Archive for September, 2005

All the wisdom in the world comes from “Sports”

Monday, September 12th, 2005

Funny the things that can spring forth from people in an IM conversation. Take for instance the words of good friend Nick (Keep Huey Lewis and the News’ “I Want a New Drug” in your head as you read):

i need a new job,
one that does what it should
one that won’t keep me up all night
or make me sleep all day
I need a new job
one that will pay me
better than the one I have
with less of the stupidiy
I need a new job
one that won’t make me restless
wondering what to do
wondering like I feel when I at work IMing you
i have a postcard to do now

He’s a good guy at a job that’s sucking his soul away. If you have a better place for him to work, I’m sure he’d love to talk with you. I can kind of relate to the pain.

Entertainment by night, intrigue by day

Friday, September 9th, 2005

An interesting night in the big city for me. Got to see how the fine folks at Lime Group cut loose, then got to dig the sounds of Drums & Tuba and the Benevento Russo Duo.

Figures my luck that these two great things would fall on the same friggin’ night.

I’ve seen raves in old dot-com offices and high-rise apartment parties before, but a packed Tribeca rooftop garden with fully staffed open bars, all the beers and food you could want was a new one on me. Hosts of people in suits, dress shits and fancy dresses that with the scattered T-shirt and shorts set wandering here and there. The deeper levels of the office were a refuge for the employees escaping from the millionaires, beers and food in tow. Things went on until 5 in the morning I’m told.

Over at the Bowery Ballroom, I took in some good music. One of the members of Drums & Tuba (which composed 3 to 4 members, depending on what song they were performing) had on one of these ReNew Orleans T-shirts. Seeing as how the profits from them are going right to relief efforts on the Gulf Coast, I may have to grab one myself. The Duo were on fire, just like every other time I’ve seen them perform. Photos from all of this will be on The Outer Edges before too long.

And this morning, I received an email with a tentative date for my 10-year high school reunion. I used to be against going to this, seeing as how I despised high school so much, but I’ve come around over the past few months and have convinced myself that I have to go and see if the rest of Point Boro’s class of ‘95 has changed as much as I have.

Escape from New Orleans

Friday, September 9th, 2005

With the city being emptied and the water slowly being drained away, the stories are still coming out and the awful truths of what happened in the aftermath of Katrina is starting to be shown. A few of my favorite bands happen to be based out of New Orleans, and as such their mailing lists have been awash with stories from the disaster. Mr. Allan Morris posted a reprint of the escape from New Orleans by Larry Bradshaw and Lorrie Beth Slonsky, two San Fransisco EMS workers who were in town for a conference when the Hurricane hit.

They spent most of the next week trapped by the flood waters and martial law. The details inside are sickening at times, and it makes you wonder how something like this can this happen in our country. Turned away from the Superdome and the Convention center, kicked out of their hotel and lied to be the authorities, these people tried their best to help themselves and get noticed by someone in order to be rescued. But even then they were conspired against:

Unfortunately, our sinking feeling (along with the sinking City) was correct. Just as dusk set in, a Gretna Sheriff showed up, jumped out of his patrol vehicle, aimed his gun at our faces, screaming, “Get off the fucking freeway”. A helicopter arrived and used the wind from its blades to blow away our flimsy structures. As we retreated, the sheriff loaded up his truck with our food and water.

Once again, at gunpoint, we were forced off the freeway. All the law enforcement agencies appeared threatened when we congregated or congealed into groups of 20 or more. In every congregation of “victims” they saw “mob” or “riot”. We felt safety in numbers. Our “we must stay together” was impossible because the agencies would force us into small atomized groups.

It’s long, but well worth the time to read. We can’t afford to turn a blind eye to what happened; not if we don’t want it to happen again.

Weeping for the Crescent City

Friday, September 2nd, 2005
A flooded and battered Canal Street - New Orleans, LA

A flooded and battered Canal Street - New Orleans, LA

The pictures are very hard to look at.

As I’ve sat along with the nation and watched this national tragedy unfold in slow motion, there’s been a very real sense of personal loss. It sounds kind of strange, since I only visited the city once, but in that short amount of time I fell in love with it. Places where I walked are now underwater.

The darker sides of human nature have now taken hold inside the city limits, as looters and rogues have destroyed the rule of law. This slice of the American south is now under old west rules. I’ve even seen a video of one or two of New Orleans finest actually rifling through the isles of a Wal-Mart with the rest of the looters, taking what could be carted out. Gunfire slows the rescue efforts in some places:

Some rescue operations by the Federal Emergency Management Agency were suspended in areas where gunfire broke out, Homeland Security spokesman Russ Knocke said in Washington, the Associated Press reported. People trying to board amphibious vehicles outside New Orleans’s Charity Hospital were shot at while trying to evacuate, Cable News Network reported.

But who can you blame for a natural disaster?

By the look of things, there’s more than enough blame to go around. The more general blame goes with those who have been systematically draining the wetlands in the area for development and farming, leaving the city more and more vulnerable:

Wetlands are the water storage protection that nature itself offers against massive flooding. But in the past 70 years, coastal Louisiana alone has lost 1,900 square miles of wetlands, an area larger than Rhode Island. The disastrous upper Mississippi River flooding of 1993 demonstrated how little protection levees can provide when wetlands are allowed to be developed or turned into cropland.

But while ecological blindness and lack of foresight are large in the equation, willful negligence and bad management of funds by the federal government play what I think are an even larger part in the mess. Washington Monthly has a chronology of budget cuts, and the list just turns my stomach inside out:

June 2004: The Army Corps of Engineers budget for levee construction in New Orleans is slashed. Jefferson Parish emergency management chiefs Walter Maestri comments: “It appears that the money has been moved in the president’s budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq, and I suppose that’s the price we pay.”

June 2005: Funding for the New Orleans district of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers is cut by a record $71.2 million. One of the hardest-hit areas is the Southeast Louisiana Urban Flood Control Project, which was created after the May 1995 flood to improve drainage in Jefferson, Orleans and St. Tammany parishes.

I would had gladly given back the $300 the Bush tax refund gave me if it would have help fund the preventative measures needed to keep this nightmare from happening. Now all I can do is donate it to the Red Cross to try and help with the aftermath. And funds being diverted because of the President’s war in Iraq? It’s officially had its biggest casualty, and once again it’s on the home front.

Still, all the money and attention in the world might not have been enough to stop this from happening. One point of failure in the system of levees holding back the floods was recently reinforced:

No one expected that weak spot to be on a canal that, if anything, had received more attention and shoring up than many other spots in the region. It did not have broad berms, but it did have strong concrete walls.

Shea Penland, director of the Pontchartrain Institute for Environmental Studies at the University of New Orleans, said that was particularly surprising because the break was “along a section that was just upgraded.”

“It did not have an earthen levee,” Dr. Penland said. “It had a vertical concrete wall several feel thick.”

So for all we know, there might have been nothing we could do to stop the flooding of the city. Of course, just basic funding and investment in the preventative infrastructure of the city could have kept it from getting this bad. Penny pinching when it comes to protecting the places we live has never made sense to me — you only wind up paying a greater debt later on.

And what about the refugees?

Those who have been rescued from the nightmare of New Orleans new find themselves heading to Texas and the shelter of large arenas – an exodus as has never been seen in our country’s history. There is shelter from the elements and the floodwaters, but now the survivors are facing a new set of issues as they try to get on their feet again:

“Nobody came up with a plan for having this many refugees in our country,” said Bill White, the mayor of Houston. “We are being asked to meet needs that nobody envisioned even a few days ago.”

Officials expected to put up about 25,000 people at the Astrodome, but accepted only 11,500 inside , said Margaret O’Brien-Molina, a spokeswoman for the Red Cross.

An estimated 75,000 storm refugees were already in Houston on Thursday with as many as 40,000 more on the way. State officials said Dallas and San Antonio had been told to prepare for at least 25,000 each. Six hundred people spent Wednesday night at Reunion Arena in Dallas, and officials there expected hundreds more.

How long before the healing can begin?
With the levees still broken and the water still flowing in, no one can say for sure how long it’s going to be before the city can be drained and the rebuilding begins. I’ve heard two or three months as a low-end estimate. I cannot even begin to comprehend what the citizens are going through. I wish them all the best in their time of need, and you can count on me coming back to the city once it’s been rebuilt.

The nation (and the world) is with you, New Orleans.

Changing views from a higher vantage point

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

Yeah, so I sort of fell off the face of the earth again. It happens from time to time. Been spending more time in reality than in the digital ether, or with my head tucked inside fantasy of some sort or another. The reasons why can’t be completely expressed here as of yet, but some drastically life-changing options have presented themselves to me in the past 10 days or so. As soon as I’m able to, I’ll give you all the full rundown.

In the short term, this past weekend out at Camp Bisco IV was certainly needed. The four hour drive to Van Etten, NY gave me much time to think and sort out the insanity of the week. I have a ton of pictures and video clips that I’m still trying to sort through for posting over at The Outer Edges later tonight. Of course, photo and video gathering wasn’t the only productive thing I did that weekend. My laptop was in tow for the purpose of offloading said visuals from said camera, and many a time over the weekend I found myself working in Photoshop or with a text editor. The surge of creative juices (among other things ^_^ ) helped me to blast through some infuriating mental blocks I’d been struggling to bypass for months. Maybe it was just the free time I had on my hands at 4 in the morning — who knows. Anyway, the results will be shared sooner or later.

Same as it ever was.