I had hoped to take the day off work tomorrow, so as to spend it online exploring (and perhaps, through a bit of my own writing, participating in) the distributed “memorial service of sorts” that has given me both solace and food for thought in previous years. Unfortunately there is too much that needs doing this week, so I will have to catch up with my blog-reading and link- and comment-posting later.

I am right now putting what I hope will be the final finishing touches on a retelling of my own [largely peripheral, but deeply transformative] experience of September 11th, 2001 and bits of the period that immediately followed — a project that I’ve been meaning to get to for a long while. If I still like what I’ve written well enough in the morning, I’ll post it. It’s far from the entire story I want to tell, but it’s a start.

My posts from previous years are still pretty reflective of my current thinking:

This 9/11 memorial video (backup site here) still puts a lump in my throat and moves me to tears. Never forget that day.

Remember the Falling Man, and the many others like him who were forced to make the same terrible choice.

UPDATE 9/12: I’ve posted more here.