for Folks in the Northwest (US)
Thread originally posted on the Aeclectic Tarot Forum on 04 Sep 2002, and now archived in the Forum Library.
| Umbrae |
04 Sep 2002 |
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On September 11th, on "Northwest Afternoon", 3-4pm Channel 4 KOMO in Seattle, they are having a 9-11 gig.
If you want to see what Umbrae really looks like, I will be one of their guests.
This show airs live.
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| cjtarot |
04 Sep 2002 |
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Hi..
I would love to see the clip..If you hear that they are showing it on the east coast..let me know..
What are you going to discuss as a guest.
Best wishes on the show..
Cj
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| jade |
04 Sep 2002 |
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oooh, then perhaps i can recognize you on the street!
jade
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| Pollux |
04 Sep 2002 |
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Hey I want to see too!!!
Just svae an AVI please, and post a place where we can find the scripts of your interview/intervention/whatever...
I'd love to see you and read what you said publicly on tv.
(wonder if you'll be as sharp and witty as you tend to be here...
Uff!!! I WANNA SEE THAT SHOW!!! :(:(:(:(:()
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| zorya |
04 Sep 2002 |
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i'll be sending you lots of positive energy for it! well.... maybe i'd better send it BEFORE the show ;)
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| Umbrae |
09 Sep 2002 |
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KING, Ch 5 and KOMO Ch 4 are also doing bits on the news (either Tuesday or Wednesday). Most likely local at 5 & 11.
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| Kaz |
09 Sep 2002 |
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we dont get these channels here :(
so, like pollux mentioned, save an avi file, i can upload it to webspace so we can all see you :)
(i cant convert video to avi, havent got the right hardwareand software, soz)
kaz
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| Umbrae |
09 Sep 2002 |
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AVI? I'll have it on tape.
Looks like the first one will air tonight.
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| Umbrae |
09 Sep 2002 |
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Monday: 5 at 5 (and most likely again at 11)
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| VGimlet |
10 Sep 2002 |
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I'll be watching. Sending some positive thoughts your way, too. :)
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| Mystick Dragon |
10 Sep 2002 |
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Say "hi" to me! And the dragons of course! At leat wave!
--Mystick Dragon
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| Poetlove |
10 Sep 2002 |
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Good luck with the show. It is hard to think that we are coming up on the one year, and still not much has changed.
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| Pollux |
10 Sep 2002 |
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I am so pissed, annoyed and irritated!!!!!!
I WANNA SEE THAT!!!!!!! :( :( :(
I don't care if this post is spamming... I just want to see that, and wont to repeat how PISSED I AM!!!
Please!!! Anyone who can, do something!!! :(
What is more that KING wants me to register!!!
Should I? If i do, what can I see through that?
UMBRAE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!
And all the other Europeans folks too of course (all hail Kaz, Queen of the Web! :))
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| Mystick Dragon |
10 Sep 2002 |
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So, is the station airing it tonight or tmorrow at 5 and 11?
--Mystick Dragon
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| jade |
10 Sep 2002 |
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umbrae,
instead of making us all sign up at that station, why don't you just post a coy of your essay?
jade
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| Umbrae |
10 Sep 2002 |
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Mystic: I know they will be airing it at 5, I do not know about 11 (although I imagine they will - they are putting much more effort into than KING 5 did). Also, NW Afternoon, KOMO 4 Live (3-4 pm).
Jade and Pollux: I would post the essay, but you would not get to see what I look like (remember all those 'what do you look' like threads). You do not have to supply accurate information, and you can post your bogus info here.
KOMO 4 will also be posting the same essay (but slightly updated), and perhaps they will not make you regiseter. I will supply the link when I get it.
Thank you all for your love and support.
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| Kaz |
10 Sep 2002 |
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sign up with some fake email and info, read the article.
as diana siad, its worth it.
edited to say that i can post everything here including photo if you want...
which has been done now
kaz
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| Kaz |
10 Sep 2002 |
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I finally made it home Wednesday the 19th of September.
As many of you know, at the end of August I was hired Morgan Stanley. On September 9, 2001, I flew to New York City for three weeks of training.
It was my first time in New York. My cab ride to the hotel on the Upper East Side took me past names and places I had only read or heard about.
Monday the tenth was the first day of class…there were 273 trainees on the sixty-first floor of the World Trade Center, Tower 2.
The view was breathtaking. To look down on New York harbor, the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island…Looking uptown to the Empire State building and the Chrysler building…Wow!
We left our first day of orientation in the pouring rain. I had time to toss a quarter over my shoulder into the churchyard of Trinity Church (across from the New York Stock Exchange) as per tradition (for luck), and rode a subway back uptown. I was ready. Bring on the learning!
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 class began at 7:30 with Philip Roth, chief technical analyst for Morgan Stanley. I was in my element. He spoke for a little over an hour. We had a break and were to resume at 9:00.
I got up to leave and have a cigarette. Had a bit of an argument with myself (Those voices in my head…) about taking my eyeglasses. “Take your glasses case, no just the sunglasses, take the case…Take your jacket with your cell-phone and palm…” Finally the Voice in my head screamed, “Go out NOW!”
Hey, I was just going out for a cig…so I put on my sunglasses and rode the elevators down 61 floors (ignoring the voices in my head).
I looked at my watch as I exited the south side of Tower 2. 8:48…Lots of time.
As I walked out onto the Liberty Street Plaza, a sound assaulted my ears. There was no visual frame of reference. It was a screaming roar that turned into a crash that turned into a basso profundo explosion. People screamed. I looked up.
Over the top of, and around the sides of Tower 2 was a fireball, smoke, and stuff. Stuff in the sky falls. No understanding, it was simply fight or flee mentality that took over.
In front of me in the plaza, there were large concrete planters to prevent terrorists from bombing the buildings. I ran for a gap. People were already bunched up there. I dodged to the left gap. Folks were running.
Ten or so feet to my left the cluster of people got through the gap, there were four or six of them…a large piece of something the size of a Volkswagen slammed into them…they disappeared…gone forever.
Off to my right brick size chunks of stuff were slamming into the sidewalk and exploding.
I ran leftish towards Building 4 that had a bit of an overhang. A tubular pedestrian barrier used by construction workers was in my way. I cleared it in a perfect hurdle (those of you who know me well can laugh at that one). A woman stood there next to the overhang, screaming, frozen. I spun her and slammed her into a corner covering our heads until the sound of falling stuff stopped.
Have you ever heard a dump truck empty a load of gravel? The sound of small stones raining on pavement? That was the sound. Glass, chunks of concrete, and steel, without the scraping off the bed of the truck sound. An evil rain of murder.
Flaming stuff, the tinkle of glass. Debris falling and littering the plaza.
The silence before the sirens.
A twisted metal (about 3’ x 8’) moebius strip lay smoking twenty-five feet away.
The sky was filled with papers, confetti of misfortune carried off in the wind.
I was unsure of what just happened. I just saw some folks die…but I had no idea what really happened.
I walked around Building 4, up the street a bit and climbed a raised plaza next to the Millennium Hotel.
And looked up at Tower 1.
The flames coming out the windows were all wrong. Something was not right about the fire itself.
Someone said a plane crashed into the building. I disbelieved it. A Cessna could not do that much damage.
The office buildings began to empty and the streets began to fill with the onlookers, workers, and folks on their way to work.
I tried to borrow a cell-phone but there was no signal. I needed to call my wife to tell her I was okay.
I milled about, I had no idea what to do…I looked for co-workers and smoked a cigarette. A jet was flying out over the harbor, framed in the blue sky.
I did not see it turn as it passed behind the burning, doomed Tower 1.
I did hear the roaring scream of the engines at full throttle as it slammed into Tower 2.
When you see the pictures on the television, the 767 that took off with 13,900 gallons of jet-fuel slam into the tower, I was on the opposite side. I could not have seen the plane. The explosion out the other side? It was right above me.
The roaring scream turned into a crash that turned into a huge explosion and the entire upper side of the building came out in a fireball towards me.
The fireball…the explosion…and the whole upper floors of the building coming out towards me…those were the floors I was just on 20 minutes ago.
But there was something else that you will never see on the television. You will never hear it. The made for TV movie will not get it right. It was the sound…
The roaring scream turned into a crash that turned into a huge explosion and the two hundred thousand people that had cleared their offices began to scream. And run. I shall always be haunted by the melding of the sounds, and the final scream of a city's humanity running in terror.
I said my favorite one syllable curse word.
There was no bravery, no heroics…Blind panic set in, and I ran with the crowd.
It was ugly. People were pushing. People were being trampled. Stuff falling out of the sky was taking its toll on people around me. The crowd took on a seething fluid quality finding the path of least resistance with the serpent’s survival mind.
I rode the crowd to a tree and stood behind the tree, holding on for dear life as the crowd parted around me.
to be continued in next post
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| Kaz |
10 Sep 2002 |
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Once again, an evil rain of murder was moving towards me. The debris of concrete, steel, busted up, blown apart God knows what was moving out and away from Tower 2, a swathe that laid waste to everything in it’s path, leaving nothing behind but blood and doom. I could hear the rain of terror (a clattering tattoo of debris) getting closer over the din of screaming, left the safety of the tree and rode the crowd again. I darted around a corner.
I had no idea what was occurring inside Tower 2. As far as I knew, my entire class of 273 trainees was dead.
I knew my glasses, blazer, cell-phone, and Palm were toast…And I had just witnessed hell…I was alone, and lost in Gotham.
I walked in circles around the canyons of Wall Street, I had no idea which way to go, no sense of direction…muttering “Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God”.
More confetti of anguish filled the air.
Dazed, confused, I tried to call Jan (my wife) and tell her I was all right. Phones were dead. Oh my God, I could not tell her I was alive!!!
I knew she would watch this on the television from three thousand miles away and not know…
I looked back at the Towers. I had a vision, clear as day, of the Towers tipping over, coming towards me. I knew it was a vision of what was to come. I also knew had had to be about a quarter of a mile away…and fast.
I began to ask directions north. I was given many different answers…
“North? What’s north?”
“Go that way.”
“No go that way.”
I wandered. Folks were gathered around cars with radios on. It was a hijacked jet (made sense)…”and there were two more up there”.
I was still close enough to Tower 2 when it went down to hear it, and feel the rumble in the street. My back was turned. I heard the noise. There were “Two more out there”. I ran for cover.
My walk north took me to the east river via Delancy Street (yeah, I crossed it), where I began to walk to the real north. Two Bond analysts took me under their wings, walked with me to Grand Central Station, and provided directions back to the Upper East Side.
It was almost five hours before I finally got a call through to Jan.
Many wives, husbands, sons and daughters would never get that call.
It would be a week before I would feel her arms around me again…and until that moment, I was not sure if my life was real.
Somewhere I lost my ring (pretty sure it’s buried in the rubble by the tree…).
I replaced my cell days later and got to hear all my messages of folks telling me to call them.
All my phone numbers were in my Palm. Although (the smart guy I am), I always have a hard copy extra…in my briefcase…. gone.
But I was alive. Traumatized, but alive.
Morgan Stanley occupied twenty floors of 2 World Trade Center. There were roughly three thousand eight hundred and seventy three employees there that Tuesday morning. All but thirteen are accounted for and safe. My entire class made it out safely.
They began an escape as soon as the first plane struck Tower 1.
I have a good friend who was on the 54th floor landing of the emergency exit of Tower 2 when the plane struck.
He had no idea that a plane had struck either tower until he exited the tower; he did know something was seriously wrong. By the time he made it to the 15th floor, they could smell smoke and kerosene (jet fuel).
Fourteen fellow Tower 2 survivors from my firm got on a chartered bus and headed west towards home. I noticed that the further west I headed, the more callus people were. By the time I got to Portland Oregon to see my sister, many folks had the attitude that it was something on television. I was told it was “unreal”. It was like a movie.
It was nothing like a movie. Not even close to television.
It was very real. They struck at our heart. They killed thousands of innocents in a single fell blow.
We have tried the peace bit for thirty years. It is never good enough, they always want more. I do believe we just got the wake-up call.
The world has changed. My life has changed.
Some say that I am blessed to be alive. I say that that implies that 6,330 were what…damned? Not blessed? Some were most likely far better and more honorable than I.
Nay, I am not blessed. I am simply a smoker, who got lucky.
Right now, I am simply glad to be at home with the love of my life…and my friends.
I get a second chance. That option was never provided for six plus thousand.
And that my friends is what made this act worse than any act of war…this goes beyond terrorism…this goes beyond the barbaric. The uninformed liberals of this nation who are barking false words and justifications for these actions should have been there. They should be helping instead of talking (which is very cheap).
Too much speech and not enough thought has transformed this country into a fat slovenly parking lot of inaction. Folks think they can protest and that protesting is action. Protesting is a waste of supposed action.
As I type this Hollywood fakes are trying to join the cause from a safe distance…”Give give give” they say.
I believe the final toll will be far more than six thousand. We have given.
Give back some of the millions we have given you over the years and stop using the deaths of innocents for your own publicity.
Most are pulling together. But there are a few…
Oh…By the way…I don’t think they’re finished with us.
I’m going to go hug Jan.
Dan Pelletier
Lynnwood, WA
September 21, 2001
The above remains unedited. The final death toll is currently estimated at slightly less than three thousand.
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| jade |
10 Sep 2002 |
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with shock, sorrow, amazement and grief i read your essay and i cry for all of those that didn't make it out alive as you did.
i look forward to meeting you umbrae............what a day you had! and week, and year.
love, forever,
jade
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| jade |
11 Sep 2002 |
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i just watched and umbrae did great. he was very articulate and they even had his wife say a few words about her experience and what changes she has seen in him.......which made him laugh :D
this is a sad day for me.
jade
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