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Remembering September 11th, 2001

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Today is the five-year anniversary of the September 11th attacks. I hope everyone will take a few minutes today to reflect on what happened, and send your thoughts/prayers to the people who have been most deeply affected.

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Monday Funny

Tourist: I want to go home. New York is so unchristian. Look at this, they even have a place called “Satan Island”!
New Yorker: Oh yeah, we New Yorkers are the worst. We even sold our souls to the devil so we could all read.

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The Architecture of Fear

Well, it’s that time of year again — time to start up the “Remembering 9/11” stories. And it being the fifth anniversary of the attacks, we can expect a whole lot of remembering.

Salon has a good piece today (though, to my dismay, they also have a special logo for their anniversary coverage) on how the attacks of 9/11 have changed architecture and urban planning. Jersey barriers, giant concrete planters and other methods of trying to stop truck bombs have created a visual reminder — and an ugly one at that — that we are living under siege. It’s funny, I don’t even really see them anymore unless they get in my way. And they do get in the way. A lot.

I looked at the slideshow included with the article and realized how many of those barriers have just faded into the background for me. But most of them weren’t there five years ago.

Bonus — if you look at the second-to-last photo in the slideshow (the last thumbnail on the page), of the new WTC 7, you can see the building where I worked on 9/11 and how close it is to the site. The tan building in the foreground is the Church Street Post Office, which sustained a good deal of damage. The building just to the right of that is where I worked (though I wasn’t there that morning because I was at home, dealing with Verizon). One of the aircraft engines landed on the sidewalk in front of the building, and there were pieces of fusellage on the roof. Several of my early-arriving coworkers had to run for it.

In the lower left corner is where WTC (IIRC) 5, which housed the mall, stood, and behind that was the North Tower. There was a poster of Jessica Simpson in the window of the Borders fronting Church Street — I remember that because when I went back after the attacks, that poster was still there, and if you only looked at the Borders, it looked almost normal. As long as you didn’t look up.

A Corpse Flower Grows in Brooklyn

Fans of stench, rejoice! The corpse flower at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens is about to bloom!

“People will say, ‘Do you have a dead animal in here?’ ” said Patrick J. Cullina, vice president of horticulture and facilities at the botanic garden, who has worked with similar plants of different species. The literature posted beside the harmless-looking plant describes what to expect, the “revolting smell of putrefying meat.”

The corpse flower took another dramatic turn toward blooming on Thursday afternoon, as the large, green leafs began to fold back and fall away, revealing the maroon undersides that are colored to resemble an animal. As of 3:12 p.m., a very faint odor was detected in the room, said Leeann Lavin, a spokeswoman for the garden. “Right now, there are two flies on it,” she said.

You gotta love botanists. You can follow the corpse flower’s progress on the botanic garden’s website. They’ve got a webcam and a blog following the plant’s progress.

The last time a corpse flower bloomed in New York, it was 1939, and the stench was memorable:

In 1937 and again in 1939, thousands turned out to watch bloomings in the Bronx. According to The New York Times, the odor “almost downed” newspaper reporters, and was described by an assistant curator at the botanical garden there as “a cross between ammonia fumes and hydrogen sulphide, suggestive of spoiled meat or rotting fish.” It became the official flower of the Bronx, until 2000, and it seems the bizarre specimen — why the heck does a flower smell like bad meat? — can still draw a crowd. More than 10,000 people visited a blooming corpse flower at the University of Connecticut in Storrs in 2004.

The plant will have round-the-clock babysitters to watch for signs of blooming in the dead of night. The security staff is being issued air masks.

Oh, and they don’t call it Amorphophallus titanum for nothin’.

How *you* doin’?

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A Real Hot Fundraiser

Jessica Valenti from Feministing invites everyone to a party/fundraiserto honor the REAL Hot 100, which list includes our own real hot little Jill Filipovic.

Here’s the info:

The REAL hot 100 is celebrating 2006’s hottest women with a big old party in New York City. It’s going to be an amazing event, so get your ticket now!

If you can’t afford to come (it is a fundraiser, after all), then please pass the info along to folks you know in New York. We want to make the inaugural party one to remember, so all your support is much appreciated!

Here’s the info:

Saturday, August 12, 2006
9:00 PM to 2:00 AM

KFMK Galleries
515A West 29th Street
New York, NY 10001

Hope to see your hot selves there!

The Making of a Proper Victim

What happened to Jennifer Moore, a young New Jersey woman who drove into Manhattan with a girlfriend two days ago for some partying and wound up dead in a trash bin, is tragic. She and her friend became separated at some point after they discovered the friend’s car had been impounded, and Jennifer was abducted, raped and murdered.

You’d think that storyline alone would be enough to make her a sympathetic victim of the sort that the New York tabs love. But, apparently, though she was young, white and pretty, she wasn’t white enough for the Post.

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The Vulnerability of the Aged

There’s a weird story developing here in New York involving charges that Brooke Astor’s son is robbing her blind while failing to provide her with proper care.

Mrs. Astor is very, very old — 104 — and was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few years ago. She’s also quite wealthy (though less so, her grandson alleges, now that her son is stripping the artwork from her Park Avenue duplex and taking millions from her). She’s the widow of Vincent Astor, whose father, John Jacob Astor, died on the Titanic. The Astor family, if you’re familiar with Edith Wharton novels, was one of a few families at the pinnacle of New York society when that was all that mattered. Through much of her life after marrying into the family (and in particular after her husband died, leaving her a philanthropic foundation to run), she was an active philanthropist and socialite, regularly turning up to dedications, fundraisers and events until the age of 100 and giving away millions and millions of dollars.

But in the past few years, her grandson alleges, his father took advantage of Mrs. Astor’s condition to steal from her while neglecting her care. Just how isolated a person who has servants can be is one of those imponderables, but the servants likely keep their mouths shut to keep their jobs — and to make sure they can keep an eye on this frail old woman (a woman who identified herself as Mrs. Astor’s cook told reporters gathered outside the building, “I think it’s great that the truth has finally come out”).

It’s sobering to realize that even money and social connections can’t protect you should you become old, frail, and disoriented. And in some ways, Mrs. Astor is very average:

Whether it takes the form of neglect, physical or emotional abuse, or financial exploitation, elder mistreatment is an emerging problem as the population ages, experts say. If the allegations are true, Mrs. Astor, who is 104, would fit the profile of the average victim: a woman, more often than not white, and among the oldest of the old. Indeed, advocates for the elderly said yesterday the accusations were an example of a problem that has been largely hidden, particularly when, as in this case, they involve another family member.

The very elderly tend to be hidden away from the world, relying on their families for care; the potential for abuse is magnified when there is a loss of control over financial affairs:

The broad outlines of Mrs. Astor’s failing health and the concerns about her care suggest that neither money nor family can necessarily insulate the elderly from the vicissitudes of aging.

She lost control over her everyday affairs, faded from view and has been largely confined to her Park Avenue apartment for the last few years. There her care is overseen by her only child, Anthony Marshall, and her grandson Philip Marshall charges that her living conditions are bad enough to cause him to seek to have his father replaced as his grandmother’s guardian.

Lorraine V. K. Coyle, a Bronx lawyer who specializes in cases involving the elderly, said the allegations suggest that no one is secure from mistreatment. “It makes me tremble,” she said. “What does it mean for people who don’t have those assets?”

As bad as nursing homes can be, they are at least subject to regulation. Family members who are caring for their elderly relatives don’t have any oversight. Moreover, they may be perfectly well-intentioned but just not equipped to provide adequate care. And if they are put in charge of the financial affairs of a relative, the temptation to make sure they get something out of it can be great.

Financial exploitation, he said, “is most likely to occur when you have a sizable estate when the temptation for self-dealing may be greater because they’re concerned that the assets are going to be lost and not inherited.”

Another expert, Dr. Gregory J. Paveza of the University of South Florida, said that often when family members have been selected as legal guardians, “the court’s oversight is cursory at best.” The guardian, he said, “has absolute control over your life.”

It will be very interesting to watch this case developing (especially now that the tabs have gotten hold of the story — The Daily News broke it yesterday) and see what kind of light it throws on the issue of elder abuse.

The Mommy Diaries

What happens when New York City women go online and create their own mommy-centered community? A lot of rage, frustration and class warfare.

My feelings echo Rebecca Traister’s:

There is so much to say about Emily Nussbaum’s New York magazine story about the message boards at Urban Baby. So much, in fact, that I can’t bring myself to even start here — at least not until I’ve had several stiff drinks and a few days to consider what I’ve just read.

Check out the article anyway. I’m not entirely sure where to start, but I will say that, although the Urban Baby online community sounds like it can get pretty toxic, I think it’s always a good thing when women can release their honest feelings, even if those feelings are likely to be represented as ugly or selfish or self-pitying. I think a little bitchiness can be a nice anecdote to mainstream baby sites, which are all powder blue and pink and ready to wish good-luck “babydust” on women who are trying to conceive. And I think that allowing women space to be both mothers and human beings — human beings who are sometimes selfish, mean, bitter, angry and unhappy — puts a little dent in the cult of motherhood which insists that having a baby is the end-all be-all of female existence, and there’s something unnatural about you if it doesn’t satisfy all of your wildest dreams.

The guilting of other women sucks. The personal stories are just depressing. And the Urban Baby website makes Manhattan motherhood sound relatively miserable. But I’ll take an honest space over a sugar-coated one any day.

Thoughts?

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Didja Know Feminism is to Blame?

For what, you ask? Oh, just about everything, usually, but today we’re blaming feminism for ruining marriage. And not just for straights — feminists ruin gays’ chances of getting married, too!

Oh, and feminism causes divorce, which causes explosions.

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