pjthompson: quotes (quotei)

Random quote of the day:


“I saw a dead guy on the front porch of a shotgun double on a working-class street, and the only sound was wind chimes.  Everybody here has a dead-guy story now.  Everybody here will always be different.”

—Chris Rose, “The First Time Back,” 1 Dead in Attic: After Katrina

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

pjthompson: quotes (quotei)

Random quote of the day:

 

“If there was no New Orleans, America would be just a bunch of free people dying of boredom.”

—Judy Deck, email to Chris Rose, quoted in 1 Dead in Attic

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

pjthompson: quotes (quotei)

Random quote of the day:

 

“If there was no New Orleans, America would be just a bunch of free people dying of boredom.”

—Judy Deck, email to Chris Rose, quoted in 1 Dead in Attic

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

pjthompson: quotes (quotei)

Random quote of the day:

 

“Natural disasters are a good career move for a man in my line of work.”

—Chris Rose, newspaper columnist, 1 Dead in Attic: After Katrina

(Mr. Rose speaks from deep heartbreak and survivor shock here. This book is a harrowing look at the first four months after Katrina. Composed of the columns he wrote for the Times-Picayune after he returned to the city days after the disaster struck, it’s moving, despairing, cynical, with sparks of humor. It details the flailing attempts of the city to cope and struggle back on its feet, and the frightful impact on the poor people often forgotten in the aftermath of the storm.  It’s an amazing piece of journalism, an amazing testament.)

 

 

Disclaimer:  The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

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I guess I started reading this collection of essays by Chris Rose as a kind of talisman, hoping history doesn't repeat itself, not at almost the same damn time of year, not before New Orleans has gotten back on its feet, while it's still recovering and reeling from betrayal and mismanagement and damned shameful neglect.

But it may take awhile to get all the way through the book. It's riveting, but emotional, and so, so good. Understated and beautiful writing—every page, so far, a journey into a place I hope we never go again.

I really hope Gustav turns out to be media hype, but the fact is, it's already a killer. It's slammed Cuba hard and even if it misses New Orleans, it will probably slam into some other place hard. So, God bless Cuba, God bless New Orleans, and God bless that unknown place of landfall.

I hope it's enough. I'll keep reading my talisman and hoping. Don't know what else I can do.
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Weird a*s thought of the day: "I wonder if Marie Laveau's tomb got drowned?"

So of course I had to go find out. Second to the last vignette here:

http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/ap/20050907/ap_on_re_us/katrina_vignettes_ready1

Same story, with pictures. Last picture in the sequence. Some of these are heartbreaking, so your choice:

http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/05250/566866.stm

Argh! of the day: Somehow between last night and this afternoon, the ms. for Night Warrior got corrupted. Or maybe it was all along. I had to reimpose Normal on the whole document, then go back and reset my chapter headings and section dividers. It didn't take too long, but it was a pain in the booty. And the reason I think the ms. may have been corrupted for awhile is because although I wrote new text, after I'd fixed it, I got the same word count as yesterday (SMF). At least I hope cleaning out the corruption is responsible for that. I shudder to think I've lost text. I've got hardcopies of everything and multiple e-copies, so hopefully I'm covered.

Quote of the day:

"If the sparrow knew that nothing lasted forever, would it still sing?"

—Alice Hoffman, Second Nature
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Another way to help: In SoCal, anyway. See if there are similar programs in your area. Help pack boxes of relief supplies:

http://www.childrenshungerfund.org/

Quote of the day:

"Not only are there no happy endings, there aren't even any endings."

—Neil Gaiman, American Gods

Gas price of the day: Last night I paid $3.39 a gallon at my regular station for my regular gas. It was down in the two-nineties last time I filled up. Good thing I don't drive much. I've had the car since December and just barely passed the 3000 mile mark. Thank heavens I live close to work.

I didn't stick to my usual habit of waiting until I was on fumes before refilling--although there aren't any gas shortages here. I needed gas, but I had maybe a third of a tank to go.

I'd take mass transit if it was conveniently available. About the only way I could drive less would be to take the bus to work. And although I only live about seven miles from my job, I'd have to take two different buses to get there. Even our bus system sucks in L.A. The service is decent (especially so on the Santa Monica Blue Bus), but everything is such a patchwork of municipalities that there are three different bus companies operating in my immediate vicinity--LA, Santa Monica, Culver City. The Metro only exists in downtown LA and outlying suburbs.

So far there are no connecting lines here on the Westside. Too much pricy real estate here, I guess. The snooty rich folks don't want to encourage the riff-raff coming into their communities. So their maids and nannies have to make do with transferring buses multiple times in order to come into the Westside to do their job. Sometimes I loathe Westsiders, even though I've lived here all my life; even though I've been amongst the riff-raff contingent still clinging to the few riff-raff enclaves left over on this side of town.

Sorry. Not helpful. But scenes like the ones in New Orleans always bring out my working class resentment—even though it's not at all helpful in healing the ills there. I can't help but think that if the people left behind and in so much trouble had been rich folks, help would have gotten there much sooner.

Sorry again. Anger anesthetizes.

Typo of note: even though I've been amongst the riff-raff contingent still clinging to the few riff-raff enclaves left over on this side of time.



The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
'If this were only cleared away,'
They said, 'it would be grand.'

'If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
'That they could get it clear?'
'I doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
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In my mind all week, Louis Armstrong has been singing:

Do you know what it means
to miss New Orleans
and miss it each day of the year?


During the day I alternate between anger and keeping myself distracted and functioning. Anger can anesthetize as surely as drugs and alcohol; distraction is a form of fight-or-flight behavior, I think. It's such a helpless feeling to see so much and not be able to do a damned thing about it.

In the evenings, I try more distraction--run, run, run away--and have to turn off the news at a certain point because my spirit keeps sinking lower. I try to bury myself in books and writing and stupid TV shows, but I'm restless.

At night, though, in sleep--the levee breaks. All the things I haven't been able to take in during the day come flooding in on me: Katrina and its aftermath, the faces of the people on the news, their voices crying out, and--over and over again--that dog stuck on that roof of a flooded house all by himself.

I woke up around midnight because I heard the front windows shatter, people trying to get in to my apartment. Everything was quiet once I opened my eyes. Two hours later it was an angry, animalistic shriek that woke me. But there wasn't anyone shrieking except in my dreams. A couple hours after that someone calling frantically for help brought me awake, and I forget what woke me that last time. It was time to get up, anyway. To go to work and get back to the routine of my life.

Now, my pissant dreams aren't anything compared to the genuine suffering that's happening on the Gulf Coast. I'm not suggesting that. They're not even very important. But I know I'm not alone in this. I've spoken to a couple of other people whose nightmares are heavily influenced by Katrina. It was good to know I wasn't alone in this.

You're not alone, either, if it's happening to you.
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I'm trying to live in the present tense, but mostly the present tense is just making me furious. Now, anger can be a good motivator when it's me and my stuff and I need to get moving. But when it's the national or world stuff and there's not a damned thing I can do about it but stew at all the lies and...it's just destructive. So I let it off the leash a couple of times a day in the privacy of my own mind, or with like-minded cronies, then try to concentrate on something else. Results are variable.

Writing business of the day: I posted chapter one of Charged With Folly to the workshop. The urge to abandon Night Warrior is great, but I'm about three-quarters of the way through chapter 27 and the threads of all three timelines are starting to come together. I'm still plugging away because...I do have to finish it. I reckon I've got two or three sections in the 6th century left, maybe the same for 1968 and 1977. And maybe less. It all depends on how much I can accomplish during each transition. I'm currently in '68 and things are coming together somewhat faster than I anticipated when I made the last transition. So, I may finish this thing.

You know, I love those characters and I really want to do right by them—that's not the reason I feel like abandoning the story. I've just come to the conclusion that the world they inhabit isn't selling and I need to move on to a new world.

Of course, if Shivery Bones sells within the next year, I'll be right back in that universe and writing my little fingers off.

Quote of the day:

"Our soul...does not simply sit in a body like water in a jar. Rather, it merges with the body, so that each permeates the other as the golden color of a sunflower permeates its petals."

—Jalaja Bonheim, Aphrodite's Daughters
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9/11, the war in Iraq, the tsunami, London bombings, Katrina... The 21st Century had better change it's tune right quick or turn out to be another terror like it's older brother, the 20th Century.

I haven't got a single useful thing to say that hasn't already been said: I've been horrified and fascinated by the events down south, like everyone else. I've made my donations; and inspired by [livejournal.com profile] raecarson asked if our not-for-profit does corporate matching. It does not, so a bunch of us are doing our individual thing. [livejournal.com profile] sartorias and [livejournal.com profile] buymeaclue, amongst others, posted useful go-to places for donations. In the unlikely event no one has encountered these yet, here's a couple:

http://www.redcross.org/
http://www.noahswish.org/ (disaster relief for animals)

It's too large and too horrible to take in properly. It breaks my heart.

I keep flashing back to a picture I saw of a dog--looked to be a retriever mix--sitting all by himself on the roof of a house with the flood waters lapping at the eaves. I don't know if he was smart enough to get up there by himself or if his people had been picked up, but the rescue folks refused to take him...

I don't minimize the human cost--it's horrible. But that picture really did me in. The animals are so helpless in all this, so dependent on us to take care of them. And when disaster strikes, people are often forced to abandon them. It's a tragedy on both sides of the equation. I know if that was my dog, it would drive me more than a little insane to leave him.

Bless all the people and all their animals.

ETA: Hannah told me that the Humane Society is also doing rescue work for animals. They are at:

http://www.hsus.org/

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