Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Not so easy now that gas is over $3.50 per gallon. It cost me $80 to fill the Cliomobile yesterday (a Siena van that is somewhat necessary when you are transporting a fam of 6).
You know, back in 2000, when President Bush was coronated (is that a word?) by part of the Supreme Court, I thought to myself--Well, I'm not optimistic, but at least he'll probably keep the budget balanced and figure out some kind of decent energy policy.
Dubya is awful because he's not even close to being good at things that Republicans are supposed to be good at.
I am glad that more people seem to be riding bikes. Imagine what Sundays before Saints games might look like this year.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
"I don't want people thinking there's just a bunch of newspaper inside this wall, and that's the only thing keeping water out."
Please note that this says nothing about the reality of our flood protection. It only talks about what the Army Corps of Engineers wants people to believe about flood protection. They don't want us to believe a certain thing. They never address the reality.
The Corps guy says that three gaps in St. Bernard's flood protection were the only places where where newspaper was used. Based on their past performance (incompetence and lies), does anybody believe them?
Jeffrey has some good stuff on this.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Also in today's Times-Pic, be sure to read the letter to the ed from Entergy that gets surly with Chris Rose because he mentioned Ashley Morris's beef with Entergy's carelessness with New Orleans street corner tiles.
Let us imagine a Louisiana that, instead of making excuses, faced the agriculture industry upstream and said: Stop sending us your waste or we'll take you to court.
Imagine a Louisiana that would say to its own industrial dischargers: Let's get to zero levels, at least for toxins, so that we can recover the river that used to be, and can be again.
So many Louisianans would benefit. I saw just a sample of them on Saturday. It was a thrilling moment. We can do this.
I'll take Entergy at their word in this case that they are working to correct the problem. However, Ashley did us all (including Entergy) a great service by bringing the problem up. (I wish the Entergy PR guy had mentioned Ashley in the letter, since Chris Rose's mention is merely Ashley's reflected glory.)
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Thank you, John Barry. Thank you, L.A. Times. Thank you, Californians in general, who seem to "get it" more than any other Americans. (Thanks to Jeffrey and Varg for showing me the link.)
[The multibillion dollar costs to protect south Louisiana from hurricanes] are a federal responsibility because benefits to the entire nation, including massive engineering projects built in, and providing direct benefit to, states as far away as North Dakota, have in the last 60 years transformed New Orleans from a city reasonably safe from hurricanes to one dangerously vulnerable to them. These projects have had an effect as great as sending saboteurs from 1,500 miles away to dynamite Louisiana's levees.
That analogy may sound like an overstatement, but it may be an understatement . . .
Human engineering has reversed [the natural land-building properties of river silt], causing the loss of roughly 2,000 square miles of land since World War II. If this buffer -- equivalent to the state of Delaware -- had not been destroyed, New Orleans would need little other hurricane protection . . .
So far, policymakers have not seen the problem as a whole, and they largely perceive federal assistance as generosity. That's the wrong way of looking at it. Given that benefits to states throughout the Mississippi Valley actually created the problem, federal funding is not generosity. It's equity.
Orleanian Wilbert L. Ross Sr. said the obvious: “I really care more about the mayor of Baker than I do about Ray Nagin,” the mayor of New Orleans.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
2. Please note something: last night's Tulane-LSU baseball game occurred just up Claiborne Avenue from the New Orleans Hornets' crushing defeat of the Dallas Mavericks. Both games started at 6:00 p.m. Both games were completely sold out. All of this happened a few hours after New Orleans hosted the presidents of three nations. Not bad for a city not good enough to host a presidential debate. World class--and we're just getting warned up.
3. I'm taking Cliette and her friend to Jazz Fest on Friday. Cliette is a big Sheryl Crow fan. So I am I. Although I think we have different agendas in going to see Ms. Crow. Ahem.
4. Still no sighting of Smartie. No smell yet either.
5. The T-P ran a headline today buried in section A about 36 shootings in Chicago over the weekend. WWAB?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
This has nixed Clio IV's plan to bring him to school today.
I hope to find Smartie with my eyes in the next 24 hours, but I have a feeling I'll be finding him with my nose in about a week.
St. Jude, Pray for Us.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Walgreen's, why do you sell those individually wrapped pickles near the checkout? More important: who buys them? Pregnant women?
While you're thinking about that, enjoy this song, which I can't get out of my head. It's not an unpleasant plight. "New Soul" indeed.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The Saints need to administer a severe beatdown that night, for their own pride and--critically--for Professor Ashley Morris.
You know what to do, Will Smith.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Oh. Would that have some other, um, effects? Sorry, but it's time for us to take care of ourselves, instead of letting the residents of the Upper Mississippi River systematically destroy our homeland.
Friday, April 11, 2008
That piece of geography will get even more holy today.
We are all getting stronger today, too, with bonds sealed in Ashley's fire.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
It's a selfish fear, but here it is: how I will feel when I go to events or places, and the big man ain't there.
It happened Saturday at the Lusher Crawfish Boil. I first met Ashley in person at the Lusher Crawfish Boil two years ago. This year, he wasn't there. It hurt.
Then, last night, I saw what the rolling impact of this man's non-presence will be like.
For my job, I attended an awards dinner last night at Harrah's Casino Theater. At the end of the evening, I was talking to a few people, and I saw the sound and light crew on the stage, breaking down equipment.
And then I noticed Troy, a neighbor from section 635, row 7, in the Louisiana Superdome. Troy and his wife, Kayla, have spent a lot of time together at Saints games with Berto, Ashley, Oyster, and me. I only see Troy at Saints games, and I hadn't seen him since the end of the season.
I walked up on to the stage with a smile, shook Troy's hand. It was good to see a guy who has been around for a lot of happy times (Saints 20, Falcons 3), and some bad times (those miserable Saints games--all losses--in Tiger Stadium).
Then, something happened. I got unexpected tears in my eyes, and just blurted out to Troy about what happened to Ashley.
I guess it was ultimately a selfish thing to do, but honestly, it was almost involuntary. I just had to share it with a proud member of the fighting 635.
Troy looked like I had punched him square in the nose. He teared up. He made a short gasp for breath.
We both chilled out quickly, but it wasn't fun.
This is going to keep happening, too.
It hurts, but it's a sign of what kind of mark a good person can make in the world. In the end, it's inspiring.
P.S. You can see John Pope's excellent memorial article about Ashley Morris here. Ray Shea and Mark Moseley obviously had a great role in the crafting of this article.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
She did all the work, and gave birth to a 6 pound, 10 ounce baby boy.
LatinTeacher will take all the credit, I'm sure.
Although this child lives in Pennsylvania, we will school him in the ways of the Black and Gold.
Monday, April 07, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
UPDATE: You will notice in my blogroll, which I created long ago, I labelled Ashley "The Inimitable." It didn't take more than three seconds to come up with that descriptor, and it holds up really well.
When his children are older, it will be difficult to describe him to them. What are the comparisons?
But we will all try, because they deserve it.