Katherine Mangu-Ward | May 24, 2007
The Weekly Standard's Jonathan Last describes
the sordid tale of federalizing of the Flight 93 Memorial. "As
is its wont, the federal government set out to improve this small
piece of perfection," writes Last of the impending destruction of
the spontaneous memorial in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Naturally, a
committee is formed. And once there is a committee, there has to be
a mission statement:
The mission statement identified seven core goals: honoring the passengers and crew; revering the impact site as their final resting place; commemorating 9/11; celebrating the lives of the passengers and crew; expressing appreciation for their sacrifice; educating visitors; and offering "a place of comfort, hope, and inspiration." Coming up with this list took, by the commission's own account, "several months of workshops, an online forum," and other consensus-building vehicles....
The architects proclaimed that their plan was for a "living memorial" that "offers the visitor space for reflection, learning, social interaction, and healing." An 8,000-square-foot visitors' center (the temple of Lincoln Memorial is only 9,228 square feet) is also part of the scheme. The current temporary memorial is not. It will be demolished when the new memorial is erected, its former site marked only by the retention of a few benches where it once stood. The new memorial is projected to cost $44.7 million.
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I'm with you on this one. Damn if we don't have an odd habit of memoralizing the worst moments in our history.
I BROUGHT THE PLANE DOWN, BITCHES, THANKS FOR BUILDING A
MEMORIAL TO MY WORK! I DESERVE A MONUMENT FOR ALL THIS SHIT, AND
I'M GLAD THE FEDS ARE INVOLVED FINALLY! ZEUS MADE ME PECK THE LIVER
OUT OF THE PILOTS AND THEN THE TERRORISTS, AND LET ME TELL YOU THAT
ALL THAT JIHADI LIVER WAS EVEN WORSE TASTING THAN USUAL! MAYBE ALL
THE PRAYING AND NOT DRINKING LIQUOR HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT,
I CAN'T REALLY SAY FOR SURE, BUT I CAN TELL YOU THAT I'D RATHER
SUFFER LIGHTNING BOLTS FOR ETERNITY THAN EAT THE LIVER OF ANYBODY
ELSE IN A TURBAN!
NOTE TO ZEUS: THAT IS NOT AN INVITATION YOUR INCORRIGIBLE
ASSHOLE!
At only $44.7m it is a downright bargain compared to the $182m for the WWII memorial. Now, let's see just how much of this one gets privately financed.
YOU INCORRIGIBLE ASSHOLE, THAT IS. MY FRUSTRATION WITH THE KING OF OLYMPUS CAUSES ME TO SPELL POORLY AT TIMES, AND TYPING WITH WINGS IS SURPRISINGLY DIFFICULT. DO NOT MOCK ME, JERKS!
Here's
another memorial better than the federal one
Lyrics by Echo's Children:
From pocket, purse and seatback, the telephones arise
Victims of a hijack, calling home to say goodbyes
Learn it's no coincidence; the networks all have shown
Lives and buildings pulverized in fire and falling stone.
Exactly what took place in there, there's none alive can say
We only know the outcomes of decisions made that day
We bow our heads in silence, honoring the free,
Remembering the heroes of United 93.
Someone must have realized; they haven't got a qualm
To kill our friends and neighbors, they'll make this plane a
bomb
We've got to take the cabin back; if that much can't be
nailed
God knows how many people will be dead because we failed.
The bastards are outnumbered, and all they've got are knives.
We haven't much alternative; surrender won't save lives
Our families, our children; their grief we cannot spare
The fields ahead are empty; let us end the struggle there.
The rest of us are thinking how best to manage strife
A blanket makes a blindfold, a pillow slows a knife;
The next poor chumps who try it, will find we've paid the fee
For lessons from the heros of United 93.
Is there anything at all that the federal government doesn't feel the need to get its grimy, bureaucratic hands in?
You must admit though, if the current makeshift memorial had been put together by the government, you'd all be complaining about how ugly it is and how it should be replaced by something more elegant.
Maybe there's room on the committee for you, Dan. It'll give you something to do other than feeling the need to comment in every single HnR thread.
When, oh when will the federal government at long last begin its memorial to the tragedy of Oceanic Flight No. 815 and let the healing begin?
What, in conjunction with consulting fees for the usual gang of
blood-sucking ghouls and the Davis- Bacon Act, could result in this
astronomical price tag?
If they want a memorial, why not grab a mothballed plane out of the
desert, paint it in the appropriate livery, and stick it ("Cadillac
Ranch" -style) nose first in that field and call it good?
What you don't realize, DAR, is that I'm not actually typing my
reply to your post about Lost today. No, I'm typing it at some
point in the future!
I have nothing to say that hasn't already been said, but the fact
that I'm typing this from the future is surely a shocking
revelation that will keep you riveted for months!
(And those who don't know what I'm talking about obviously didn't
see last night's Lost finale.)
Actually, you would have liked it. The French person performs a task that's crucial for their escape from the island, and then knocks out the leader of the bad guys.
Then immediately waves a white flag, eats a pound of stinky cheese, and passes out with a bottle of wine.
thoreau,
That's nice. Did this "French person" (whoever they may be) do all
of this while drinking coffee and OJ and eating a croissant?
How did the crash site come to be government property in the first place? (I didn't see anything about that in my quick scan of the article.)
The French person performs a task that's crucial for their
escape from the island, and then knocks out the leader of the bad
guys.
I'm trying to imagine a scenario where condescending put-downs of
the more enterprising and productive cast-aways was crucial for
their escape from the island.
As for knocking out the bad guts, I suspect that just walking
upwind of them would do the trick.
Timothy,
What are you doing here? I thought all the cool people were at
grylliade?
That's nice. Did this "French person" (whoever they may be)
do all of this while drinking coffee and OJ and eating a
croissant?
Non, non. He waz wearing a beret and a T-shirt wiz broad
horizontale red and white stripez, while lonzing around at an
outdoor cafe, smoking ze clove cigarettes.
I thought all the cool people were at grylliade?
Le Grylliade, you mean. Oh ho ho!
Rumor has it that there's a deleted scene where Danielle
Rousseau head-butts the leader of the bad guys.
:)
Frenchie Francois,
Well, you know, they're the coolest and stuff. I mean, they have
their little place to talk about people and stuff. I mean yeah man
they are the awesomest and stuff.
Well, you know, they're the coolest and stuff. I mean, they
have their little place to talk about people and stuff. I mean yeah
man they are the awesomest and stuff.
You mean France?
You ever go to the mall and watch people, Grotius? It's like that, but with more Francophiles and fewer pregnant teenagers.
"Then immediately waves a white flag, eats a pound of stinky
cheese, and passes out with a bottle of wine."
Overpriced wine at that.
Grotius, was that, like, an impersonation of, you know, how
Americans, like, talk and stuff?
I am Danielle of the Minbari. Only one earth captain has
survived battle with the Minbari fleet. He is behind me. You are in
front of me. If you value your lives... be somewhere else.
Maybe the aliens in the "freighter" 80 miles off the coast are
warrior caste Minbari.
if the current makeshift memorial had been put together by
the government
Odd hypothetical. When does the Federal government ever do anything
makeshift?
OK, post-war planning for Iraq, but other than that ...
Grotius,
Oh! Oh ho ho, mon frere! Very good! A very good one. You ween, my
friend. You ween. I surrendaire.
joe,
No, not really.
Most French wine is pretty cheap. Certainly no more expensive than
say California, etc. wines.
The Okla. City bomb site memorial cost $24million, which included cost of demolishing the Murrah Building. What the heck would be wrong with a plinth carrying the names of those on the plane, and a few descriptive plaques? There are Civil War skirmish sites with far more casualties that don't even have more than a roadside marker.
I'd like to see more interactive features.
Maybe one where you could try to break down a replica of the cabin
door with a drink cart.
Or a flight simulator where you try to pull out of a dive. Or a VR
box-cutter capture-the-flag or a death match.
It's extreme and the teens will love it!
In Mr. Steven Crane's absence today, I'm gonna step in and
congratulate you all on this (somewhat pissy) banter. This time
it's FUNNY. See, that's all it takes.
Good job, all! Carry on.
Next up: How Rome fell due to extreme autocorrelation and
heteroskedastic relationships.
And lots of BATIN, of course.
I always suspected thoreau was/is/will be from the future.
Unfortunately, I ascribe to a branching theory of time in which
there is no particular reason to believe he will be in my possible
world or, as the Lost creators put it, my place somewhere in the
space time continuum. Just remember, thoreau, that where/whenever
you are in the future, you must wear a really bad false beard and
rant pathetically "We never should have left the blog!"
I've never thought of Rousseau as being French. French Canadian,
perhaps, but if she were really French she'd refuse to speak
English and refer to Ben, et al. as les Autres.
My sources inform me the offshore boat turns out not to be a rescue
ship but only cruising the neighborhood to offer cable TV.
Unfortunately, the survivors can't decide on which premium package
to buy, so the boat leaves them, tragically, one early morning with
nothing but basic cable. This causes Hurley to snap once and for
all and at the end of Season Four, he eats Ben and his imaginary
pal Jerry after dunking them in a 100 gallon vat of Dharma
chocolate syrup.
I DO NOT WANT TO BE AN INTERACTIVE FEATURE AT MY OWN MONUMENT! EATING THAT MANY LIVERS IS GOING TO GET REALLY, REALLY ANNOYING PRETTY QUICKLY AND, DAMMIT, CHILDREN JUST CAN'T RUN FAST ENOUGH TO MAKE CHASING THEM ANY KIND OF FUN. MY WORK DAY IS ALSO LONG ENOUGH, THANKS, AND IT'S NOT LIKE THE KING OF OLYMPUS PAYS WELL, I'VE GOT KIDS TO FEED, AND THEY'RE GETTING MIGHTY SICK OF LIVER TOO! SO, NO, INTERACTIVE FEATURES ARE RIGHT OUT BECAUSE I CAN'T JUST SIT AROUND ALL DAY, DAMN.
Just remember, thoreau, that where/whenever you are in the
future, you must wear a really bad false beard and rant
pathetically "We never should have left the blog!"
My wife won't let me do that, nor will she let me develop crushes
on fugitive women.
However, thanks to the miracle of time travel I can make an
announcement: All of you will die at some point. Maybe tomorrow,
maybe 100 years from now, maybe somewhere in between. No matter
what I do, you're going to die.
Which means that Ron Bailey was wrong about transhumanism.
In an infinite number of branching futures, she won't be your wife. In fact, possible world logic being what it is, in an infinite number of those futures you'll be married to Ron Bailey.
VM,
And here I was trying to be serious and stuff man.
Anyway, clearly sometimes some of the grylliaders need to be taken
down a notch or two.
In an infinite number of branching futures...
This sounds suspiciously like degenerate Physicist talk.
VM,
Then again, that's true of all of us. Except for the physicists.
They're like, you know, Gods of Metaphysics and stuff.
In fact, possible world logic being what it is, in an
infinite number of those futures you'll be married to Ron
Bailey.
Oh, great, that means there's an infinite number of futures where
I'm forced to listen to transhumanist speculation on Exxon-funded
junkets! :)
(I keed! I keed!)
That's only what We look like when We deign to show Ourselves to you mere mortals. Amongst Ourselves, in the higher plane where We can congregate without mortal interference, We look like a bunch of geeks.
This sounds suspiciously like degenerate Physicist
talk.
Well, I'm okay on the degenerate part at least.
Timothy:
iz not. I'm using the robust Qreg. High breakdown MM robust
regression. GARCH. um. Durbin Watson. So there!
Gro:
love it!
hier is the Top Ten List Why Physicists Are Like Wile E.
Coyote.
und
hier
vee know vot zee "scientists" are really like! oh ja. vee do.
[evil laughter. fades away. stubs toe on pebble usually reserved
for kicking]
Wow, an 8000 square foot building for $44.7 million. That's only $5587 per square foot. I don't know what all the complaining is about. Of course, it'll probably be about twice that once the "cost overruns" kick in.
VM,
You forgot to mention our
post on "5 Ways Science Wants to Kill You". It's illustrated,
too.
You forgot to mention our post on "5 Ways Science Wants
to Kill You". It's illustrated, too.
Breeding Mutant Croc-O-Men
The Turkey Point nuclear power plant in Miami maintains, no shit, a
wildlife preserve around its twin reactors- twenty thousand acres
of swamp and wetland home to seventeen endangered species.
Frankly, that's suspicious. There's only one class of person that
surrounds uranium reactors with pristine wilderness and
carefully-tended rare animals, and it's usually James Bond's job to
kill them.
Funny thing. Many years ago, when I was a Project Engineer on the
Keys Bridge Replacement Program I ran into a guy who worked at
Turkey Point.
He spoke of huge langostas that lived in the coolant discharge
canals there. Apparently the warm water combined with the
non-interference of humans conspired to create these monsters. For
what it's worth the same giant lobsters also live out in the
Bahamas where harvesting pressure is not as great and the Dry
Tortugas where they are protected by a fishing ban.
I'd like to think that the giant langostas of Turkey Point were
some kind of mutants but sadly I must conclude there are other
reasons.
Mind you,the "non-interference of humans", did not extend the
the operating engineers and other maintenance folks on the
facility. At around 10 AM some one would catch a few of the
beasties, wrap then in tin foil and strap them to the muffler of a
handy dozer or frontend loader.
By lunch time a tasty feast was ready.
Wait, is that the one where I kill the Jedi or the one where I
order Scotty to exterminate an entire planet if they don't make
peace with some third party?
Isaac,
No, they're mutants. Be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm safe, because
I've stockpiled 10,000 gallons of drawn butter and have one of
those miniature forks. . .made of titanium.
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