No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction at anytime.
There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction,
a blessed unrest keeps us marching and makes us more alive than others.
-- Martha Graham to Agnes De Mille
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2001-09-11 - 9:35 a.m.


i feel really, really small right now.

i got in the car and heard the guy on npr talking about being in shock, sounding like he was going to cry. he didn't say for a few minutes what had happened. and then as the details squeezed out, it just kept getting worse.

i called BigSis. Dad is okay. he's here in Denver. he works at a national lab, and they're shutting it down for the day.

i can't get a hold of Mom, but BigSis had Uncle's cell-phone number, so i called him. he's okay. i need to make sure Mom knows he's okay. he took that Boston to LA flight. on american. three weeks ago.

i can't get through to eRoommate. all circuits busy. he wasn't supossed to fly home til thursday or friday, but i'll feel better when i know for sure.

i feel really, really small right now.

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