Thursday, December 22, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
1. learn to spin
2. restore house and garden
3. knit all planned projects
4. downsize, downsize, downsize--sell possessions, streamline, stop acquiring
5. find work teaching art
6. continue making art
7. show art for possible sale
8. aesthetics thesis
9. regain health
Thursday, December 15, 2005
The city has put on a brave front, preparing for Mardi Gras and conventions to jump-start its tourism-driven economy. But when will its people come home?
Since Katrina hit on August 29, 2005, the city has struggled for answers about how to restore, rebuild and repopulate its devastated residential neighborhoods and commercial zones. The reality is that New Orleans residents will not truly begin the long recovery process until they feel adequately protected from the next deadly hurricane.
One Voice for New Orleans is a grassroots campaign to educate Americans and rally them around legislative efforts to protect and restore New Orleans.
New Orleans is one of the most historic, vibrant and culturally rich cities in America, but today the city needs your help to thrive once again.
If you care about the city or its residents, tell congress that you want to protect the city from future storms.
It is time for Washington to address the deadliest civil engineering failure in this country's history-one that has cost more than 1,000 lives, has destroyed 250,000 homes and has fractured thousands of families now spread across 48 states.
The levee breaches that allowed Katrina to wash over New Orleans were caused by an act of negligence - not an act of nature - the failure to properly construct and maintain the region's flood protection system.
Right now the federal government is considering funding for a fortified levee system built to withstand strong storms and protect the city from future flooding.
Without your help, New Orleans may die. We need your help NOW.
* Forward this email to your colleagues, friends and family - especially those outside of Louisiana so that they can learn about the plight of New Orleans.
* Email your state's Congressional leaders to tell them that New Orleans matters to you.
We aren't looking for handouts, just a helping hand. Together we can save a great American city.
One Voice for New Orleans
If your are unable to click on the links in this message, please go to OVNO.org and click on the "Take Action" link to automatically email your reprsentative.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Seven things I plan to do before I die:
1. live in New Orleans
2. make art work
3. pay off my debts
4. retire in time to have 30 more years for me
5. design and knit my entire wardrobe
6. find my community again IRL
7. play my piano
Seven things I can do:
1. make art
3. write/talk your brains out
4. Think analytically… sometimes too analytically (Thanks, Kimberly.)
5. link up seemingly everything into one mondo malleable megaconcept
6. work without ceasing until I fall over
Seven things I cannot do:
1. Shut up
2. Solve much of anything
3. Breathe around cats or dogs
4. listen to talk radio
5. find enough time
6. stop once I've started
7. figure out why
Seven things that attract me to the opposite sex:
2. Sense of humor (synonymous with 1.)
4. Way with words
6. emotional strength
Seven things that I say most often:
2. I don't know
3. may i help you?
5. you there?
6. I give up
Seven celebrity crushes:
7. Johnny Depp
Would anyone else like to do this? If you do, or have, let me know. I’d love to read yours.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five some other people to do the same.
“I got the call waiting feature AND, it seems, the DSL."
Ah, the quotidian. once again, the indefinability, the complete unsearchability of the picture blog. perhaps my tagged friends can do better.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Later on, Paul was sitting out in the parking lot, presumably in the dazed state he remained in even yesterday, and a customer saw him and asked him if he needed a place to live and so now Paul lives with her and the 17 others who are now living at her house in Baton Rouge and they look fine.
I remember the Walgreens on St. Charles and Felicity, near where I stay in NO. I have heard that the place where I stay is in process of recovering, they have a web page message out, but of course who knows what will happen to any of us in the long run. Maybe the Walgreens on the corner in New Orleans, which fixed my prescription so quickly for me when I was there, is the one where Paul worked, I don't know. But today I got an email from the Walgreens on the corner here in Tampa. My regular asthma prescription is almost ready.
Monday, September 05, 2005
They hadn't gotten it. They didn't know they had gotten a response two days before. I was able to tell them their loved one was okay, and give them the phone number to the hospital. The person who had responded had provided a paragraph of good information that I read to the guy. He didn't sound excited at all; he must have been in shock. I, on the other hand, am shaking.
I contacted Belo Corp, on the line they put up for their employees to call in, and asked them to get the message out to be announced on the air on WWL-TV (I think I was talking to the benefits guy so who knows? He called me back, though, so maybe...) People, check back on the fora frequently once you've posted your plea!! Ted says they're like messages in bottles tossed into the sea. But sometimes they work!
Unbelieveable. Unbelieveable that it's me doing this, too, from my bedroom which I haven't yet left today. It's not Armageddon, Grace; it's just the breakdown of civilization as we thought we knew it.
Keep stuffing those bottles. Keep typing.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Earlier this afternoon I called CDs Saloon, prompted by a post on NOLA.com's Vieux Carre forum that indicated that people were there. It was confirmed that all the news sources that said yesterday that the quarter had 6 to 8 feet of flooding were purely false.
Yesterday I saw a CNN video report online that indicated that the reporter was standing in the quarter - on common street - while the water was rising. Usually it's the tourists that ask where the quarter is while they're standing in it. So much for responsible journalism. It's like telling me that my house just collapsed...and then saying "Oh, sorry. Wrong neighborhood." Jerk.
The only street that is flooded is Conti because of some kind of water valve breakage coming for the Wax Museum.
I didn't hear abot the degree of flooding."
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Sunday, August 28, 2005
"This is really scary," he said. "This is not a test, as your governor said earlier today. This is the real thing."
The map projecting storm surge is here.
WWOZ signed off the air at midnight. The bloggers seem to have taken heed and moved out.
"The bottom line is this is a worst-case scenario and everybody needs to recognize it," he said. "You can always rebuild your house, but you can never regain a life. And there's no point risking your life and the lives of your children."
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
i an contemplating refinancing the 2nd home equity (responsibly, not with one of those shyster ones, through my same credit union) because my property assessment went up (here in Tampa, not the port charlotte lot already reported) and I should probably keep the draw at par with it. That might ease some fears, I don't know. We shall see. I will have to clean this place up quite a bit to do it as it will have to be appraised again, although that will be free as a credit union perq. Perhaps I can do that Labor day weekend. We'll see. Sigh.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
2. Spent 2 hours training my replacement.
3. Discovered that I have Deb's phone number wrong and can't get her, although I'm supposed to pick her up to go to Knitting Night tonight. Called the LYS to see if they could contact her and fix this.
4. Had lunch with Bea, finally assuaging my shrimp craving.
5. Got Deb.
6. Went to office meeting, where I was stripped of my remaining duties except for the most laborious one and the filing, in a futile attempt to humiliate me or at least make me less delighted with life than I am at present, dammit.
7. Drove back to Tampa at 5, stopping by the house to discover that my Cafepress sample order had arrived, with which I was most pleased.
8. Picked up Deb and drove to LYS.
9. Drove Deb home from LYS when it closed; spent time once I got home trying to pick up a stitch I had dropped.
10. Powered up Semele to read the mail and rearrange the Cafepress offerings.
I lead an exciting life.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
and so today it will be socks! on two needles, I'm going to my LYS and spending the day making socks. i'd been saying I was going to wait until fall cometh but Snow has inspired me. the time is now. Socks! Pink socks! and exclamation points! pink exclamation points !!!
Friday, August 12, 2005
so i'm back horizontal again with my knitting and semele with the screen very dimmed. I give up. it has been improving some in the later afternoon and then I can become mobile, but i'm not safe to drive much. use up all my sick leave, i don't care. i can do no more. until next week, anyway.
the hurricane around this year at present doesn't seem to be headed for here, but rather the mid-atlantic states. but it's irene, not charlie, so you can see how much more active this year has been than last already...
Monday, August 08, 2005
Saturday, August 06, 2005
I am devastated. I had so looked forward to making a friend. I had made up such a nice festive package for gris gris. Now everything is all dark and black and thundery. WAAAAAhhhhhhh.
I knew it, there is just no way to make friends in this fucking town, I HATE IT!
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Yesterday, a month after my spinout, I discovered that the lot in Port Charlotte, where the hurricane came in last year on the very weekend I had planned to go down to see it, which was worth just under $2,000 when I inherited it 12 years ago...my lot now lists for $65,000.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Meanwhile, there's still the unclaimed tshirt. I suppose I will have to take a picture of it and dispay it in a plain brown wrpper here. Poor tshirt, nobody dares:>
Thursday, July 28, 2005
well, I felt Nina visit me at the time of her death, although it was in thought, not in manifestation. perhaps Kaleb is too young to know the difference? who knows. who knows. they say there are many documentations of these moment of death things.
i will miss those bear hugs. how odd that I seem to be able almost to cry at this one when I wasn't for any of the others. perhaps Ray was far enough distant...
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
my stars and garters. i'll just keep knitting. and taking days off from work to fix things. i had a wonderful, life-saving time in new orleans and 'though the car ended up costing me about $750, nearly $500 of that, being brakes and tires, was maintenance anyway, if admittedly untimely. I'd planned to take the opportunity to put in the tub faucet I really wanted instead of just fixing this one, but obviously this is not that oportunity. I bought some new batteries but I still have the original keyboard if I can't get this one working and the phone only cost ten bucks, so I can just get a new one of those if need be. The car window is still up and I really hate the job so all in all all's still right with the world here. if I can get it all done, I may even be able to finish the top I'm knitting today and get some time in at my LYS later this afternoon...
Sunday, July 24, 2005
not a usual occurrence. What I remember is that I was waiting to meet Steph, who had somehow arranged to meet me at 7 at a shopping mall of sorts, but she wasn't there. I waited around and went upstairs and when I came back down the stairs she was standing outside the elevator saying where was I? I told her I had been there since 7 as she said and then we were in a restaurant of sorts, sitting opposite each other and drinking white wine, or at least I was. And he was standing beside me--the mature man, not the one I knew. I wasn't sure who he was, or else I wasn't sure if Steph knew him, so I didn't introduce him and after a few moments he reached down and poured some of his red wine into my glass, making it pink. I had been trying to remember the name of a show I'd seen (although I remember I called it a "conference") in the course of recounting my history to Steph, and he said something about stretching fabric and I said "that was it!" and he poured the contents of his wine glass into mine and made as if to leave. I said "are you trying to pour (your?) art knowledge (back?) into my head?" thereby acknowledging him (did I introduce him to Steph?) He crossed around behind her and sat down next to me, as one might do when taking off but pausing awhile, and we continued our conversation with him occasionally interjecting softly. He had grey hair and wore no glasses. Earlier (?) in the dream I had made up a book of pictures and aphorisms and non-sequitur articles and included something of his in it. He emailed me to comment on whatever question I had included in the piece. I think this was before his appearance at the restaurant--which I don't know was an appearance, he might have been with us all along since there was no continuity before it, but might have just shown up there, too.
I don't remember having dreamed of him before ever, since I don't remember my dreams much at all. I know I've never dreamed of him as we would be now, if here were alive.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Sounds like she's not quite sure what she means, it must not have been a very good week there last week. Ah well, they'll have to get used to it sometime, after all, as I won't be there in six months. Since they really weren't sure what I did, I suppose it is confusing. But pre-approving this situation? After they've essentially insisted I get lost?? Gimme a break! I should've just taken the whole two weeks in the first place, when they were all anxious for me to, rather than leaving it open to extend if necessary--and now this, THIS is necessary! Unbelievable. But not really, I suppose; this actually is just another example of why I'm so glad I'm out of there.
To think that, when I assured her I did not intend to take all 6 weeks (actually, some 8.5, by December) she was all "you do whatever is best for you, I really mean that." Yeah, right. Guess the shit that hit the fan was somehow "unforeseen." (Pay no attention to the shit that hit my car...)
Denouement: I creep into Marianna, Florida this morning to find out just how much damage really is done to my car. I am hoping for a simple pre-paid alignment fix, but the fact that both hubcaps blew off the right side of the car does not seem to me to be a good sign. It may be a while before I post here again...