tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post2658695408513781943..comments2023-10-16T04:24:18.761-04:00Comments on Smoking Hot Needles: RememberingMonikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12088557380015172558noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-1646703988486798852007-09-13T09:46:00.000-04:002007-09-13T09:46:00.000-04:00great post!great post!bobbihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08653258610995770101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-56228479003971848442007-09-12T05:50:00.000-04:002007-09-12T05:50:00.000-04:00We got rid of TV a long time ago. Life is depressi...We got rid of TV a long time ago. Life is depressing enough to have to see sad stories over and over and over again.<BR/>LiLife's a Stitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05608285265611816717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-32424524679484099962007-09-12T04:44:00.000-04:002007-09-12T04:44:00.000-04:00I understand how you feel. There does seem to be a...I understand how you feel. There does seem to be an awful lot of pain suffering in our world, caused by us. <BR/>I try to concentrate on the good though. If only the TV news would report the good things that happen daily, , the acts of love and kindness. We wouldn't be so convinced that the world is only full of pain.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14864658805462324550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-67130720721582415422007-09-11T20:55:00.000-04:002007-09-11T20:55:00.000-04:00I grew up in NY and my Dad used to take me to work...I grew up in NY and my Dad used to take me to work with him when I was a little girl. His office was in the Empire State Building on the 52 floor. I would watch out the window and see the Towers being built...now they are gone and so is my Dad along with a lot of innocent lives.<BR/><BR/>I hope you find your peace Monika.Debihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02418096505673650250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-6733810912395965162007-09-11T20:00:00.000-04:002007-09-11T20:00:00.000-04:00It's a somber day, indeed. It always saddens me to...It's a somber day, indeed. It always saddens me to see such graphic examples of how mean people can be to each other. Especially when they do it in the name of a higher power. <BR/><BR/>One didn't have to lose anyone on 9/11 to be affected by it. Humanity lost that day and we're all a part of that family. <BR/><BR/>{{hugs}}Cindy, aka Maxfunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11927304418789931535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-9384451421589995312007-09-11T18:41:00.000-04:002007-09-11T18:41:00.000-04:00There is no understanding man's inhumanity to man....There is no understanding man's inhumanity to man. No other species on earth hurts it's own kind just for pleasure or for war's sake. Perhaps that's why we love our pets so much. They have a pureness heart and spirit that mankind doesn't have. But we do have hope. Without it, there would be no reason to go on. In spite of all the evil in the world, there is goodness, too. We just have to look for it. Go give Sam and Biko a hug. You'll find it there. And I do agree about the media. It's non stop doom and gloom for the sake of ratings.Sue J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01529084642771418927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-65800854001797465322007-09-11T18:11:00.000-04:002007-09-11T18:11:00.000-04:00My dear brother lost a close friend in 9/11 attack...My dear brother lost a close friend in 9/11 attacks - and it still hurts him. I too no longer watch the news as it just overwhelms me and at my stage in life I no longer need to be overwhelmed with negative things. I have difficulties in my own life that I thank God for my knitting every day. It is a comfort and solace when the ugly part of the world gets too close. So, don't knit today, but remember the noble part of your life that you share with all of us is your knitting and I for one thank you for it. Cheers, RhondaRhondahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14278904278215835398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-65829841345271829722007-09-11T17:05:00.000-04:002007-09-11T17:05:00.000-04:00Well, here in NY, there has been stuff on tv for w...Well, here in NY, there has been stuff on tv for weeks now about 9/11, and I feel bad, but I just didn't turn on the tv today; it's all so depressing. But here's the thing; on 9/11 I was at an airport in Germany with an orchestra on our way home to NY when it all happened. We were stranded in Germany for several days, and I didn't have my violin with me, I couldn't watch any more tv, I ran out of clean clothes, and my hotel window overlooked a cemetary. I was absolutely desperate for something to do, and I stepped into a department store and saw a knitting section. The ladies there didn't speak English, but taught me to cast on and knit. I left with some Gedifra Rasta and big plastic needles. Learning to knit kept me sane through those few days, and when I got back to NYC, I picked up some knitting books, and continued to teach myself to knit. I haven't put down the needles since. I didn't blog about this; didn't really feel like it, but reading your post reminded me that 9/11 was what started me knitting in the first place. I was really thankful to have found it then.Violiknithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04004942641018435912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25604704.post-73993508508880404942007-09-11T11:53:00.000-04:002007-09-11T11:53:00.000-04:00You know, I agree with you. When I had my first c...You know, I agree with you. When I had my first child I was so afraid of how vulnerable she was. I had nightmares. It didn't help that the news always reported something terrible as well. Mothers who didn't want their children, boyfriends who'd leave them on the corner street. It was horrible. But, one thing that really helped me is knowing that there are great people out there. Like this guy in the cities here, he went around spray painting positive messages on the sidewalks to encourage people. I thought that was really cool. :DTeresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17201552896428729496noreply@blogger.com