Showing posts with label new orleans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new orleans. Show all posts

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Story of the Week!

Via the New York Times: A Razor-Sharp Focus Trumps Uncertainty

PORT SULPHUR, La., Dec. 4 — The smell of gasoline fills the ruined gym each evening as a generator sputters to life. A string of bulbs provides thin lighting above the weight-lifting equipment that sits on a warped and abandoned basketball court. A makeshift dressing area for the South Plaquemines High football team spreads beneath one backboard, where floodwaters from Hurricane Katrina rose above the rim, 10 feet off the floor.

...There will be plenty of bright lights and varmint-free locker space Saturday when South Plaquemines (12-2) plays for a Class 1A state championship in the Superdome, 45 miles north in New Orleans, completing a remarkable season of perseverance and indomitable spirit.


And they had the whole town lining the highway to see them off, and a full police escort with sirens blaring all the way up to the Superdome. They passed me on my way home from work. I honked!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Streetcars!!!


Not quite to our house yet, but running from Napoleon to downtown. :-)

Monday, October 22, 2007

Traumatized, Never Leaving House Again

I thought it was bad when I arrived at the lot to discover that where I'd parked this morning was now a rather large pond.

Then my car floated on General DeGaulle. And I realized it could be much, much worse.

FLOATED.

When I reached my house (an hour later) the water on our street had receded. But I parked on the lawn anyhow. Oh no. I am not playing.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Thing That Is Not a Thing Update...

The Thing is in the Gulf, but has yet to spin up into anything big. Coastal Flood Watch in effect. Was asked to unplug all cords and move stuff away from the door and off the floor. The weather outside today was quite cool, breezy, and gorgeous, however.

SPECIAL TROPICAL DISTURBANCE STATEMENT
NWS TPC/NATIONAL HURRICANE CENTER MIAMI FL
400 PM EDT THU SEP 20 2007

THERE ARE NO INDICATIONS YET THAT THE LOW HAS BEGUN TO ACQUIRE TROPICAL
CHARACTERISTICS... ALL INTERESTS ALONG THE NORTHERN GULF COAST SHOULD MONITOR
THE PROGRESS OF THIS SYSTEM.

The most impacted areas by the high tides will be outside of the hurricane levee protection system in Plaquemines, lower St. Bernard parish and in low lying areas of coastal Mississippi. The Weather Service says a few locations could become inaccessible at high tide.


Oh, see, no. Hell no.

This interest along the Northern Gulf Coast will be monitoring the system. After I get back from kickball.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

BUT WILL...

... the Tropical Thing over Florida cross into the Gulf in time to prevent me from having to go to work on Friday? That is all I want to know. Otherwise it has no relevance to me. If it is just going to arrive after Friday and rain and make my weekend suck, then it needn't bother coming here. If it wants to come Friday, though... well, then we can talk. Thank you.

http://www.nola.com/hurricane/index.ssf/2007/09/system_may_cross_florida_into.html

Wednesday, August 29, 2007



"I don't remember how I felt
I never thought I'd live
To read about myself in my hometown paper
How my brave young life was forever changed
In a misty cloud of pink vapor
Darling, give me your kiss
Only understand
I am the nothing man
Around here, everybody acts the same
Around here, we all act like nothing's changed
Friday night the club meets at Al's Barbecue
The sky is still the same unbelievable blue
You can call me Joe
Buy me a drink and shake my hand
You want courage?
I'll show you courage you can understand"


I am not the same person I was two years ago. Would you be?

Friday, July 6, 2007

Random NOLA Celebrity Sighting: Kimberly Elise

Right on the heels of last week's celebrity sighting! Kimberly Elise ate at Everyone's Favorite Magazine Street Restaurant (aka where I work) tonight. Which gives me cause to wonder how many other people from movies I've seen while remaining blithely clueless. Of course, if our bartender hadn't recognized her, I think we would have caught up when her driver came in and asked us to tell them he was going, and they'd have to get a cab back to the hotel. Anyway she was wearing a super cute dress that we all coveted, and was very nice, and asked me if it would be hard to get a cab and where was a good dessert place.

According to IMDB, she is currently filming The Great Debaters in Shreveport. She must have come down for the weekend for Essence Fest. The Great Debaters also stars Denzel Washington and Forest Whitaker. Again with the "Damn, why didn't you bring your co-stars with you?!!" She must be pretty tight with Denzel-- she's been in three movies with him! And ooohh-- apparently she was also my favorite character in the Beloved movie... and everyone knows that I think Beloved is one of the greatest novels of the 20th century (maybe you didn't, but now you do). Anyhow, I'm apparently on something of a streak with the random celebrity sightings.

Although I heard I missed Stifler's mom on my day off. (I know I would have recognized Jennifer Coolidge... or so I like to tell myself. Sigh.)

Don't Wanna Celebrate

I don't celebrate the 4th of July anymore. This is because I don't really live in the United States of America anymore, but in a small independent city-state at the southern end of the Mississippi River. Seriously. I personally think we should secede, and take all of our oil with us.

Yes, I am disillusioned with the current state of America. What do you expect? I am a socially liberal, pro-choice, anti-war woman in a young demographic with a buttload of student debt who lives in New Orleans. The current government has made it perfectly clear on several fronts that it doesn't care about me, or other people like me. So why should I care about it?

I suppose I could go the other way and say that the 4th of July doesn't have to be about "Rah rah America!" I suppose I could have celebrated it because it was Independence Day, and that's a good thing (never mind what we chose to do with it and that if we had a parliamentary system of government like Britain and practically every other civilized country, we wouldn't be in our current situation). But as it happens, I didn't really celebrate the 4th of July. America doesn't inspire "rah rah" feelings in me these days.

Besides, I was at work.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Random NOLA Celebrity Sighting: Brittany Snow?

Apparently this girl, who had a late lunch at the restaurant today, is in movies. I didn't know. I've never seen her in anything. But a girl I work with recognized her as being in the movie John Tucker Must Die, and couldn't think of her name. So she went in the office and looked her up on the internet, and came back out and declared her to be Brittany Snow. (We weren't particularly busy.) Her credit card also backed this up. Apparently she is in town filming Black Water Transit, which Laurence Fishburne, Stephen Dorff, and Karl Urban are also in. They did not, however, have lunch at the restaurant.

She and whoever she was with were very chill and had very large sunglasses on. But other than that, there was nothing to indicate that she was in movies. She looked like a random Tulane student to me. Who knew?

Edited to add: Oh! She was the crazy neo-Nazi girl that Matt dated on Nip/Tuck. I should have recognized her from that. But she looked skinnier in real life.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Restaurant Meme

OK, I've been tagged by both NOLADawn and Sadie for the restaurant meme that's going around.

These are the rules:

1. Link to the name of the person who tagged you.
2. Include the state and country you’re in.
3. List your top 5 favorite places to eat at your location (locally).
4. Tag 5 other people (preferably from other countries/states) and let them know they’ve been tagged.

I am in New Orleans, LA, USA.

My five favorite restaurants are...

1. Upperline, Uptown. This is one of those great New Orleans restaurants that's sort of hidden. Well, not really. It's only two blocks off St. Charles, but it's not in the Quarter or in a tourist area. It's still worth finding, if you're visiting. The owner collects art, and the interior is funky and eclectic. You might as well drop the $50 and get the sampler that includes six or seven mini-portions of the fabulous, fabulous Creole food. It is worth it.

2. K-Paul's, French Quarter. We had one of our best meals of 2006 here, and therefore I am including it even though it's the sort of place we can't afford to go to a lot. It's just good Cajun, and while we were there some drunk old people just got up out of their chairs and started second lining around the dining room and we all shrugged and said, "Whatever" and clapped along, because stuff like that happens in New Orleans on a regular basis.

3. Bacco, French Quarter. I had the Most Amazing Appetizer Thing I've Ever Had here. Next time I'm just going to skip the entree and just get three of it. It involved oysters and artichokes and... oh I don't know, just trust me. It's one of the Brennan's restaurants, and it's a New Orleans twist on Italian.

4. Jacques-Imo's Cafe, Oak Street. I haven't had a bad meal at Jacques-Imo's, but it's really the sort of place you take your friends from out of town because it's super cool and weird and has crazy decor, rather than because of the food.

5. Nacho Mama's, Magazine Street. I think if you live Uptown you are either a Nacho Mama's person or a Juan's Flying Burrito person. OK, so it's not "New Orleans food" (although you can get a crawfish enchilada), but it is the only place we could accurately be said to frequent. Oh boy, do we frequent Nacho Mama's. We can split a pitcher of top shelf margaritas with the best of 'em.

5. a) Basil Leaf Thai
5. b) Sukho Thai

I didn't include them in my five because I can't decide which one I like best. But I think I have sampled all the Thai food places in New Orleans, and these are the best. Basil Leaf is on Carrollton and Sukho Thai is in the Marigny. I do love Thai food, except that I always seem to just get pad thai whenever I go out. Which is lame.

As an addendum, we are believers in Reginelli's for pizza and Five Happiness for Chinese. But I didn't count these either because we get delivery.

If you haven't done this one yet (I say this because I've seen like 4 of it today), consider yourself tagged!

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Very... Badly... Burned...

So, since I have one of those Eastern European complexions that allows me to usually skip the sunburn and go straight to tan, I thought it would be OK to slap some sunscreen on my face and the tops of my shoulders and go to Jazzfest yesterday.

This was an error. Seven straight hours in the sun is not cool when you do not have a base tan. I only get sunburned like this about once every two years, but that is enough for me.

Today I am a lobster. A crispy lobster. And it sucks. Also, I have a horrible tank top line that it will probably take me the next two months to get rid of. But we saw Rebirth Brass Band, and the Norah Jones show was awesome, and I ran into someone I hadn't seen since we worked together at summer camp seven years ago, so it was cool.

Now I'm going to take an Advil and try not to rub any parts of my skin together ever again.

Friday, April 13, 2007

I Hate You, Rock of New Orleans

OK, I'm back again. This is my day off, and I'm working on a short story on the computer anyway, so it is apparently also a blogging day. I have to rant about 104.1 The Rock of New Orleans. I have had it with this station's persistent sexism. It drives me up a friggin' wall. Mike claims he listens to the station all the time and doesn't hear anything misogynistic. I'm like, you must have a higher tolerance level than me, or just be oblivious because you aren't female. Because just now in the car I CLEARLY HEARD them play the tagline, "The Rock of New Orleans: good music, hot chicks." And you cannot tell me that is appropriate to use as a tagline for your radio station. You cannot. There's another slogan that says something about "T&A," which I've also heard. And really, a visit to their website is all you need to confirm everything I'm saying. It's like the thought that they might have female listeners never occurred to them, or it did, and they just decided to ignore us.

I think I'm going to write them a nasty letter. They'd probably just roll their eyes and say, "Go listen to the Diva." Because that is the kind of guy (clearly it is a guy) I imagine runs the station. But I don't want to listen to Diva 92.3, because I don't like the music. I don't like pop, I like 90's rock. Both my exes listened to The Diva, the "girly" station, and I don't remember either of them having to deal with offensive content. I don't understand why there's a need to "gender" a radio station at all. Hello, it's radio. Shouldn't it be about the music? Exactly how are "hot chicks" relevant to the radio format? YOU CAN'T SEE PEOPLE OVER THE RADIO. And shouldn't there, you know, not be porn on a professional business website?

Why don't you boycott them, you ask? Why don't you not listen to the station if it makes you foam at the mouth?

I think this is what pisses me off the most. Because 104.1 and Bayou 95.7 are the only two stations I like. I love the music 104.1 plays. It puts me in a really uncomfortable position. I've sort of made this compromise with myself where, when a song stops and the talking starts, I immediately switch stations to keep myself from getting all worked up. But I'm still offended and I don't like it.

P.S. I also hate the two entitled Uptown mommy-types who double-parked their two unnecessarily giant Lexus SUVs next to me in the parking lot at Roly Poly so I could barely get out of my spot. First of all, why don't you just kill some baby seals while you're at it? Second, here's a thought: if you were both going to Roly Poly, each with ONE small child, why didn't you just ride together? Because I'm perfectly sure four people can fit in one of those monster vehicles, and then the rest of us wouldn't have to seethe because you've blocked off most of a tiny parking lot. And I thought going out of the house would be good for my mood. Heh! :-P

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Bushie Makes An Appearance

I have it on good authority that President Bush is, in fact, roughly six blocks from my house. Today. Perhaps as we speak. I don't think I'm supposed to say how I know this , but let's just say I know (ETA: Oh, it's in the paper this morning, good. No one can yell at me for telling the big secret). I find it disingenuous that he ignores us for months, then decides to fly in and make showboating speeches. But whatever, nobody asked me. Though I am sorely tempted to walk over there and see if I can sneak in and tell him to go fuck himself, I think I'll stay in. It looks like rain. It's not like I'll be able to get through the neighborhood with the Secret Service here anyway.

(In case you aren't aware, I'm referencing the ER doctor in Mississippi who, upon returning to his destroyed home to salvage his stuff after Katrina, found his road blocked off by the Secret Service because Dick Cheney was holding a press conference. He then crashed the press conference and yelled, "Go fuck yourself, Mr. Cheney!" from the back of the crowd. This appeared in the Spike Lee documentary. It was kind of awesome.)

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

%&*#$^@ Traffic Court

Can we have a moment for how I have to drive to Algiers now, to the permanently "temporary" traffic court? Can we have a moment for the fact that I'm only going to set up a court date to contest my speeding ticket, which means that going to Algiers today only gains me the privilege of having to go to Algiers again in two weeks? Can we have a moment for the fact that you used to be able to set a court date on the internet or over the phone, but the system has been broken since Katrina? How about a moment for me asking the officer where I had to go, because I know perfectly well that the Broad Street traffic court has been closed since Katrina, and him cutting me off and droning, "Just follow the instructions on the back of your ticket, ma'am." WHICH ARE INCORRECT. As is most of the information on the City of New Orleans' website, until you click the dropdown menu instead of the side menu, and then this semi-hidden page miraculously appears telling you that traffic court is now in Algiers. Can we have a moment for how you can only pay in cash? Or how you can still plead guilty over the website, but if you want to contest your ticket, the instructions are vague and the process is so much of a pain in the ass that I'm tempted to just send them $350 (except... not). Can we have a moment for the phone number for traffic court being not in service? And, last but not least, this piece of hilarity that a Google search turned up?

Let us all be silent and have a moment. Thanks.

Friday, February 23, 2007

The Apocalypse Has Already Happened. We Know. We Were There

Or, the post-Katrina update on what's happening in our fair city.

Lord. Where to start. The first thing you should know about post-Katrina New Orleans is that, while things are vastly better than they were when I moved back a little over a year ago, they aren't as good as the rest of the country assumes they are.

No real, centralized plan has emerged, and now, a year and a half later, it seems unlikely that one will. I think the window for that has passed. People who wanted to come back did, and they're dealing with their shit themselves. There will be no vast restructuring or replanning of the city, which is too bad, because it seems like an opportunity missed. It seems like there could have been a new, exciting initiative, and then the enthusiasm petered out and the moment passed and people were left doing the same thing they were doing all along, which was doing it for themselves. The sad thing is, the demographic most affected by Katrina was the low-income and elderly. I guess they're left to fend for themselves, too. This might explain why so many people elected to just leave it all behind. Can you imagine starting over at the age of eighty, after perhaps saving for sixty years so you could finally pay off your house? And then your insurance company makes up some B.S. excuse to not pay out, and you can't afford to hire an attorney, so you get... nothing. Which is what's left of eighty years of your life. Nothing.

But someone, at some point, is going to realize we can't have blocks upon blocks of blighted, abandoned properties. Maybe then a plan will spring up. Or maybe we'll just be living amongst miles of urban blight for the next twenty years. It's not a very optimistic view, but I haven't seen anything out of the leadership that gives a person reason to hope. For one thing, the federal money? Those billions of dollars? Where the hell is it? Actual people aren't getting that money. From what I've read about the Road Home grant process, it's a joke. You fill out all this crap, only to have a computer spit out a piece of paper informing you that you can have 100 bucks. Whoo. Like that's going to rebuild a house.

Is the city hoarding the money then? Well, judging from the fact that there are car-sized potholes that the city can't afford to fill in and streetlights that have been dead for a year and a half, I'm going to have to conclude that they haven't seen any of that money either. The city can't afford to repair any of their facilities, hire enough police officers, or keep order during a rampant crime wave. Oh, and the pumps. No one seems to care that over half of the pump system is still offline, in a city that lies below sea level. Last month it rained for 24 hours and there was knee-deep water in the streets. Because this has devolved into a pretty negative rant on the State of New Orleans, I will throw out there that the new trash company is awesome. It was the cleanest Mardi Gras I've seen, and they are actually taking our trash consistently on a weekly basis. (For those of you in other cities, this concept is probably like, "So? Of course the trash gets picked up." But things like the trash getting picked up do not happen here post-Katrina. Just a small illustration of the crap that people have learned to put up with here.)

The second thing to be aware of is that we aren't talking about localized destruction here. You can drive through blocks upon blocks of... nothing. I don't mean after the storm you could. I mean today, right now, you could hop in the car and do so. Some of the houses still have the furniture sitting inside, covered in a layer of caked mud and dust. Katrina prompted a mass exodus of hundreds of thousands of people, which has not happened in the United States to that large a scale since the Civil War. I can understand why people are angry at the fraud that happened during Katrina... but you have to realize that was FEMA (I think we've all seen exactly how efficient that organization turned out to be), not us. It seems like all the media coverage is negative, and it frustrates me that people read these news stories about a few bad eggs among HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of people and say, "Well, don't send any more of my tax dollars to help 'those people.'"

Let me tell you what it was like, because I am not sure people understand what really went down. We had a car and were able to drive out on the last day. We didn't leave until they announced it was a Category 5, so we had very little time to pack our stuff. We were grad students, so we didn't have money saved. It's not hard to imagine that others didn't, either. Now picture being in a hotel (we weren't in a hotel, but many people were), and then the news filtering in that you won't be able to go back into the city-- as in, there are armed military people at checkpoints keeping you out-- for one month. How do you pay? What do you do? If FEMA hadn't acted fast and direct deposited that first $2,000, I certainly wouldn't have been able to make it. And I didn't have a carload of kids, pets, elderly parents, or other dependents relying on me. So the negativity of the coverage grates on me. Yes, money was wasted. But it is a fraction of the amount of money wasted in Iraq. (I would dig up the statistic, but I can't be bothered. So just think about it.) And if I was the leadership of the U.S., I would be embarrassed to have other countries look at us and think in their heads that we're quick to push the ideals of democracy on others, yet we don't seem to care about people within our own borders. New Orleans was left out of the State of the Union address for two years running. That certainly tells me where George W. Bush's priorities are.

To the right is the Ninth Ward, taken from the bridge. You can see here the new levee wall built by the Army Corps of Engineers (click and enlarge). Note that this "new" levee does not actually provide protection beyond the level of the old levee. This means it's just as inadequate, should the same storm hit again. We have all these promises of Category 5 protection, but is anyone making sure it's delivered? We don't get a sense of who's on that. Is anyone on that? Shouldn't they be? The picture to the right was taken in late November. See the field to the right of the levee? That wasn't a field in the summer of 2005. It was a neighborhood, rows of houses. You can drive through and see the paved driveways leading to nothing. In New Orleans, they call it the Federal Flood. Which brings me to the third thing I'm not sure people know-- this field of brown grass where houses used to be, it wasn't caused by an unstoppable force of nature. It was caused by human error. Really, do people know that? Because you read all these editorials where people are like, "See? It snowed/tornadoed/stormed/flooded here and we aren't demanding money!" Yes, Katrina would have caused billions of dollars in wind damage on its own. But the catastrophic flooding that caused the majority of the 1,500 casualties? It was the shoddy construction of the levee built by the Army Corps of Engineers. Of course they aren't liable, because you can't sue the federal government. So really, when people here demand help from the federal government, we aren't being greedy. We just want them to clean up their mess. Because it is their mess.

So, to refresh: This city does not trust the federal government. People don't seem to trust governor Kathleen Blanco either, though most of the ire is directed toward George Bush and Ray Nagin. When someone says they saw Nagin, the mayor, out somewhere, 9 out of 10 times someone will bust out with, "You did? Wait, you saw him? Where?" This is because he's frustrated people with his tendency to lay low and go silent for months on end. It pisses people off, as does the fact that he bought a house in Dallas after the storm. I remain baffled as to who, exactly, re-elected him, because no one seems to want him around. Crime is way up in the city, and population is down. Maybe if there weren't so many abandoned, deserted houses, there wouldn't be such rampant crime. But again, no one has a plan for that land. We're sort of in limbo here. Still, every day a new store opens. Every day a dumpster appears on the street, and a house is gutted, the contents of someone's old life tossed in the bin for the world to see. Every day a house gets torn down, a basement gets sheetrocked. The Hispanic population is booming, and there are taco trucks parked on the corners selling lunch to the workers. Stores are actually open 24 hours again, because there are enough people to work in them. So it goes.

I have opinions on what's going on in the city, but I'm not as up on current events as many New Orleans bloggers. Really, you want to go read Wet Bank Guide for that, because he does a far better job than me. I'm sorry that this turned into more of a rant than an update. The whole Katrina thing tends to bring that out in me. Now I'm off to take a shower and go for Thai. Because the fact that there is Thai food means the city is probably going to make it. Oh! And I nearly forgot my plug: in spite of the eight paragraphs of rant appearing above, I should mention that the French Quarter is fine, as is the Garden District. So basically, everything you would want to see as a tourist is still there, except the streetcars, so you'll probably want to stay downtown rather than on St. Charles. None of the tourist areas were flooded, and the other damage is mostly repaired. If you come today, you will see the same architecturally and culturally unique city you saw before the storm. The city is up and running for tourism, so please tell everyone you know. The city desparately needs the tourist dollars (I know, I know, as a waitress they wouldn't do me any harm either).

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Happy Mardi Gras! (We're Passed Out)

What separates this...
... from this?

The answer: about 12 hours. We were up at 7:30 AM to catch Zulu, and managed to go until about 8:30 PM before everyone abruptly lost the will to live. The plan was to shower, rally, and go to the Quarter to watch the mounted police shut down Mardi Gras at midnight... but we didn't manage to motivate further than the living room floor.

If you've wondered where I've been for the last several days, this is where. I've been straight alternating between work, parades, and sleep since Friday. My feet hurt, I am covered in dirt, and I drank Bailey's and coffee this morning before I even had breakfast. Happy Mardi Gras, y'all. Happy Mardi Gras.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

More Tornado

I'm not about to walk over there with my camera and check it out because it would be horribly disrespectful and tacky, but here are some photos from the Times Picayune of the damage in the Carrollton area this morning. This is one mile from our apartment. I can hear a lot of sirens from my house, going back and forth. Apparently we are lucky to have power, because a whole chunk of Uptown on the other side of Tulane from us, up through Mid City, is knocked out and they're saying it will be days. Eerily, just like after Katrina, it is a gorgeous day outside, 75 and sunny with a bit of a breeze gusting through still.

I had seven or eight phone calls this morning while I was at work. So yes, I AM okay. It was a mile away and we didn't even have wind damage here. I somehow slept through the whole thing. It hit around 3:00 AM, and I had passed out at 1:30 after working a double shift, so I was dead to the world. Apparently people further away than us heard the tornado, but I missed it. Don't ask me how I managed to miss hail. (I slept through an earthquake once my junior year at St. Lawrence. What can I say? I like my sleep.) I feel very sorry for these people, many of whom probably just spent hundreds of thousands of dollars fixing their houses after Katrina.



Right, Sweetie

So Mike is always making fun of me because I actually feel danger whenever there are massive tornado warnings and the sky turns a pale shade of yellow-green. He claims that we are in the middle of an urban area and therefore we're safe, because there are buildings all around and tornados only go to open spots. Hence Kansas constantly getting hit with them.

Well.

A tornado apparently touched down at Burdette and Freret Streets last night. This is approximately 16 blocks away from our house, on the other side of Tulane. In fact, I was driving through this area three hours earlier, because I gave an undergrad without a car a ride home from work. It started to rain shortly after I got home.

If a tornado can touch down a mile away, it can touch down here. I rest my case. So there. I'm going to hide under the furniture next time.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

New Orleans Mayoral Election Redux

This afternoon we will trek to vote for the second time, each to our own place of polling. (Mine is four blocks one way, and Mike's is four blocks the other way. Go figure.) I think we're both voting for Landrieu. Though we are both tempted to vote for whoever sent us less annoying junk mail. Seriously, yesterday we got about 30 pieces of political mail. It just cascaded through the mail slot, and then when we went to get groceries, we discovered that the Republicans had left fliers on my car. Oy. I do not think Nagin has necessarily done a bad job, but I do think some fresh blood-- with political connections-- can hopefully jump start the process here.

New York Times and Times Picayune with coverage.

And now I must go, because, unbelievably enough, we have Sabres vs. Hurricanes in Game 1 of the Eastern Conference Finals appearing on our very own TV in our very own apartment in Louisiana. And when the cable gods and the hockey gods align, it is not to be questioned.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

FEMA Cheap Shot of the Day

Me: So I waited on this table full of 6 FEMA workers today. They asked for separate checks. It takes me 20 minutes to do them, and when I get back to the table, they go, "Oh, you can just put these two on this card, and these two on this one." Why the hell don't you tell me that BEFORE I separate your checks? Do you not comprehend the concept of separate checks?
Mike: And you wonder why FEMA can't get their accounting straight.

Because everyone (well, here in NOLA at least) loves a good FEMA joke.