Ramblings from a week ago.

I was reading Metro while waiting for more takeout orders to be phoned in. An article caught my attention: "More 9/11 Remains Found".
Nearly 300 bone fragments have been found on the roof of the Deutsche bank, which is in the process of being demolished. It's strange how it sounds like the whole process is an archaeological discovery; maybe it's a sign that the memories are finally fading and the wounds are healing. That's probably a good thing; it's natural for us to heal from traumatic experiences and move on, and it's probably more harmful to hold on to the pain we all felt that day.

So movies like United 93 don't appeal too much to me. In fact, I just find the idea of people cashing in on a movie about 9/11 revolting. (However, I'm not going to deny the fact that I'm just biased like everyone else. Films like Hotel Rwanda and Munich didn't phase me so much, and frankly, nor did events like the London bombings or even the Japanese Aum Shinrikyo incident. Things like that happen often around the world, and if it doesn't directly affect me, I just feel awful for a few minutes and then move on with my life.)

A few of our customers also seemed to feel that way -- a group of middle-aged men, clearly drunk, were discussing their dissatisfaction with the movie's release rather loudly. "They've got no respect," one of them was saying, while the other guys were murmuring their agreement. "I knew three of the guys that died, man. They're not gonna want some asshole in Hollywood to make a movie about how tragic their deaths were. Think about their families, man. Nobody deserves that kind of disrespect."
He went on like that for a while, the topic of discussion eventually changing to his current work situation and his new baby.