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Dark Machine
Travelling through Europe July-August

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Thursday, September 18, 2003

Friday, September 12, 2003
 
Allies

I know I shouldn't be doing this, hiatus and all, but there's another point I want to make.

Do we need allies?

is a completely irrelevant question. Of course we can go it alone; conservatives find any suggestion to the otherwise insulting to their ego and insist we can, assuredly, go it alone. We're the most powerful country in the world!

Well, of course we could go it alone. But that is irrelevant. The relevant question is not can we or can't we, but whether doing that is in our best interest. Is using a coalition and our allies in Iraq in our best interest?

Liberals counter by saying that we do, in fact need allies, and of course this is false. We could win without allies. We could, if we wanted to, reinstate the draft, raise taxes and somehow get the American public to stop caring about casualties. We could do that. It is well within our collective power to do so.

The question should have always been, is winning the Iraq war without allies in our best interest?


Thursday, September 11, 2003
 
September 11th, 2003

Well I decided to break my little hiatus for a post on this historic day.

Frankly, I don't know quite what to say, two years later. There are so many who could say so much more eloquently what I would intend, after that long series of moments seems so long ago in our minds.

On the other hand, our own experience of that day was certainly our own, and no one can express ours better than ourselves, though we may never do so perfectly I'm sure it will each remain freshly ours forever.

What I remember of that day was almost not knowing how to feel, or not knowing the feeling that I had, wanting only to shut my mouth, leaving my face with a dumb stare, eyes and mouth opening wide only for those special moments when the world cut through you that much more deeply.

I remember sitting in class, sparsely with equally stunned and distracted classmates, wanting to raise my hand and ask the professor if I was going to be drafted, knowing fully that he wouldn't know, but simply wanting someone to ask.

There are so many emotions, we went through, together, as a nation, in the months and weeks after that event... the tremendous sense of national unity, the tremendous sense of national pride, the incredible, incredible desire to help and make things better with no regard for your long-forgotten individual self.

What really wrenched you was the helplessness of it all... there was nothing you could do... nowhere you could direct this well of emotion into something that would make everything alright again. The principle message was that humanity was capable of evil only God could imagine.

There were some things I learned that day.

I learned that, sometimes, emotion is inevitable, and reason and all its pretenses can quickly become superfluous.

I learned the meaning of honor.

I learned that human life is inevitably fragile in God's universe.

I can recall a bit of a speech I wrote in my head that. I was waiting for the President to come on TV and give some moving, historic, iconic speech that would make everything make sense and tell us what to do. When that moment never came, I wrote this:

As we look forward into the black unknown past this turning point in history on which we now stand together, we can look back through that history and see terrorism never wins... and America always wins.


Sunday, September 07, 2003
 
well

It's fairly obvious this blog has effectively been on hiatus. It's only now becoming official.

I won't be gone forever, but I don't know how or when I would be back.

Best,

Nick


Thursday, August 28, 2003
 
hello

I'm back from the Old Continent.

I didn't really update at all as planned... I guess sitting on the beach, sipping wine with a person with a delicious accent, I'm not really thinking, "Hmm, I wonder what I could blog about today?"

I'll post tomorrow with more plans with what I want to do with this space.


Saturday, July 26, 2003
 
london underground

As an American, if you don't want to get insulted and mocked by Europeans, follow this simple formula:

step one: Don't act like a jackass

there is no step 2

I've tried this plan myself, and most people don't think I'm American. In fact, the other night I was standing outside a pub and some Briton started talking to me making fun of the obvious Americans across the street. I smiled and nodded. (Later I thought I should have put him on a little. Maybe have a conversation with him using fake an Australian accent -- since he could probably detect a faked British accent.)

More later.


Thursday, July 24, 2003
 
Why does this blog suck?

It's an interesting question. And, I've got some good answers to the question.

I'll be travelling abroad in the next few days; during this time, this blog will become a trav-o-blog (hereby coined), documenting my journey through that vast socialist paradise, Europe. I will try to update occasionally, but don't expect anything too regular. I also won't expect to consistently be able to read or comment in my usual web hangouts, either.

When I return officially to our golden shores in a few weeks I will provide some responses to the question in the title of this post.