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                    <td width="932"><p><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size:18pt;"><b>September 
                        2006 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="http://www.fatshadow.com">Home</a></b></span></font></p>
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                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">In 
                        the short period of time that I've been taking the train 
                        there have been two fatal accidents, which made the 
                        trains slow down. Both times I was disturbed by how 
                        my thoughts went quickly to my own needs. Would I miss 
                        the shuttle? How long would it take to get home? On 
                        Friday we had been sent home early but I sat on the 
                        train for more than twenty minutes before we began the 
                        trip home. It was a train full 
                        of rowdy drunken Friday night &nbsp;baseball game going 
                        ... people. I read until the volume overwhelmed my ability 
                        to concentrate.  </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Will 
                        I be late for the shuttle? Will I ever get home? It's 
                        the only real reaction. Emotions about someone you've 
                        never even seen are always a bit abstract. Maybe if 
                        I'd been on the train that hit the man my feelings would 
                        have been more ... I dunno. Somthing. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Reading 
                        about <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/09/07/BAGF5L0TS81.DTL&hw=caltrain&sn=003&sc=440">who 
                        it was</a> made it less abstract. The need to have a 
                        story rushes in. The image of bags of chips seems cinematic. 
                        But, again. That's an abstraction. I never think about 
                        the people who are dead. I always think about the friends 
                        and families and the train workers who get caught up 
                        in the event. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">But 
                        first I think about the shuttle.</span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">As 
                        we get closer to tomorrow the rhetoric piles up. The 
                        need to have a story rushes in. Who tells the story 
                        extracts the meaning. And self interest is what it is. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I'm 
                        not saying I'm a bad person because I wanted to be home 
                        on a Friday night and not on a train full of beer slugging 
                        sports fans and teenagers. If this period of my life 
                        is teaching me anything it's teaching me when to make 
                        meaning and when to just experience the world I'm in. 
                        It's a lesson I need to learn. But the stories they 
                        do rush in. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Oddly 
                        enough, I was reading an old issue of <a href="http://www.thesunmagazine.org/">The 
                        Sun</a> in which there was some writing about death 
                        and grief. It's amazing how stuff lines up.  </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Five 
                        years ago I was in an MFA program. Writing a book. Dean 
                        was visiting. Ten years before that I was working in 
                        a restaurant in the World Financial center. I took a 
                        subway to the Trade Towers and walked across the bridge 
                        between the buildings. I have no conclusions to draw 
                        from those memories. I just remember how it all felt. 
                        </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Tonight 
                        I'm doing the Sunday night things to get ready for the 
                        week ahead. I've been avoiding the TV and the radio 
                        but while I waiting for a call I watched a bit of <a href="http://www.cbs.com/specials/911/">a 
                        documentry.</a> Fairly amazing that it exists. My call 
                        came and I stopped watching. But for the time that&nbsp;I 
                        watched it was compelling. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">I 
                        believe in stories. I think we need to tell ours and 
                        hear the stories other people have to tell. Some stories 
                        seem too big to contain. All we can do is listen and 
                        watch. Some stories seem too small to contain. And life 
                        demands our attention. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        time to sleep. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        time to eat. </span></font></p>
                        <p align="justify"><font face="Lucida Sans Unicode"><span style="font-size:11pt;">It's 
                        time to leave for the train.       </span></font></p>
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