Before i Forget : Simon Jones's blog

October 2001


Meanwhile articleTuesday, October 23rd, 2001, (12:11 am)

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Someone recently asked me why I would write all of the stuff I do then publish it online for anyone to read. They questioned the wisdom of my actions, stating that surely it is unwise to allow just anyone to learn all this stuff about me. After all, they said, the reader gets to find out loads about me when, aside of a few lines of code in a web server log file, I learn nothing about them.

But is that really true? I mean what do you really know about me. Chances are you know more about the regular columnist you read in your Sunday paper. In reality when it comes down to it you don’t really know very much about me at all. My name is Simon Jones, I’m just some guy, in some town somewhere in the UK. But I could be anyone.

The thing is… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]

Meanwhile articleWednesday, October 3rd, 2001, (2:16 pm)

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So it looks like we are days away from the first war of the 21st century. That’s the title the media are giving the inevitable military action that America and its allies are about to take in Afghanistan.

It doesn’t inspire confidence though does it, I mean calling it the “first” war of the 21st century has more or less resigned us to accepting that there will be other wars. That humanity will continue to feel the need to kill each other in the name of peace… It’s a chilling thought.

Some three weeks have passed since the terrible events in America on September the 11th. The events of that day will go down in history as one of the foulest acts of terrorism ever. America was attacked in the most outrageous and unimaginable way. Thousands of people were killed, many had time to contemplate their final moments of life, and while those people did whatever it is people in that position do, the rest of the world watched it all unfold live of daytime TV.

I was going to write something a few days later. I wanted to catalog how I felt about the terrible events, but I couldn’t. I was not able to formulate anything worth reading. One word would have summed up my feelings. Numb.

America was woken from sleep. The ‘land of the free’, the ‘home of the brave’ was more or less brought to its knees… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]