Tombers is the President of Intermat,
Inc., a consulting practice that specializes in the intersection
of media, technology and marketing. For two years, he produced
the Emmys on the Web and supervised web related activities for
the Academy, including for the 50th Anniversary year of the
Emmy Awards. In addition to its consulting engagements, Intermat
recently sold METEORS TALE, an unpublished novel by Michael
ORourke, to Animal Planet for development as a television
movie. Visit his
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Oh, My God! It's Coming!
By Mat Tombers
The markets seemed to have stabilized a bit. W. signed a bill
down on corporate crime. The market is behaving again, mostly.
So we're back to thinking about the world as we're living
in it now.
One of the lead articles in this past week's news, whether
reading the newspaper or watching the news, was the decision
Pataki of New York to increase security at Penn Station. There
reason, he said, to think that any attack on the facility
or even thought about but he felt it just wasn't secure enough
so he was
going to double the National Guard troops deployed there for
forty-five days. Hmmm. Let's do a little math.
Today is July 31, 2002 and forty five days takes us to.about
15th. Or just after the first anniversary of September 11th.
That's where we are folks. On the march toward the anniversary.
It seems impossible that a full year will soon have gone by
but it will.
This has been one of the longest years of my life. I can't
time when time went this slowly - at least not since I was
old and every day was an eternity.
There was a quick news flash this morning that Fox News Channel
going to eschew commercials on the anniversary. The first
but not last
such announcement I suspect. We will soon be, I think, inundated
memories - and I have very mixed feelings about this. I believe
calling its programming on the 11th as "The Day America
So it has. There was a stunningly good piece this morning
in the Times
about Senator Kerrey, rumored to be in search of the Democratic
Presidential nomination, quoting him as saying that "Foreign
become now Main Street. What was distant is now close to home.
been forced into the global community.
Walking down Broadway I listened to two foot soldiers in the
world discussing the war in Afghanistan while all of us were
way through a sea of summer tourists who were taking pictures
impromptu Memorial that grew up on the fence around St. Paul's
I can't linger there long to look at it. My eyes well up with
Today I noticed, for the first time, a very large photo of
young man, twenty-four only when the Towers went down on him.
family had put it there on his birthday to memorialize him.
I did not pause to study the photo. I could not bear to.
A half dozen tourists were taking pictures of it to take back
wherever they had come from.
All of this infuriates some New Yorkers. Tripp gets very testy
gaggle of tourists all around "the hole." It is
obscene, some think, to
have photos of yourself taken, smiling at the camera with
of a scene of devastation. I am not quite that hard but I
it.unnerving. Though, you know, I'm sure there is a photo
of me from
some family vacation smiling in front of some memorial. It
is what we
do on vacation.
But right now we just have a hole, not a memorial.
The night before last, sitting on the deck of the building
live, we watched a fighter plane scream over and I don't remember
one for a long time. Behind us gleamed the Empire State Building,
in red, white and blue, a frappe of light, visible again in
Manhattan because it is no longer obscured by the Twin Towers.
Tuesday's Wall Street Journal devoted a good deal of space
network plans for 9/11. And there are a lot. It has me, in
a little worried - will I feel like I am right back there
again, in that
emotional whirlpool from which I am only a few inches now.
It may be
that on September 11th I will go to the country and listen
Requiem and keep the television off.
And find some church in which to light a candle.