2001
A space odyssey... or did I mention how time flies?
I was just going through some mail and found a flyer for Sprint cellular; seems that I have been a loyal Sprint subscriber since the summer of 2001. Wow. And did I also mention that I am not much of a cellphone fan (or any phone for that matter)? They come in handy when need be, but to spend hours on end attached to these contraptions is... uh... maybe I should shut up now, since I engage in indulgences that others may frown upon. The time I spend surfing the internet comes to mind. Also my incessant need to go riding (or I could claim that it's just an excuse to satisfy my leather urges).
That year marked the beginning of the new millenium, made famous through the entertainment efforts of writer Arthur C. Clarke and director Stanley Kubrick. Many of us were still smarting from the year before when the world was supposedly coming to an end (as slaves to technology and being ill-prepared for what happens when computers get past year 1999). Prince had us all partying in 1999! Since we were all lucky to be around in 2000, I joined a couple of my friends vacationing in Puerto Vallarta on Halloween.
However, 2001 was marred by the tragedy of 9/11 when terrorism took its toll on American soil. Nothing was quite the same after that.
September 2001 was my 10th anniversary of home ownership. The end of that month I took a road trip, motorcycling down to Las Vegas, Nevada to view the Guggenheim Museum's "Art of the Motorcycle" exhibit. Just before Thanksgiving I flew out to Atlanta, Georgia courtesy of my friend's frequent flyer miles on Delta Airlines. Little did we know that that would be the day they shut down the airport due to an innocent security breach... our world became a little less innocent. I missed out on the Leonid meteor storm while visiting because 4:00am was better left to catching z's than falling stars.
It seemed like only yesterday. Tempus fugit.
I was just going through some mail and found a flyer for Sprint cellular; seems that I have been a loyal Sprint subscriber since the summer of 2001. Wow. And did I also mention that I am not much of a cellphone fan (or any phone for that matter)? They come in handy when need be, but to spend hours on end attached to these contraptions is... uh... maybe I should shut up now, since I engage in indulgences that others may frown upon. The time I spend surfing the internet comes to mind. Also my incessant need to go riding (or I could claim that it's just an excuse to satisfy my leather urges).
That year marked the beginning of the new millenium, made famous through the entertainment efforts of writer Arthur C. Clarke and director Stanley Kubrick. Many of us were still smarting from the year before when the world was supposedly coming to an end (as slaves to technology and being ill-prepared for what happens when computers get past year 1999). Prince had us all partying in 1999! Since we were all lucky to be around in 2000, I joined a couple of my friends vacationing in Puerto Vallarta on Halloween.
However, 2001 was marred by the tragedy of 9/11 when terrorism took its toll on American soil. Nothing was quite the same after that.
September 2001 was my 10th anniversary of home ownership. The end of that month I took a road trip, motorcycling down to Las Vegas, Nevada to view the Guggenheim Museum's "Art of the Motorcycle" exhibit. Just before Thanksgiving I flew out to Atlanta, Georgia courtesy of my friend's frequent flyer miles on Delta Airlines. Little did we know that that would be the day they shut down the airport due to an innocent security breach... our world became a little less innocent. I missed out on the Leonid meteor storm while visiting because 4:00am was better left to catching z's than falling stars.
It seemed like only yesterday. Tempus fugit.
Labels: 2001, 9/11, art, astronomy, las vegas, motorcycles, tempus fugit
posted @ 7:15 PM
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