Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Where were you?

So, Mr. Jackson had the (almost) whole world watching today. I've read about the Internet nearly crashing over word of his death, but haven't heard statistics today. Not me, thanks to corporate people telling me that I had to be in a meeting this afternoon. Yay. And stuff.

But it got me to thinking. Some day, I'll say, "I was ____ when ____" and it got me to thinking about other BIG news moments, and where were you? I was alive when Elvis died, but I'm pretty sure I was more worried about a bottle or a diaper changed. I think the first big event I remember was when Challenger exploded. We weren't even watching it in Mr. Niven's 4th grade class, and the principal, Mr. Sorenson came knocking on each door, "Turn the TV on, the space shuttle just exploded." TV during school hours? I remember that!

Probably the next big event would be 9/11. I was working the 9-6 shift at Wal Mart, and the cute boy I'd been flirting with came in. "Did you hear a plane just crashed in NYC?" Like the rest of the world, we thought it was one of those freak things. Then, word started coming in of the second plane, and it because clear that life was about to quickly change. Wal-Mart started streaming the news on the TV's in the store, and most people were glued to that. Msh was living in DC at the time, and getting married in 4 days. I also called my parents, since they don't pay attention to news/websites, things of that nature.

Do you remember the first time you visited the Internet? I remember typing my papers on a typewriter! The first time I was on the Internet was in my Dad's office, and he was trying to convince me to try this strange new thing. The first time I used a chat room, I was 19 or 20, and at my friend Anthony's house. It was amazing. I think I was online til almost 4a! Email was this really strange creature my Junior and Senior years, and it wasn't a big enough deal to have it on the computers in the dorm rooms . . . I'd go to the computer lab for that!
Wow. Time sure changes! Now I have a cell phone, voice mail, 3-4 email addresses, Yahoo, MSN messenger, text messaging . . . I'm still wondering if communicating with someone is becoming a lost art. While going through some things, I found the last letter my brother wrote to me. He was in jail, and was writing me to ask me to not be angry with his fiance. I wonder if my feelings would be the same if I was re-reading a text message, or if I would have even saved it?
I'm kind of all over the place . . . lots to ponder on!


Little Ms Blogger said...

Okay, I'm probably one of the few people who didn't want to or care if they saw the memorial.

Don't get me wrong. The man was a musical genius, but I'm amazed at how quickly people have forgotten he was creepy and have made him into a hero.

About other events happening, not real sure how to answer that. I remember where I was when that happened, but have a stronger memory of doing a reading at a friend's funeral 20 years ago.