Watching: "Enemy of the State," which I rented yesterday. It was okay, not great, but worth the rental money. A little long towards the end. It was nice to see Will Smith try a little straight drama, although there were parts when you could tell he was holding back. Gene Hackman was wonderful as always.

Contemplating: My impending tattoo, for which I have chosen a general design, and as soon as I pick some finalists, I'm going to ask for your opinion.

The design I've chosen is a Celtic cross. You can see examples of them here, and can read an article about its meaning here. Part of the article reads: "The circle contains and is unending while the cross both reaches out and marks a specific, finite point at the center. Contemplation of this yields many possibilities and in this way tempts the designer or the viewer (or the person tattooing it on her body) to find personal meanings besides the traditional ones."

I'm enticed by the idea of something that combines both the secular and the earthly; the traditional cross combined with a circle of life, seasons, what have you. I even like the fact that its history is a bit muddled; a nice little element of the unknown thrown in for good measure.

There are many different versions of it, though, and I have yet to find one I'm really drawn to. I'll narrow it down to three or four and then see which one you all like.

I initially wrote this entry back in November, but it was only up for about a day, because it was back when I was using a different system for cataloging my entries and it got lost when I accidentally erased it. It was a fun one to write, though, and I decided to do it again.

It was sparked by something I had read about certain memorable moments in people's lives. Everyone in my parents' generation remembers where they were when they heard about Kennedy being shot; in the article I read, it said that my generation's equivalent was the Challenger explosion, and that got me thinking about other things I remember.

"So, Grace, where were you when you first heard about...

the Challenger explosion?" I was in ninth grade, on my way from 3rd hour French to 4th hour Social Studies. The guy who had the locker next to mine first said something along the lines of "Have you heard the shuttle blew up?" I don't know how schools are now, but back then, there wasn't a TV in every room. I happened to be going to a class where there was one, and they brought two or three other classes in with mine. We spent the entire hour watching the news, and it was absolutely extraordinary. I'm sure that never before had there been a room full of 14-year-olds that were as silent as we were for one full hour. We couldn't take our eyes off the television.

the Oklahoma City bombing?" In an elevator at Cannell. Some woman from my office was riding up with me, and said something like "Did you hear about the explosion in Oklahoma?" Once again, everyone in the office did nothing but watch television all day. By the time I got home I was so exhausted and overwhelmed that I couldn't watch any more coverage. I ended up going to bed at 7:30.

O.J. Simpson?" Once again, at Cannell, goofing off in the mailroom, when the casting assistant came in and said, "Did you guys hear O.J. Simpson shot his wife?" (I guess that was the initial story.) Details were still fuzzy about whether or not she was actually dead, and I remember thinking at the time that it was no big deal, another football player being violent, whatever. Four days later I'm watching half a dozen helicopters circling his house from my apartment window.

Monica Lewinsky?" This was another thing I thought was going to be no big deal. I actually saw it on the Drudge Report the morning that it broke, completely by chance. I had never visited that website before and had just heard something about it, so I happened to link to it that morning, just out of curiosity. I even saw the headline and didn't read anything else about it, thinking again, "Yeah, Clinton's screwing around, whatever." I guess it's a good thing I'm not a journalist, because I'd never go after the right stories.

Diana's car crash?" At home, alone, on a Saturday night, watching "Early Edition." CBS put a crawl across the bottom of the screen saying something to the effect that there had been an accident, Dodi al-Fayed was dead and Diana severely injured. I found out later that CBS had been dropped the ball in a serious way, and that all the other networks were already covering it. NBC eventually picked up MSNBC's coverage (I didn't have full cable back then), and I stayed up watching until Brian Williams came on confirming that she had died. Got up the next morning and they were replaying BBC reports about her death. I have to admit that I was very sad that day.

John Lennon being shot/Reagan being shot?" I put these two together even though they happened like a year apart, only because I happened to be home sick both days. Fortunately, that little streak ended, and people stopped getting shot just because I was throwing up.

Part Two of this entry will be tomorrow, concerning one more memorable event from 18 years ago this month.