Monday.

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A list for today:

1. Kiernan was back on NY1 this morning, finally.  It's not that I completely dislike his blonde fill-in, I just hate it when she tries to act like he does and fails miserably.  It was good to have him today, though.   He's just such a good, old-school sort of news anchor; classy in a way that so many in his profession are not.  

2. I have nothing new or intelligent to say about today's anniversary, so I'm not going to say anything, save the fact that I don't think there will ever be a year when I wake up on this particular morning without this uneasy, sad feeling in my gut.  It does get tempered with a little bit more hope every year, though. 

3. quasisonic made roll-ups with Nutella, peanut butter and banana inside of them for us this morning. They were amazing.  (But then again, Nutella could make a brick tasty enough to eat) Unfortunately, part of my delicious breakfast decided to break free and land on the crotch of my pants as I ate at my desk.  :P   Luckily, I had an oxy-clean wipe at work.

4. So far today I've already had one head-desk (and you kind of have to be a Trek fan to appreciate it).   There's this girl in the newyorkers community who posts frequently.  She posts a lot of silly crap, but she's mostly harmless, so I ignore her for the most part.  Today she decided to post song lyrics as a tribute to the hope and resilience of all New Yorkers in the last five years.  Fine.  Good, even.

The problem?  She posted the lyrics to the theme from the TV show Enterprise.  

Yeah. 

Even my parents, who were constantly defending that miserable wreck of retconning trying to disguise itself as part of the Trek franchise, agreed that it was the worst song ever, but I digress.  In my mind, a tribute should be something really great, really beautiful, and really moving.  There should be no treacle and certainly nothing that might cause inappropriate giggles or rolled eyes from the sheer false earnestness involved. There should be no grandstanding or use of a tragic event as a means to push an agenda forward.  Do we even know how to do that anymore?  Or are emotions so pre-packaged, so processed, and so manufactured for popular consumption that we don't know how to create something simple and true any longer?  I don't believe that's so, and I don't want to believe that's so.  I'm not about to tell anyone how to pay tribute in their own hearts, I just ask that no one speaks for me.  My choice for a memorial song would be "MLK" by U2, and to pay tribute, probably "Walk On."   After the attacks five years ago, I was in such a state that I couldn't listen to music at all, when I've constantly had music playing around me my entire life.  But that song managed to break through, and somehow, started to make it all better again.  Which is what a tribute is supposed to do.  Things like the Enterprise theme suck because they're hollow proclamations of supposed emotion.  And everyone that died that day and since deserves more than posturing.