September 18, 2004


Lib describes her trip to New York to see her friend Abra play with the Vermont Youth Orchestra and Trey Anastasio at Carnegie Hall.
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So this space went and gave blood on Thursday. (Because I can and should. So should you.) Now, under normal circumstances one would think that this is about the most apolitical thing possible. Alas, afterward, while drinking sugary iced tea from a can and eating animal crackers, the always astonishingly nice women that staff the post-bleeding table handed me a safety tube, a little eight-inch plastic tube containing a plastic 4 oz. bag of water, a dust mask, a light stick, and a whistle. The instructions described how to affix the tube to the bottom of one's desk in order that it be there "in case of an emergency."

Not to be too cynical or anything, but what kind of emergency did they want us to bear in mind, pray tell? Amid mock speculation of the tube's intent, one of the volunteers said, "You know, it kind of reminds you of 9/11." Uhh, well that's kind of the whole point, isn't it? I did at least say so, to responses that varied between chuckles (of agreement? disdain?) and enlightenment.
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