Altogether a total of one hundred fifty five people, all of whom were bystanders at The Site, Grand Central, or Penn Station, were hospitalized for coma. Now all of them are awake. Early reports say that they're fine -- no impairment, no known side effects, nothing. They're being screened for all known diseases, and there's talk of quarantining them for at least a week.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Downtown hospital just announced that Nick Sabatini, a Site firefighter who had been in a coma, has just woken up. Preliminary reports indicate that there was no sign of brain damage -its as if he was just asleep for two days.
The real question is, of course, what made him go under, and what brought him out. If other Site victims start coming out of their comas, that might help doctors figure things out.
Posted by Patrick at 12:50 PM
Friday, June 22, 2007
Went into the office today. First day back in the office after the bombings.
New York is in lockdown. Kelly has decided that the police will be doing random personal searches of everyone entering the subway at certain entrances of certain stations. Since this is entirely meaningless, this is known as "security theater" -- it's as if the police upper echelon said "We have to do something. This is something. Therefore we must do it."
Security guards in the lobby searched our bags with a scrutiny that bordered on belligerence. They have no problems yelling at top level executives to open their soft leather cases, no problem handing the contents and demanding "What is this, what is this?" for anything they can't identify at once. The executives, for their part, just take it. It's now apparently a NEW whole new world, one in which, in certain settings, the low are made high and the high made low.
Everyone is walking on eggshells except of course for Pietro, who seems filled with an enthusiasm -- a joy, even -- I've never seen in him before.
Hardly got a lick of work done, though. Too busy scanning the news feeds.
Posted by Patrick at 6:59 PM
Thursday, June 21, 2007
One hundred seventeen first responders and bystanders from The Site, Grand Central, and Penn Station are in a coma now. Apparently all these people were fine one minute, then they complained of a headache and swiftly collapsed. The director of the CDC, Dr. Julie Gerberding, claims that these symptoms are NOT a side effect of low-level radiation exposure, which is of course totally true. What is interesting is that they are still not admitting whether or not some people have been exposed to radioactivity, if anyone has.
But a coma? Something very weird is going on.
Posted by Patrick at 6:21 PM
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Of course, Chertoff just came on to say that the Site bomb was NOT dirty, there was NO radioactivity and NYC Sanitation crews operating under the guidance of DHS scientists are going to simply wash down the area and everything is going to be all right. Isn't that wonderful.
What he didn't mention is a little known Department of Homeland Security guideline stating that cleaning up after a dirty bomb doesn't have to be like scrubbing up for a surgical operation. The cleanup crews can leave behind radioactive contamination equivalent to ONE THOUSAND times the normal background radiation. That's "clean" enough for government work.
I hate to be so morbid, but I think this is the end of Manhattan as a business/financial center.
Posted by Patrick at 9:47 AM
Christina is not going in to work, which I heartily agree with. I work from home, so we're golden that way. She's going to try to make it home. We have food and toilet paper, so we're taken care of that way. We can stay indoors for a pretty long time. We're not that close to The Site or The Red Zone, but who wants to take chances?
Posted by Patrick at 9:31 AM
A Terrorism Emergency Services Team has been flown in from Las Vegas (Las Vegas???) to examine the area. They have cordoned off a ridiculously tiny swath of Manhattan: All of the lower level of Grand Central Terminal and all of Penn Station is off limits. The Red Zone starts at the Hudson, goes down Vesey-Ann-Fulton streets, up Pearl Street to Chambers, and back to the Hudson along Chambers. Of course, it avoids the World Financial Center and the Mercantile Exchange, but it does include a huge bunch of government buildings.
Yet they're saying that the City Hall bomb was not a radiation bomb.
Earlier this year, a team from Brookhaven National labs suggested establishing a contamination perimeter 500 meters in radius around the site of a radiological dispersion device. This perimeter is a fraction of that recommendation. Nice to know the government is still listening to the experts.
Meanwhile (to minimize the spread of whatever radioactivity there is???), the FDNY spent the night in shifts, spreading foam over the streets around what has come to be known as The Site. [And now there's a topic for some learned paper on media semiotics -- since "Ground Zero" was already taken by the location of the September 11 incident, what were they going to name this location? Especially since "Ground Zero" fit this incident better than the September 11 incident.]
Posted by Patrick at 8:16 AM
Monday, June 18, 2007
Manhattan is open again, in that people can leave certain parts of the island. The Brookyln Battery Tunnel, and the Manhattan and the Brooklyn Bridges all remain closed. The subways are royally fucked up: none of them stop at Penn Station or Grand Central, and nearly all the trains that ran through lower manhattan to Brooklyn are now running in two segments. Only the F is unscathed.
The southbound 1,2,and 3s stop at Houston and then go back uptown or to the Bronx. The 4,5,6 and the B& D also stop at Broadway-Laffyette and then turn around. The southbound N,Q,R, and W stop at 14th street. The A and C run on the F line from West 4th to Hoyt-Schermerhorn. The J, M, and Z from Brooklyn stop at Delancey. In Brooklyn, the 1,2,3,4,5,6, B, D, N, Q, R and Ws all start at Atlantic Avenue and continue to their respective terminals.
Posted by Patrick at 8:33 PM
Bloomberg at news conference: "The murderous explosions this afternoon in the heart of our city are abomination that all civilized people condemn."
The west wing of City Hall is rubble. The main waiting room of Grand Central is damaged. No word on Penn Station. Victims are reported in Downtown Hospital, St. Vincents, Roosevelt. I need to find Christina right away, but I'm in the lockdown zone and can't go out. And frankly I'm afraid to go outside.
Posted by Patrick at 2:50 PM
CNN is reporting a suicide bomber in Penn Station as well. Every closet lunatic, every embittered Seventies radical, has taken to calling in bomb threats to every major building in the city. ESB evacuated.
Cheney on the TV saying that the terror alert level has been increased to Red, which means that a terrorist attack is imminent. Duh, thanks.
Posted by Patrick at 1:49 PM
The entire subway system has been shut down. Trains in transit were pulled into stations and the people were ordered off. No one is allowed back into the system. Station managers and token booth clerks are being ordered to lock the gates.
Bridges and tunnels are being blocked with dump trucks, garbage trucks, and sander trucks.
Manhattan Island is sealed off.
Posted by Patrick at 1:16 PM
There are now reports of a suicide bomber in the West 4th Street subway station.
Tried Christina's, my sister's, and my brother in law's cell phones and got a fast busy signal for all of them. Dave's office number goes directly to his voicemail without even ringing. The network is overloaded as everyone calls everyone else asking what that explosion was.
Christina was heading up to Rockefeller Center, so she should be OK, but David works at the World Financial Center.
Posted by Patrick at 12:53 PM
CNN is reporting that there was a massive explosion at the corner of Vesey Street and Park Row, right outside of City Hall. There is talk that it was a truck bomb. City Hall is partially damaged and on fire. Deputy Mayor Pat Harris is on the radio telling people south of 14th street to stay (or get indoors) and to keep the windows closed.
Posted by Patrick at 12:47 PM
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
This story just gets better and better. Today, in some more "getting to know you" chatting in the lunchroom, Alexandr the Czech told us about the time soon after he had arrived in the United States, "wit' no maney in my pawket, unly the chuthes on my back!" Pretty soon, though, he was running a McDonald's in Tonawanda, NY, just outside of Buffalo. There was an Old Order Mennonite community there, and some of the members would, from time to time, visit his McDonalds (Mennonites are apparently somewhat looser than the Amish when it comes to interaction with the outside world) (Also note Alexandr's use of the phrase "my McDonalds". In America you own McDonalds. In Communist Country, McDonald's own you!). McDonald's corporate policy is for the restaurant staff to smile at the customers, and Alex made sure with Moravian thoroughness that his people followed the rule.
The problem is that Old Order Mennonites think that when strangers smile they're making fun of them. Some of the local non-Mennonite kids working at the McDonald's knew this, and informed that he might want to think about modifying the rule so that they would smile at the other customers, but remain unsmiling (though still polite, I guess) with the Mennonites, who could be identified by their distinctive dress. Alex regarded this suggestion as a threat to his authority, and slightly akin to the 1968 Prauge uprising with him in the role of the Soviets. He put his foot down and ordered his crew to smile at all the customers. [He was careful to look at each of us today, as he sat in the lunchroom and told us about how he beat down the insurgents in his McDonald's twenty years ago.]
Well, of course, soon his Mennonite patronage started to drop off. Some of the older Mennonites complained to him that the staff was making fun of them; the younger ones simply stopped coming. Alex had placed himself in a good old-fashioned authoritarian quandry: corporate policy was to smile at the customers, but smiling was hurting his business. Most Americans would modify the smiling rule, but Alexandr was brought up in a dictatorship and couldn't disobey orders. So he came up with a "brilliant" idea.
[Here in the lunchroom his face took on a beatific expression as he basted himself in his own brilliance.] Using discretionary advertising funds, he told us, he had ordered a huge sign to be hung from the ceiling just in front of the entrance. It said "We're smiling because we like you! No one is making fun of you!"
He looked around the lunchroom for our reactions. Pedro, who had been following Alex's story with all the attention he usually reserves for Japanese porn, leaned forward and said "Brilliant, Alex! That was just brilliant!!" Alex basked at Pedro's skillful egolingus, but when no one else was forthcoming he asked "So, whadoya dink of dat?" He was staring at me.
I could only say, "Alex, I can honestly say that I never would have thought of doing that." Alex smiled and nodded, but I'm still worried. If he is a stupid jerk, I'm safe. But if he is a smart jerk (which I'm increasingly tending to believe) I could be royally screwed.
Posted by Patrick at 7:26 PM
Monday, June 11, 2007
Good times! The corporate headquarters in Boston sent them a new SVP to take Roger's place. The new SVP, Alexandr ("you can call me Al"), is a 55 year old lawyer who escaped from Czechoslovakia back in the days when (1) there was a Czechoslovakia and (2) you had to escape from it. Jerry introduced him to the assembled group as a "mover and a shaper" [sic], a man who could right what was wrong, and get done the things that had to get done. Jerry is the Rip Van Winkle of corporate motivational-speak.
At the getting to know you lunch, to which I tagged along, Alexandr went from table to table telling us tales of how he crawled across a minefield and swam the freezing waters of the Morava River to escape into Austria. He also told us that he had been late for his own wedding because he thought it was more important to take care of a problem at work.
We instantly decided that we are fucked. Specifically, we decided that the permanent employees are fucked -- those of us on contract decided that we're going to be doing a lot more work off-site. If you adhere to the "child is the father to the man" theorem of personality development, the fact that Alexandr was born and raised in a Communist country speaks of nothing but evil. He seems to be the textbook example of a person raised in autocracy -- obsequious to his superiors, overbearing to his inferiors.
Pedro, as is his wont, started following Alexandr around, metaphorically asking for permission to suck his (Alexandr's) dick. Alexandr accepted this as his due. There must be something about the "boss" personality that welcomes such sycophancy -- and when you add a layer of autocratic personality, sycophancy becomes ambrosia.
These are the end times.
Posted by Patrick at 7:52 PM