some people treat service people that way, but it was beyond my comprehension — especially while they talked, not quietly, about retiring because they were making so much overtime and their pensions were based on their previous year’s earnings. All while we stood out there all night for free making them hot coffee and soup.

“And really, what’s all this shit about the fireman being heroes? That’s their job, to be heroes. That’s why they signed up. Once a month you go run into a burning building and grab a cat and the rest of the time you sit in the firehouse and play cards.

“I used to think all firemen were hot. I now think they are slimy. At least four times last October I was in a bar where a fireman was so forward and sleazy, saying things like ‘It’s been so hard. You can’t believe it’ while pawing me. I’m sure his buddy who died running into a building on fire would feel vindicated by this slimeball getting laid, but I’m not going to participate.” — Anne, 31, an advertising sales manager in New York

“I hated the New York Times profiles of all the deceased. It’s just that everyone they wrote about — all 2,000 people — were depicted as really nice, really devoted parents who came home every night at 5 p.m. to make dinner, play with the kids, never missed a soccer game, and proposed to their girlfriend in a really sweet, creative way. I would read these profiles every day and think, yeah right. Was everyone in the WTC a super amazing person? Someone who worked there must have been an asshole.” — Female reporter at a major business magazine

“‘Throw him/her in the rubble,’ became the standard response to annoying people for months to follow. Easily the worst [reaction], though, was the dramatic reenactment performed by me and two of my friends a couple of days after the attacks, but you’d kinda have to see it to believe it. Suffice it to say, when my two friends, playing the towers, were hit and collapsed, I stayed on my knees flapping my arms: Yep, Building 7 on fire. Pretty shameful.” — New York book editor, 29

“Since I tend to be self-referential, I read [the New York Times’] ‘Portraits of Grief’ — at least the early ones, the ones in September and October, when there were more details about the deaths — as object lessons in why one should never aspire to be a model employee. So here’s what I learned and took to heart:

“* Come in late — and never come in early just to make up the time if you have to leave early. (Several people died this way.)

“* Run errands on company time — preferably in the morning. (See above: That’s what saved some workers.)

“* Never come back a day early from vacation so you can take a day off in the future. (The way one mom did: She came back so she could be off for Halloween. It would have been better for her to call in sick on the 31st.)

“* After you give notice, never tell your boss you’ll stick around until they find someone (as the pastry chef for Windows on the World did). — A 46-year-old magazine editor in New York

“I know it’s not PC right now to be sick of flag waving and ‘God Bless America,’ but I really, really am. I just feel like the whole thing has been cheapened by our culture’s saturation of patriotism.” — Network news producer, 29, in New York

“Where is the acknowledgment that this was not a ‘cowardly’ attack on ‘civilization’ or ‘liberty’ or ‘humanity’ or ‘the free world’ but an attack on the world’s self-proclaimed superpower, undertaken as a consequence of specific American alliances and actions? How many citizens are aware of the ongoing American bombing of Iraq? And if the word ‘cowardly’ is to be used, it might be more aptly applied to those who kill from beyond the range of retaliation, high in the sky, than to those willing to die themselves in order to kill others.” — Susan Sontag, in the Sept. 24 issue of the New Yorker

“Former mayor Rudolph Giuliani transformed from a crazed, intolerant zealot into a sensitive and compassionate leader. Wasn’t his new subdued personality just the effect of his cancer medication?” — An editor and writer in New York who served at least 2,000 meals and helped about 600 families file relief claims between September and New Year’s

“I was upset that Bush would get an undeserved boost in popularity. I also worried that support for valuable domestic programs would be diverted to the war effort.” — 29-year-old lawyer from Arlington, Va., on her initial thoughts after the attack

“The day of 9/11, [my friend and I] spoke frequently, as we always did, being that we were inseparably close. The next day she called and said that she was walking in her neighborhood and some ‘Indians wearing saris’ were walking down the street and she spit on them — it was her patriotic duty. I was stunned. She continued to say that everyone at [her company] felt the way she did: that Indians were responsible and that they should all be sent back to their home countries.

“I tried explaining that India is predominantly Hindu and at that point they thought the terrorists were extreme Muslims from Afghanistan. She didn’t seem to care at all. Incidentally, we no longer speak.” — Soozan Baxter, a 27-year-old Indian woman, who has since moved out of New York, recalling her close friend, a graduate of Stanford University

“We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity” — Ann Coulter, in a Sept. 14, 2001, column that focused on the death of Barbara Olson, wife of the U.S. solicitor general, Ted Olson

“If I see someone come in that’s got a diaper on his head and a fan belt [wrapped] around [it], that guy needs to be pulled over and checked.” — Rep. John Cooksey, R-La., speaking to a network of Louisiana radio stations. On Sept. 20, he retracted the statement. “I chose the wrong words,” he said, according to media accounts.

“The ACLU has got to take a lot of blame for this. I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People for the American Way — all of them who have tried to secularize America — I point the finger in their face and say, ‘You helped this happen.'” — The Rev. Jerry Falwell, in a Sept. 13 appearance on “The 700 Club.” He later apologized for making the statement.

“There is a God — Barbara Olson is dead.” — unattributed

“I sort of felt, hey, they finally caught up to us. All the dirt the U.S. has thrown finally came back around to kick us hard where it hurts.” — Dave Elsaesser, 28, a work-readiness instructor at a San Francisco nonprofit

“I had a thought, when it first happened — the kind of conspiracy thoughts that liberal college students have who studied poli sci and read too much about Nicaragua or Colombia — that maybe the Americans let it happen so that they could use it as a tool to get serious in Iraq. Then the buildings fell and all the liberal poli sci hippie stuff drained out of my body and for the first time ever I felt, kill them all. — Anne, the New York advertising sales manager previously quoted

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About the writer Damien Cave is a senior writer for Salon.

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Forbidden thoughts about 9/11: The readers respond

From “It was only white people” to hoping to get a 212 cell phone number to “I hope my father died,” readers share their secret reactions to Sept. 11.

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Sept. 11, 2002 | Last week, in a story about the forbidden thoughts that crept or leapt into the minds of otherwise polite Americans as they heard about the attacks on Sept. 11, or the events that followed the disaster, we invited readers to reveal their own quiet heresies via email. Hundreds of readers wrote, and a selection of their responses are printed below.

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I knew a guy who narrowly escaped getting hit by a falling body. The first e-mail he sent out, two hours later, was, “Hey, how do we get ahold of all the new 212 cell numbers that’ll be available?”

I had another friend who watched the towers go down from Brooklyn, didn’t know what to do to get out his sudden rage against Arabs, so he opened his refrigerator and started throwing out all his Middle Eastern food, yelling as he tossed items one by one into the garbage: “Fuck this baba ghanoush! We don’t need their fucking pita bread!” I won’t even tell you what he did to the hummus.

— Name withheld

My husband and I were playing Jenga afterward. When the Jenga collapsed, I shouted “North Tower.” Then the second round of the game, we shouted, “South Tower.” Now we don’t call it Jenga anymore. We call it North Tower.

— Marisa

For the first month, every time they would show a picture of Osama bin Laden on television, I couldn’t help but think that his face looked so sweet and kind. I kept thinking there had to be some mistake because he kinda reminded me of my dad’s side of the family, who are all such gentle and loving people. Interestingly enough, I got over that. Now every time I see him, I want to kick his bony ass up and down the street.

— Amanda E.., an Iranian woman in New York

When I heard there was a terror attack downtown, I hoped the situation would degenerate into urban guerrilla warfare. I was really psyched to go out and kick some Islamist ass.

— Dave Gottlieb, student

At the time, my first thought was, “Holy shit. That’s badass. I wonder what their ideology was. Hopefully they weren’t Muslims.”

— Name withheld

I worked at a prominent chain of sex stores. On Sept. 11, I worked there all day, and as weirdo after weirdo came in, oblivious to the fact that hijacked airplanes had just crashed into and destroyed American landmarks and killed thousands of people (at that time, people were guessing up to 50,000 plus), I thought, Godammit. Of all the times to be on commission at a fucking sex store …

— Tim Link

In the days and weeks that followed the attacks I found myself worrying about the rescue dogs that were working the site. There were reports in the media almost daily about injuries to the dogs (and in some cases deaths) and I found myself wondering if it was really that important to recover things like concrete splashed with the victim’s DNA.

— Name withheld

I watched from my window, not on television, as the twin towers fell. As shocked as I was, I felt that this was not my problem as a black person. The people who worked at the World Trade Center were mostly white men, and so they had nothing to do with me as a black woman.

When there was an outpouring of grief and donations from every corner of the United States, I said to myself, If those planes had flown into a housing project and the victims were poor blacks and Latinos, people in Missouri wouldn’t give a damn. When I heard that there had been over $1 billion in private donations, I asked myself where was this money before? Why hadn’t it been donated to help the homeless, children who do not have access to an education, people who do not have access to healthcare? Here we have people rushing to write checks to people whose families will be taken care of by insurance or their employers.

To me, 9/11 was just another example of the American paradigm of deservedness and white entitlement. We are not all Americans; the white investment banker, the white fireman, the white police officer, the white EMT, they are Americans.

— Name withheld

There’s always been a joke among African-Americans about black folks and white folks during a disaster. My father was quick to point out a black woman who had managed to get out of the towers when she was actually on a floor above where the plane hit and she was still trying to get out of downtown when the reporter stopped her.

The fact that tons of white people just stood there near the towers looking before they fell cracked him up. It confirmed the stereotype of white folks never thinking anything is ever going to happen to them. And since black people are used to fucked-up crap happening to them all the time they were trying to get the hell out of there.

Of course I spotted a few African-Americans looking lost. My dad just said that they’ve been around white people too damn long. Real black folks run.

— Name withheld

My father was one of those people who was supposed to be in the city that day but didn’t go in that morning due to a freak coincidence. I hate him.

I wish he’d died in the attacks, because then memorializing him would have been easy. I wouldn’t have ever had to hate him again because he would have been one of the people lost in 9/11. As we waited to get in touch with him, I prayed we’d never find him. No one knows this.

— Name withheld

What cheeses me off the most about the Sept. 11 attacks is that it gave Americans a newer, better reason to be narcissistic. Before they were just (in their own eyes) the world’s No. 1 providers of liberty, entertainment and industry. Now they’re the world’s No. 1 victims, too.

— Name withheld

Dubya should write Osama a thank-you note. Remember the campaign slogan “I’m a uniter, not a divider”? Osama got the job done for him.

— Paul Lorentz

“Well, I guess Gary Condit’s relieved.”

–overheard by Josh Anderson, 30, Arlington, Va., during the week of 9/11

2001 was a great year for me; I hated the twin towers and I hated the Taliban and now they’re both gone!

— Lesbian feminist from Greenwich Village

I love to watch the footage, over and over. I’m looking forward to the anniversary just because the videos will be played again. People claim they don’t like to see the images, but I don’t believe it for a second. I was sorry I missed footage of people jumping, because you just don’t see that too often and that is rarely replayed.

— Graphic artist, 41, Chicago

A friend of mine noted, as all the flag bumper stickers and crap started getting slapped up all over houses, cars and work cubbies, that some people weren’t even really sticking the stickers on their cars — they were scotch-taping them to the inside of their car windows. It was as if they knew that their surge of patriotic feeling would fade, and they wouldn’t want to be left looking like a hick with the stupid flag sticker left on their car. Totally cynical, but I think that’s true.

— Maggie, Massachusetts

I’ll admit my first thought was, Thank God, I won’t have to hear [name withheld] bitch about her marriage anymore. Her husband worked in the WTC and they were on the road to a messy divorce. Of course, then I spoke to my friend, who was now the proud widow of a martyr — and has since claimed full benefits. The hypocrisy of her attitude, especially as she spoke about him in the reverent tone normally reserved for saints when he was once known as TB (short for ‘The Bastard’), nearly made me physically ill.

While I no longer associate with her, mutual friends have told me she now claims they had a storybook romance — sure, if the author is Jackie Collins.

— Name withheld

The deification of firefighters was the result of guilt. Most white-collar people never think of blue-collar workers at all or dismiss them as insignificant. When yuppies realized that firefighters would brave flames to save their sorry, self-centered lives they suddenly became ridiculously reverential. There is no convert like a new convert.

— Name withheld, New York

“Oh, it started before 9. The casualties will be investment bankers.”

— Name withheld, on a first thought noting that banking is one of the few professions in NYC that gets going before 9 a.m.

My husband, a rather spiritual and caring person, truth be told, was incredibly pissed at how the reaction to the attacks messed up sports for the next week. Florida (his team) was supposed to play Tennessee in football the next weekend. It was, of course, canceled, and played closer to the end of the season. Florida lost, and lost the chance to be national champions as a result.

He’s convinced that if they’d played Tennessee when they were supposed to, they would have won … yada yada. He still talks about it.

— Name withheld

When the towers started collapsing and all chaos broke loose, I felt actual excitement. Here was an event that broke banality. Finally, here was something meaningful. I had grown so tired of the meaningless fluff our continent had become so enamored with. Here was an issue of raw emotions. I was glad that this was happening to snap people back into reality, to snap them back to mortality. My last sinful thought was that of genocide — lets just send nuclear missiles to all of the Middle East and let it be done once and for all.

— Name withheld

9/11 was three days before my wedding on 9/14. Honestly, my first selfish thought upon learning that all the airports would be closed until further notice was, now my mom and the rest of my family would not be able to attend. We held the wedding anyway, with half the guests, and no one felt like dancing or celebrating.

I still feel a little used by that, especially since my first anniversary will be eclipsed by one-year later specials and flag wavers.

— Aubrey Wilder, 25

On 9/11/01, I just kept going out to stare up at the sky. It was so quiet and empty — and yes, actually beautiful — without jets and vapor trails everywhere. What corner of Antarctica will I have to visit to to see another completely empty sky from horizon to horizon?

— Name withheld

As a good Oberlin College alumni, I was horrified by my own cowardice in the face of 9/11 and its fallout. I wanted to be safe, at any cost. I thought that maybe me and my progressive friends had it wrong, had always had everything wrong, that we should go forth and bomb and destroy and invade and do whatever necessary to guard “our way of life,” a phrase I have always hated.

Also, in thinking about the possible end of the world, one of the thoughts I was most upset by went something like this: “FUCK. If we’re all barricaded in bunkers we won’t be able to go to the movies anymore.”

— Lisa B., 34, writer and professor

I played the part, of course; I expressed the mandatory shock, outrage and sadness while watching events unfold with co-workers. I was, in outward appearence, the very picture of solemnity and sympathy. Inside, though, I was excited. I got the same weird sense of roller-coaster joy I do when a hurricane comes up the coast or a blizzard shuts down the city. In the chaos of the initial reports, I found myself disappointed to find out that some of the early reports of additional targets being hit were erroneous.

As the second tower collapsed, I found myself with a terrible sense of satisfaction. It was almost like, somewhere deep in the parts of my soul that don’t see the sun, I was rooting for the event to be even bigger — for it to cut so deeply through the banality of daily life, that things would never be the same. I suspect I am not alone. Whether it’s shark attacks, wars, school shootings or child abductions, something in human nature gives people a sick thrill in such horrific voyeurism. That’s what drives the infotainment industry we like to call the nightly news. In the Civil War, spectators went out to watch the battle.

Until fairly recently, watching public executions was regular entertainment for the masses. Few have the guts to admit it publicly, but we’re all monsters.

— Michael Middleton

I was an EMT at the time as well, and I remember the frustration and rage at how the Emergency Medical Technicians were getting nothing in the way of kudos or hero worship or anything. No, it was firemen-this and firemen-that and think of all those poor lost firemen. Statues and commemorations and speeches, lord the speeches — EMTs and firemen are two very different beasts!

Stop mentioning just the one of them! I’m sick and tired of the goddamn heroic firemen! In the secret depths of my soul, I think they get all the attention because they have spiffier uniforms.

— Katharine, college student, Bryn Mawr, Pa.

I’m a college debater and the topic last year (decided in August) was international terrorism. What I kept thinking all day was, Damn, my research is completely useless. Those assholes!

— Name withheld

I started a doomed business last year and at the time of the attacks I was two months behind on my mortgage and facing foreclosure on my house. Somehow, mixed in with fears concerning WWIII, attacks on the West Coast, and the welfare of my New York friends, my mind kept saying, Maybe my mortgage company was in one of the towers. The thought was accompanied by this involuntary, gleeful little zing of hope. Maybe the records were destroyed. Zing. I might not have to pay my mortgage for years until they sort this out. Zing.

— Name withheld

When the planes hit … and when it was clear that they were planes bound for L.A. … and when it was clear that a massive conflagration had ensued in the towers … I reached for my calculator. This is a chemistry class thermodynamics problem, went my illicit, cold, train of thought. I use a TI-83 graphing calculator. I used it in my calculus classes at an Ivy League school.

I used it in my chemistry and physics classes there too. I got A’s in the classes. Calorimeter problem, I thought; the carbon-hydrogen bonds of that jet fuel are breaking like crazy, releasing energy like crazy, raising the temperature like crazy … I began to think about the contribution that the rakelike penetrating crash into steel could make to increasing the surface-to-volume ratio of the fuel tank’s contents — and therefore exposure to vaporization and combustion. More C-H bonds breaking simultaneously. Yes, the temperature (delta T in the equation) would render the temperature in the container one that would make solid steel into molten steel.

And then there were the people. I set about calculating the number of people who could be expected to have arrived at work in the towers, the number descending the stairs upon the first plane hit, the rate at which they could walk the stairs in an orderly fashion below the affected floors and the timing of the melting of the towers. Conclusion: that the numbers gone would be the number of people at work on time on a sunny, bright Tuesday in September that would surely have beckoned some to stay in bed with legs happy, moving against deliciously crisp sheets, breathing a late summer breeze through the window … or to go buy corduroys and a work of fiction … or to escape to the Catskills … or to get to work early to turn over a new leaf. Yes, about 3,000 would be gone.

Calculating morbid stuff: It’s cold, it’s utilitarian, throws Kantian ethic to the wind, reduces people to numbers … and is very pragmatic if we want to stop and think about what is going on. As Congress sang and swayed, I hit numbered buttons.”

— Jen

Within 12 hours of the tragedy, it occurred to me that they’ll never, ever show that great episode of the “The Simpsons” where the family goes to New York and Homer has to take a whiz in the World Trade Center.

— Daniel Price, 31-year-old writer, born in Manhattan, corrupted in Los Angeles

I was really annoyed with people saying, “I could have been there, blah blah.” You weren’t, so stop dwelling on it.

— Meredith, 25, public relations executive in Washington

The night of Sept. 10 I had an amazing one-night stand with a hot, swarthy Middle Eastern man. I lived in Battery Park City at the time. The next morning, we gazed at my spectacular view of the World Trade Center. The last thing I said to him was, “The R train? Just walk toward those two towers.” Fifteen minutes later the first plane struck. I spent the whole day thinking (among other things), He did say he was Israeli, right? I didn’t just fuck a terrorist, did I? I hope he made it out!

— Female, 30, from New York

Sept. 12 I heard some people talking about the different state quarters. Shuffling through their pockets they pulled out a few and noted that the New York quarter had a picture of the Statue of Liberty on it. “Heh, heh, lucky they didn’t put a picture of the twin towers on it,” one said.

— Name withheld

Being largely ignorant of which businesses were located in the WTC, I searched the Web with faint hope that any of my various credit card or student loan debt records might have been destroyed.

— Name withheld

Q: What’s Osama bin Laden’s favorite football team?

A: The New York Jets.

— Terry Forte, who says the joke was conceived on Sept. 12

So, I remember feeling that people who weren’t from New York were assholes. That they were interested in fetishizing my memories. Total strangers were probing deeply into the most terrifying experiences of my life and I hated them for it. Even my tears would not stop their questions. Even with my tears they could never understand.

–Aimee Dawson, of Brooklyn, N.Y.

This is just another reason for people on the East Coast to feel more important than the rest of the country.

— Name withheld

The people on Flight 93 were not goddamn “heroes” or “warriors,” they were passengers on the wrong plane. If I have to hear about Todd Beamer and “Let’s roll” one more time I am going to puke.

— Houghton

During the whole awful day, I was kind of excited that something had finally happened for MY generation so I didn’t have to listen to my grandparents bitch about Pearl Harbor endlessly and ask why doesn’t my generation get some direction.

— Todd VanDerWerff

The first thing I did when I saw the first tower fall on 9/11 was whoop and holler with joy. I know for a fact that there were federal law enforcement agents in the WTC (including FBI and Customs). My family and I were victimized by the feds for a victimless crime in the past. I am an American citizen, but I hoped that as many of them would die as possible.

I’m really disgusted by Lisa Beamer, professional widow. First of all, she allowed herself to be used by the Bush administration less than a week after her husband’s death by appearing at Bush’s speech. That totally horrified me that she could go and wave to the cameras (all the while looking frail and injured, yet calm and self-possessed) and her husband had just died! And she’s continued to take advantage of every media opportunity and now she’s written a book!!!!

You know, there are lots of things I’d like to be famous for, but having a dead hero husband isn’t one of them. That’s one situation I wouldn’t take advantage of!

— Name withheld

For nearly every single day since Sept. 11, 2001, I’ve been saying, “When’s the other shoe going to drop?” The dirty secret that I’ve never revealed to anyone is that there’s a part of me that actually wants it to drop. Rationally, not really — I’ve got family and friends who would be in serious danger if something happened in our major cities.

But the little devil on my shoulder keeps saying, “Come on already, let’s get this fucking apocalypse OVER WITH.” I mean, there are times when I’d almost feel relieved if something happened — it would be better than this awful waiting accompanied by an overwhelming sense of looming doom.

— Female writer, living in Texas

I work in central New Jersey and live very near the New Jersey entrance to the Holland Tunnel. I take the train to work and once the towers went down, you couldn’t ride a train toward New York, even if you were going to get off before reaching the city.

A guy in a cubicle near mine offered to give me a ride, but there was a sign up that the highways going toward the city were closed too. I had no way to get home.

Our human resources department reserved a block of hotel rooms for employees who were stuck. I appreciated the room, but the hotel wasn’t very nice and sheets felt like sandpaper. I was very annoyed at the hotel for forcing me to sleep naked between uncomfortable sheets.

— Name withheld

The Sept. 11 attacks, and the interest rate drops that followed, allowed me to move into a house with a very affordable mortgage. The thing I’ve never told anyone was that day all I could think was, This is got to cause the economy (and rates) to drop, and now I can finally get out of the apartment. The thing I’m even more ashamed of: In the weeks that followed I sometimes thought to myself, Now if only another attack happens, I’ll be riding the lowest interest rates in the last hundred years.

— Name withheld

The Friday night before 9/11, I met a girl at a party and got her phone number. On Monday the 10th, we made a date to go to a party on Thursday the 13th. She called me on 9/11 to make sure I was OK, and we kept our date. We ended up going out four or five nights a week for the next month, having a glorious time, enjoying wonderful sex, and laughing a lot.

There was a true sense of freedom and peace after 9/11; that media crap about all New Yorkers coming together was real, and it made the city a really nice place to live, and a great place for romance. Plus, it was terribly exciting to know that I was living in the middle of history. For the rest of my life, when I look back on being in New York during and after 9/11, I’ll remember having some of the best times of my life.

— Noah Tarnow, freelance editor in New York

We were living in D.C., but it didn’t really faze us that terrorists had hit our very own city. We attempted to go to the movies where a homeless man kindly told us that no movies were being shown that day; grudgingly ate at the only food establishment open –Taco Bell — and ended up renting Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson Lee’s staged X-rated extravaganza. We did the nasty all day (no thanks to Tommy and Pam), convincing ourselves that what we were doing was life affirming. And it was.

— Name withheld

My sister moved to Brooklyn on the night of Sept. 10. On the morning of the 11th, she and her best friend coped the best way they knew how: They climbed to their roof with a bottle of tequila, watched the towers burn, and toasted the day with a black-humor contest. Whoever could think of the grimmest, ugliest, most horrifying joke would win.

My sister called out, “To an unobstructed view of lower Manhattan!” and tossed off her tequila. The winning toast turned out to be, “To employment opportunities in the New York Fire Department!”

— Ivy

I frantically called a friend’s cellphone in lower Manhattan. An elementary school teacher, he was evacuating students when I rang. He was in sight of the just fallen towers. He said, “When the radio played ‘It’s Raining Men’ this morning, I didn’t realize they were serious.” When I reminded him of this charming comment some months later, he didn’t remember making it.

— Robert O’ Shaughnessy, Washington

On Friday Sept. 14, I was in a shopping mall getting some last-minute items for a vacation trip the following day. I had mixed feelings about taking the trip, but it was too late to change the dates. On my way out I saw two people walking through the mall carrying candles, and I saw three others standing outside as I left. I held my tongue, but what I really wanted to say was, “You’re deeply moved by the recent events, and the only place you can think of to share your grief is a shopping mall? Why not go to the church or house of worship of your choice? Or maybe the mall is your house of worship?”

Driving home, I saw a bunch of people on a busy street corner. One of them was waving a big American flag and people were trying to get drivers to honk their horns. It was all I could do to keep from rolling down the window and shouting: “Thousands of people lost their lives, and you’re acting like your team just won the World Series.”

— Mitch Hellman

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About the writer Damien Cave is a senior writer for Salon.

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Softbank May Have Trouble Leaving Net Bubble Behind Sat Aug 17, 3:50 PM ET

By Eriko Amaha

TOKYO (Reuters) – Japan’s Softbank Corp. ( news – web sites), an ambitious high-tech powerhouse that has reinvented itself more often than Madonna ( news – web sites), may find it hard to exit troubled stock market and banking ventures as it recasts its fortunes yet again.

Softbank has sold off many of its Internet venture holdings since the dot-com bubble burst, but it may not be so easy to pull out of its money-losing Nasdaq Japan venture, analysts said, despite an expected exit by the U.S. Nasdaq Stock Market.

Similarly, government officials appear to be pressuring Softbank not to sell its 49 percent stake in Aozora Bank, even though Softbank badly needs funds for its nascent business providing high-speed Internet access.

“The risk is that if the Japanese financial authorities say Softbank should not easily give up something like Nasdaq Japan which serves the public interest, Softbank has to keep the exchange running even if it loses money,” said Makoto Ueno, a senior analyst at Daiwa Institute of Research.

So far, Softbank is insisting it will stick with the Nasdaq Japan venture, set up with the U.S. Nasdaq and other brokerage firms at the peak of the Internet bubble in 1999.

Softbank’s stake in Nasdaq Japan was called into question when local media reported on Wednesday that the U.S. Nasdaq planned to withdraw from the venture. Steep operating costs had forced the U.S. entity to write down investments in Nasdaq Japan, snarling its plan to create a global 24-hour trading system.

Although some analysts said Softbank’s exposure to Nasdaq Japan could remain limited to its investments in capital, others voiced concerns that Softbank may have to shoulder possible future costs to keep the bourse going.

Nasdaq Japan said it had an accumulative loss of 5.2 billion yen ($44.37 million) at the end of last year. Capital for Nasdaq Japan has been boosted to 4.16 billion yen from an initial 600 million yen, and Softbank, which owns 43 percent of Nasdaq Japan, has pitched in its portion.

The U.S. Nasdaq Stock Market wrote down $20.1 million — $15.2 million for such items as outstanding and unfunded loans and foreign exchange losses, and $4.9 million for the costs of hatching a developmental trading platform.

A Softbank spokeswoman said the company has invested only capital and not extended any loans to Nasdaq Japan.

But given that the bourse is unlikely to become profitable any time soon amid a global downturn in equity markets, and with no potential buyers around, Softbank’s stake in Nasdaq Japan remains a concern for investors.

“Softbank is now in a phase where it needs money. They have been trying to liquidate any assets they can to get cash,” said Jiro Izumi, an analyst at Tokyo-Mitsubishi Securities.

DASHED HOPES

Softbank, which has gone from software distributor to computer systems integrator to Internet incubator in the two decades since its founding, is now trying to leave the dot-com bubble behind by shifting its focus to high-speed communications.

Softbank has said it is considering selling its 49 percent stake in Aozora, created from the ashes of failed Nippon Credit Bank to provide funding to small and mid-sized businesses. It bought the holding two years ago for about 100 billion yen.

Masayoshi Son, the founder and president of Softbank, said in June that his company was studying the possibility of a sale following a change in Japanese banking laws in April.

Softbank had agreed with other shareholders to hold the Aozora Bank stake for at least two years after its purchase in August 2000, he said.

But here again, Softbank’s sale of the Aozora stake may face hurdles.

Financial Services Minister Hakuo Yanagisawa said a sale would call into question Softbank’s sense of responsibility as an investor with long-term commitment.

Officials at the top banking regulator, the Financial Services Agency, have also expressed resistance toward letting a fund become a bank’s majority stakeholder for fear of destabilizing the bank’s management if too much emphasis is put on quick capital gains.

Aozora this month said it was on track to meet its half-year operating profit target of 15 billion yen, after posting 7.4 billion yen for the first quarter.

However, it said it still had 469.7 billion yen in bad debts at the end of June, compared with 489.6 billion yen at the end of March.

In the past year, Softbank has been divesting its holdings in several high-profile companies including U.S. Internet firm Yahoo Inc and E*Trade Group Inc to shed its outstanding debt.

But concerns about Softbank’s cash flow and uncertainty over its businesses have been weighing on the company’s shares.

The stock hit a lifetime low last week when the Nasdaq debacle burst onto the scene. On Thursday, Softbank shares closed up 5.96 percent at 1,245 yen, rebounding after a two-day fall, while the Nikkei 225-share average put on 1.63 percent.

($17.18 yen)

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Escape From Silicon Valley

As I stared up from under the sweat-soaked crown of my badly scarred goalie mask I saw the opposing line take shape around centre ice: Sun Microsystems¹ CEO Scott McNealy, flanked by San Jose Sharks wingers Scott Thornton and Matt Bradley. Only in Silicon Valley would a CEO stack the roster of his company hockey team with NHL prospects. Sun, as a major sponsor of San Jose Arena and the Sharks, usually had no problem recruiting ³ringers² during the off-season.

But the daunting prospect of facing the now superbly stacked Sun Dukes (with their alluringly cute Java ³Duke² logos proudly portrayed on their jerseys) was the least of my problems. In fact, having two-pound pieces of rubber hurtled toward me 40 or 50 times over the next hour was a welcome relief from the more inescapable punishment of daily life in Silicon Valley.

I first moved to the Valley with the prospect of eternal dot-com glory and visions of stock-option-supported sugarplums dancing in my head. As a young, underpaid, underappreciated employee at a big telecom company in Canada I was an outsider, looking in on a technological revolution as my peers in their khakis and Kenneth Coles marched on to early retirement.

I was recruited by all of the biggies: Netscape, Cisco, Sun, Yahoo. In the end I went with Cisco because I thought they were changing the world and because I thought that their future was secure. With my NAFTA work visa in hand I hopped a plane to the Bay Area and reunited with my furniture a few months later in the suburbs of San Jose (which itself is a suburb).

Cisco greets its employees every morning in more than 30 nearly identical buildings that shun all known schools of architecture and design. The parking lots are littered with the signifiers of any successful startup ­ on rainy days you can walk from building to building on the hoods of Mercedes, Lexus, and Porsche automobiles and never get your feet wet. That is not to say that you ever have to, mind you, because rain in Silicon Valley is as hard to come by as property.

On the subject of property, it took me several weeks to locate an apartment, in a characterless gated community located in the ³Golden Triangle², an area of San Jose known for its high property costs and higher traffic. Once I finally found a home, I was sucked into a beauty contest and bidding war with other potential occupants, each vying for the affection of the property manager. After reviewing my banking and investment history, my employment terms, my assets, and checking all of my references and previous landlords I was finally deemed worthy of residence in my new enclave. With a vacancy rate of less than 1%, finding a domicile in the Bay Area is an act requiring superhuman finesse, persistence, and extreme patience.

Once there, I began adjusting to the small frustrations of Silicon Valley life: endless commutes, infuriating airports, freeway drivers with severe behavioral disorders, lineups for everything from the bathroom (think 5 guys for every girl) to the local Costco parking lot ­ all indignities associated with any city but amplified by the fact that the Bay Area, quite simply, has too many people.

All the while my life centered around the routine drudgery of technology workers in Silicon Valley ­ 12-16 hour weekdays were not uncommon, which left little time for much other than some MTV, email, and occasional sleep. The corporate environment, designed to immerse employees in a community of.. well.. work, encouraged employees to spend as much of their time as possible on the company campus through the provision of gym facilities, restaurants, free snacks and drinks, and even a company store.

The result of all of this is that so-called ³lifestyle workers² all but slept under the supervision of the company. This was a culture in which workers proudly proclaimed the abandonment of their families and personal interests in slavish devotion to The Company with pride. Weight gain, pallid complexion, and poor hygiene were worn as badges of honor and garnered muted respect among peers. After all, who had time for such frivolities?

Any moments of low self-esteem or mild depression were dispersed by unsolicited calls and emails from persistent recruiters. These scavengers were more often than not unable to conceal the fact that Boolean search terms had led them to my resume, rather than actual interest in connecting me to the right job. This too, was part of the equilibrium of Silicon Valley life.

I welcomed these New Values because, of all things, Silicon Valley workers are motivated by one, unifying cause: greed. After a year, greed took me from Cisco and into a whirlwind of startups as the valuations of such companies reached hundreds of times their earnings. We all bought into the vision that the illusory market would continue to drive our option growth forever ­ or at least for long enough for us to get out and buy our mandatory Boxster and retirement palace in Carmel-By-The-Sea. Frankly, for Valley workers, most of whom are under 30, it was a chance worth taking.

But then came March 2000. The cataclysmic downturn of the dot com economy (if it ever was one) brought with it more than its share of nervous anxiety. But the worker bees still believed in their Stock Market Prophets, who proclaimed that a bear market was a buying opportunity. We kept our noses to the grindstone, accepting the inconvenience of a delayed IPO. Boxster orders were placed on hold, but plans went ahead to redecorate the guest bedroom.

The days of reckoning came shortly before Christmas. The stock market, unsatisfied with their prior grumbling regarding unprofitable dot com companies, resorted to a sucker punch. Dot com companies, especially those without actual business plans, and their employees could no longer cling to fuzzy notions of early exits. They learned that it would be a long grind.

Silicon Valley is now a much different place. The $100,000.00 per month billboard ads touting online shopping sites, which flanked the 101 Freeway through the good times, have been replaced by those of boring, uncool infrastructure companies. The recruiters don¹t call as often and aren¹t as persistent.

I left in October, along with others who saw the writing on the wall. Collectively, we realized that the self-sacrifice was not sustainable, and the sacrifices without the reward carried the penalties of our youths. We emerge from the experience as seasoned veterans of Generation X¹s best opportunity to get what our parents got, and more. Some of us succeeded, some of us will try again.

Returning now, from my new, reasonably-priced home in the Hollywood Hills, is like arriving at the party after everyone has left, and being asked to clean up. The detritus of the dot com revolution still trudge down the 101 every morning and evening, still making the payments on the Land Rover, but the tone and the conviction is not the same.

The blind optimism is gone. For now, it¹s back to business.

-Ian/2001

Ian Andrew Bell is a technology consultant and writer living in Hollywood, CA. Reach him at scoop [at] ianbell [dot] com

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Looks like the uprising of consumers against the Music Industry has taken a fairly heavy blow. The Music Industry equivalents to Che Guevara and Fidel Castro have both been snapped up by legitimate companies with similarly legitimate (and legal) intentions.

http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/ap/20001102/tc/scour_sale_1.html http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/ap/20001102/tc/napster_2.html

As Bertelsmann (AKA BMG) moves into the MP3 realm with a subscription-based model, what is the significance of this for the industry? I think it’s too easy to cry foul and to discount these actions as the “end” of something which could have been better. Nobody’s selling out to the man, here.

BMG is in a much more solid position to deal with the RIAA (they are, after all, a member) and fend off the types of reactionary responses that have been coming from the industry so far. The subscription-based model being discussed is actually good for artists who, via ASCAP & BMI, would get compensated based upon their popularity and the number of transfers from within Napster.

What’s more, such a model points out more than ever before how the Record Label’s role as promoters and distributors of music is becoming quickly outmoded. Record labels do, however, have a role to fulfill.

I had dinner with a friend of mine, Adam Hurstfield, in Vancouver a couple of weeks ago who has achieved some success in the music industry as a producer. It occurred to me, during our conversation, how much his language is like my language — talk of investment, upside, and dealmaking. I realized then and there that record labels are the Venture Capitalists of the music industry. They sink the money to get the music produced, paying for studio time, pizza, and limos; and they help to push the artist to the next level — bigger financiers and bigger promoters, and bigger labels. Their investment should not go unrewarded.

But just as the VC business (who had heard of these guys before the 80s?) evolved out of the banking and finance industry, so boutique record producers (ie. indie labels) are spinning out of the music industry and driving margins and insane profits down. The result: a more equitable distribution of the profits among artists and producers on the up side; and fewer and less risky investments being made by the majors on the down side.

So the old problem remains: MTV and Radio are still the big dogs of the distribution and promotion model — and they suck. While MTV becomes more costly and more successful, and Radio becomes less and less profitable and undergoes consolidation, the window for programming creativity begins to close. Music is now “Researched” and “Tested” before making the playlist and Indie labels can’t break into this cycle because it’s too costly.

Now, along comes the internet not only as an alternative to Radio, but also to the CD store. Napster’s pretty cool these days, but it’s no MTV… and it doesn’t help out indie labels at all because there’s no effective device to return upstream revenue to the producer and the artist.. (in fact there’s no mechanism to return revenue to Napster, either). If anything, this exacerbates the problem: it’s the industry cannibalizing itself. And because it’s IP it’s NOT mainstream.

Napster may have made things even worse now, as it is today, because labels get more and more conservative as they fear that lower-threshold artists could get “Napsterized” and have pirated copies of a CD outstrip the sales in the store. In this light, Christina Aguilera becomes even more favourable because you can be dead certain that she’ll sell enough product to hit critical mass and pull way out ahead of the pirated and bootlegged material. So in an ironic way, Napster has made the music industry suck even more… and Napster is (even more ironically) ultimately dependent upon that industry to generate and promote content.

Now, for a recipe. Take 1 cup Napster, 1 cup MP3.com, 2 cups ASCAP/BMI, and stir:

http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20001102/tc/napster_ascap_dc_1.html

Build into the Peer-2-Peer model AND the centralized distribution model a subscription-based pricing model with upstream revenue to artists and producers through ASCAP and BMI, just like what has been in place for decades with Radio, and you’ve solved the problem. More powerfully, you have created an alternative medium to MTV and Radio that is self-sustaining, and which is more open and more free to inexpensive promotion by a more diverse range of musicians. And you’ve cut out all the fluff and margin that has made the music industry so polarized.

And now for my Buck Rogers vision of the future: If IP can spread far and wide enough that the internet distribution model, with its lower cost and greater diversity, Internet-based music srevices can begin to appeal to audiences more effectively and more widely than MTV and Radio. With that, you have ghettoized those two institutions and created a medium which is no longer alternative, but hopelessly mainstream — without all of the hangups of alternative media. Britney Spears has to get a day job as a hairdresser.

The difference between this vision and the original Napster vision? Nobody gets screwed. Audiences pay less for the music they want, artists get what they deserve every time, and labels don’t get to be greedy bastards anymore because there are no barriers to entry for new “Music VCs” to enter the game — money and creativity is the only ticket to ride. Record labels are forced to get big and stay big through diversity and breadth, not pushing cookie-cutter imitations and force-feeding Backstreet Boys onto every radio and TV station until we relent and head over to express.com to buy the CD.

One thing’s for certain: the Record Industry’s high times are numbered. But there’s a fundamental role that labels serve and should continue to serve. BMG should be commended for recognizing this and being brave enough to face it with vigor and creativity.

Napster was never meant to be. That should be obvious to anyone who knows what their revenues are. It’d be interesting to know what the Return On Investment was for the VCs that pumped cash into Napster, as a result of the deal.

Stay tuned for my post which theorizes that Napster was built-to-flip and that this “surprising” move of selling out to a major label was part of the plan, all along. Was Napster’s Luciferic logo intended to scare the industry into submission?

-Ian.