Twitter Updates for 13-09-2011

Twitter Updates for 13-09-2011

9/11/2011

I remember something from “Tales of the Afternow”. A quote about the millennium; “People thought the world would end then.. and the world did end, just nobody noticed”.

More than a few people have said they can’t believe the 9/11 attacks happened a decade ago; that they feel like they happened just a short time ago.
For something to be relegated to our past, we have to be able to forget it, to let other memories over-write, add or subtract from them. We overcome through distraction, of letting life go on and not dwelling. But in this last ten years I doubt there’s been a single day when the attacks haven’t been exposed to us in the media in some form. The events have been kept fresh for the world for 3562 days, fresh in our minds, never allowed to be relegated to memory. It’s always just happened yesterday.

The world ended on 9/11/2001, because time stopped.

As a small aside, the day of the 7/7 bombings in London my sister got a call from an acquaintance of hers in Scotland telling her he couldn’t believe it. Not because of what had happened, but because it was all a conspiracy, it was all being faked just to scare “us” (him).

Distance is a powerful aid to delusion. Just because you can’t comprehend a thing, doesn’t mean it’s a lie.

Twitter Updates for 12-09-2011

Twitter Updates for 12-09-2011

Body odour oddness

These days I’m very aware of my personal scent. Maybe overly so. Any small variation into what I determine to be unpleasant makes me unwilling to socialise with others until I’ve managed to wash and change clothes. Of course sometimes the situation means you’ve got to sit there and stew, hoping it’s just your paranoia.

Before heading out yesterday I showered, shaved, scrubbed and gave my pits a liberal dose of Nivea 48hr “silver protect” roll-on. Yet a couple of hours later I’m aware I can smell my own sweat. Fresh not stagnant thankfully, but enough to make me self-concious about it.

I got home very late at night after sharing a night bus with a group of teens giving it a fair shot at hot-boxing the top deck, so checked my clothes when I got in.

This is what I find weird; the underarms of my T-shirt were fine, no scent. However the middle of the back smelt stale and sweaty.

I don’t think you can get roll-ons for your back, can you? I suppose thinking about it it’s one of those places you see getting all sweaty, but I’d never thought of it as one of those places that sweat can smell. I’m feeling like someone’s just pointed out the elephant in the room here. I have no idea what to do about sweaty backs. :P

Spray antiperspirants make me gag, so the only thing that comes to mind might be talcum powder?

Suggestions anyone?

Twitter Updates for 11-09-2011

Twitter Updates for 11-09-2011