it’s The Morning After, and we all seem to be feeling, predictably, a lot better. yesterday pretty much hit me like a truck – i felt like i was walking around in sort of a venn-diagram-style intersection of the present and 4 years back, and was accordingly all confused and emotional and generally glad to not be in the office where i would have had to at least pretend to cope.<\/p>\n
but i seem to have slept that off, and am fully back to the present (my fingers started typing ‘back to the future’ there all on their own – do you think that’s cause for concern?), and have decided to leave the tv off and the tunes on this morning as i work from home. those who are watching tell me the news keeps talking about the resilience of the london people. about which another friend of mine said, yesterday: <\/p>\n
“who would you *not* say that about?<\/p>\n
“the icelanders are a rigid, not very resilient people. this terror attack will destroy their society. put a fork in them.<\/p>\n
“there’s much talk in the news today about what will happen to all the icelanders, now that their society has been destroyed. many plan to join a more resilient nation, like the british. or, really, anyone but iceland.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
[it should be noted that neither of us have anything against iceland or the icelandic people, and that both of us are really rather fond of reykjavik and think icelandic is a lovely, if fiendishly difficult, language.]<\/p>\n
this morning, though, the resilience of the british people was once again brought home to me, through the following IM conversation:<\/p>\n
\nme: mmmmm……caffelicious.<\/p>\n
si: it may have a bomb in it. be caffareful<\/p>\n
me: don’t worry, i’m following the instructions of my friend phin in chicago who says that no amount of me being blown up will be tolerated.<\/p>\n
si: not even a limb or two?<\/p>\n
me: he says no. demanding.<\/p>\n
si: goodness<\/p>\n
me: i know.<\/p>\n
si: what about if your reflection got blown up?<\/p>\n
me: he still might be pissed. pissed off as in angry<\/p>\n
si: I know. am able to translate your quaint colonial tongue<\/p>\n
me: see, i’m such a walkover i just do whatever they say.
\ncan’t even get blown up if i want to
\n[sigh]<\/p>\nsi: I think we should organise a pan BBC ‘no blowing up’ day
\n‘No blowing up at the BBC’
\nand picket the tube<\/p>\nme: lol<\/p>\n
si: “hell no, we won’t blow’
\nup
\nI refuse to be blown up.<\/p>\nme: a good attitude.<\/p>\n
si: let them just try and make me blown up
\nI’ll sit down on the street and refuse to be blown up.<\/p>\nme: oh yeah? i’ll LIE DOWN in the street and refuse to be blown up.
\ni was saying to a friend yesterday that you know, i go through liverpool street every morning, and sometimes i take the hammersmith + city line, and the bus that was blown up was a #30 from hackney<\/p>\nsi: I’m going to start a leaflet campaign<\/p>\n
me: i was thinking it could just as easily have been one of my more psychotic exes.<\/p>\n
si: hmm Where was [name of most recent insane ex] yesterday morning?
\nWas he blowing anyone up?
\nI refuse to blown up by [name] also.<\/p>\n[…]<\/p>\n
si: I refuse to [be] blown up.
\nblown out – can’t really do much about. blown down – well that’s just bad weather. Blown around – I should be decisive.
\nThis is all ok. Blown up – no.<\/p>\nme: i see your point
\nvery solid.<\/p>\nsi: well you’ve gotta stand up for what you stand for I think.<\/p>\n
me: or lie down for it, whichever.<\/p>\n
si: you can’t take it sitting down when it comes to what you stand for.<\/p>\n
me: i have a perverse desire to post large portions of this conversation on my blog<\/p>\n
si: I think you should. It’s an important message for the world.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
so there you have it. hell no, we won’t blow. up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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