9/12/01, late afternoon.

At oxygen, working with a remote staff to update the oxygen homepage with disaster-related information. Feeling useful is good.

My dad posted a heartfelt message about yesterday’s tragedy. Didn’t realize he was so into prayer. I guess times like this bring it out of you.

Anthony is concerned about nationalism. The radio has commentators encouraging everyone to fly their American flag. I feel like this is a tragedy for the world as much as it is for the nation. And nationalism freaks me out.