A highly respected slice of binary cream pie

Today I got an email from my father. It contains something that my father has only hinted at in the past. That he's very proud of me and my choice of profession. It means a lot to me. You should take a moment and look at a photo essay called "Shattered" by James...

Incase anyone is wondering what I'm taking... Photo 104 - Color Photography Photo 205 - Digital Imaging I Design 102 - 3D Design Those are cool, but next semester, I'm all about the Photo 315 and Photo 326. Ok, I'm off to class. Later.

There seems to be an unspoken realization that life needs to continue as normal as possible, in some vain attempt to show the terrorists that they "didn't win". It's hard to merely forget that something like this has happened. Without a doubt this is the most...

uh oh, this could be dangerous, matt has an internet connection IN class... I'll probably spend class today looking at CNN.com instead of listening to lectures. More later.

From Nick. I'm here with you my friend, we're all here, and god help us all. Is it wrong for me to smile today, knowing what has happened? Knowing that people died aboard four planes, wishing only to head to their next earthly destination? Is it wrong for me to laugh...

I'm at a loss for words. I'm with Chris in saying that this is surreal. I'm not quite believing that this actually happened. I feel sick, I feel frightened, I don't know what I feel. All I know is that this is the most signifigant moment in American history in my life...