My 911

It is 9/11 2011. Yes, the other 9/11 - the one in November outside the US, while inside the US the turkeys are nervous.
The other 9/11 may have happened in 2001, but 2001 is happening now.
I'm sitting in a Boeing 777-300ER. Gleaming white interior, watching 2001 streaming from my phone into a seatback personal video screen. While it's playing, I'm typing this into a perfectly flat touchscreen computer. Outside my frame of reference, an observer would see that I'm flying from the northern hemisphere to the south - where I'll end up upside down relative to my origin.
Weightlessness is obstinately absent. My pens are not floating out of my pocket and the magnificent dessert I just ate will not float from my waistline, but at least I didn't have to suck it through a straw. It was, nonetheless only last month that Virgin Galactic opened a commercial spaceport. My flight today, and another next month, will renew my Virgin Australia Platinum status. I'd be more than happy to redeem my frequent flyer miles for a sub-orbital view and a bit of pen chasing.
William Gibson said the future is already here. I am ever grateful it is distributed my way. I've seen the future, and my god, it's full of stars.