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Aug. 29th, 2001 11:35 pmI'm a prisoner in my aunt's house. It's a very comfortable prison, but I am not allowed to leave. If I open a door, the house alarm system will go off and I will have to explain to the police that yes, I belong in this house. No, I don't live here, I'm visiting my aunt. If I don't have my palm pilot on hand, they won't allow me to get it, and I will have to try to navigate the switchboard at Emory and hope they can connect me to her. I don't look forward to spending my vacation in an Atlanta jail, I'm far too pretty to stay there safely.
Well, that was a fun little story.
Besides, why would I want to leave? It's about 90 degrees outside according to the local news, and very muggy. Far better to enjoy the air conditioning, put some of my decks to the test before the tournament, and watch hundreds of cable channels. I watched most of Princess Mononoke today, until my aunt returned. I was torn between staying and seeing part of the city, and the city won out. We drove down to the Centennial Plaza, the largest new inner city park in the country. It was built for the Olympic games, and was a very resonant place. I watched the fountain show (and took pictures), read the names on the thousands of bricks on display. I found my grandfather's name on one of them, my aunt bought it for him. Just another way that he is immortalized. I also saw the area where the bomb went off. There were quotes from the Atlanta Journal - Constitution, the president of the Olympic Committee, and Bill Clinton. I could feel the resonance there too. My aunt was in the park when it happened, she said it felt her heart stopped for a moment. I stood and imagined what it must have been like: being hurled into the fountain, or hearing the boom and feeling the shock wave, of screams and panic. Today the place still stands, but the only thing I heard was the tricking of water through the rocks, the silence of the open field.
Pictures will follow, once I return to work.
It hit me today that this is the vacation I was looking forward to taking when I went to Montreal. A small gathering where I had the liberty to travel wherever I wished, to follow wherever inspiration and the spirit moved me. I'll be staying with Clay and visiting with my aunt (went to a pretty nice Japanese restaurant for dinner), but for the most part I'm traveling by myself. Not beholden on meeting people at certain times, able to explore where I want. I'm finding that things seem to stumble upon me for the good down here. I will have to follow my inspiration when I arrive at the convention. I think this will be my best trip down here yet.
Well, that was a fun little story.
Besides, why would I want to leave? It's about 90 degrees outside according to the local news, and very muggy. Far better to enjoy the air conditioning, put some of my decks to the test before the tournament, and watch hundreds of cable channels. I watched most of Princess Mononoke today, until my aunt returned. I was torn between staying and seeing part of the city, and the city won out. We drove down to the Centennial Plaza, the largest new inner city park in the country. It was built for the Olympic games, and was a very resonant place. I watched the fountain show (and took pictures), read the names on the thousands of bricks on display. I found my grandfather's name on one of them, my aunt bought it for him. Just another way that he is immortalized. I also saw the area where the bomb went off. There were quotes from the Atlanta Journal - Constitution, the president of the Olympic Committee, and Bill Clinton. I could feel the resonance there too. My aunt was in the park when it happened, she said it felt her heart stopped for a moment. I stood and imagined what it must have been like: being hurled into the fountain, or hearing the boom and feeling the shock wave, of screams and panic. Today the place still stands, but the only thing I heard was the tricking of water through the rocks, the silence of the open field.
Pictures will follow, once I return to work.
It hit me today that this is the vacation I was looking forward to taking when I went to Montreal. A small gathering where I had the liberty to travel wherever I wished, to follow wherever inspiration and the spirit moved me. I'll be staying with Clay and visiting with my aunt (went to a pretty nice Japanese restaurant for dinner), but for the most part I'm traveling by myself. Not beholden on meeting people at certain times, able to explore where I want. I'm finding that things seem to stumble upon me for the good down here. I will have to follow my inspiration when I arrive at the convention. I think this will be my best trip down here yet.
