Monday, July 19, 2010
No commercial interruption
Love this little Federal era house on East Capitol, tucked between two Victorian era houses. It has the sweetest garden, all wild flowers and grasses. Might be a little weird to live there, I'm not sure.
The morning of September 11, 2001, I was talking to my friend Jack on the phone. He is someone I've been friends with since 1980. On that particular morning, out of all the subjects we could have been discussing, we were talking about the Civil War, specifically we were pondering what kind of courage it takes to walk out onto a battlefield. How do people muster the willpower to do that? At some point in the conversation, Jack said, "It looks like a small plane has just crashed into the World Trade Center. I wonder what's up?" He lives in Brooklyn; don't know if he was watching TV or saw it unfolding across the water. We said goodbye.
A little while later there was a super loud boom. Capitol Hill is about three or four miles from the Pentagon. Car alarms went off and Jake scooted under the bed in terror. I didn't think much about it at the time. In fact even driving to work that day, I wondered what the hell was up with all the traffic, why were there so many people outside the Capitol. It wasn't until I got all the way across town to the Whole Foods that I discovered what had happened. Getting home from work was its own adventure - of course the store was closed for the day. I got stopped for about an hour ... ah ... but that's another story. When I finally got home, my housemate and his boyfriend were sitting in front of the TV, watching the footage of the falling towers over and over. I sat with them, watched for hours. We were all in shock.
The next day I bought the first TV I have ever owned. For the first time ever, I felt like I had to be plugged in. I had been totally clueless! It felt so dangerous. That was such an awful week in DC. Everything changed. I didn't even know - and I'm supposed to be a psychic??
Of course I didn't just watch the news. First I developed an addiction for Law and Order. When that infatuation faded, I turned to the food network with a passion. Before the election, MSNBC was on constantly. You could hear the voices of Keith, of Rachel Maddow (before she had her own show) coming from my room every night. (Fortunately after the election I decided to go pundit free. The whole pundit addiction thing is really toxic.) But then I fell into the cult of NCIS, something I have remained charmed by to this very day.
When I moved into Chateau 7, I believed I would really miss TV. I was worried that the "folding TV" - i.e. my computer - would not suffice. The good news is, I don't miss TV at all. I can plug in to the news here anytime I want. I can even watch NCIS on the CBS website, sans the six minutes of commercials every ten minutes. I re-joined netflix so I'll have movies to watch on nights when I need to veg out.
The era of TV is now out of the saga and I don't miss it. It's one of many revelations that are a part of this move, a Very Good Thing. Oh yeah.