enduringplum: (Poppies)
( Nov. 4th, 2006 12:54 am)
It's hard for me to believe it's nearly Christmas again— it somehow feels like my second one ever— and so much is still in flux! It's surreal, to say the least, but it's still the most wonderful time of the year and last year it was a balm for my hurting heart.

...And this year will be so much better, because Bestemor is coming!
enduringplum: (Mizumi Red)
( Aug. 24th, 2006 12:37 am)
"Hello All,
Have you wondered just what all is being done to commemorate the first anniversary of Hurricane Katrina and the subsequent flooding of New Orleans?  I have.  I've found all sorts of listing for marches and candlelight vigils and prayer circles and demonstrations and all sorts of things happening here in New Orleans and the surrounding parishes.  Well, our fearless leaders have done a pretty good job of ignoring and turning a blind eye to our plight after making upteen empty promises throughout the past year.  I have a hard time believing they'll be paying attention to our breaking hearts as we come together to mourn this coming weekend.

So - as an effort to bring a few helpful reminders to their doorstep, I'm taking part in "Watering the Bushes".  The idea and execution are pretty simple. Mail a bottle of water to the White House with the New Orleans Ernest N. Morial Convention Center as the return address.   Surely you've been inundated with the facts about how long people waited for rescue - supposedly unbeknownst to Michael Brown - at the Convention Center.  First hand accounts tell us that they were without water and food for days.  Spike Lee's documentary "When the Levees Broke" has excellent footage.  I highly recommend seeing it if/when you can.  Anyway, if nothing else, at least the White House will have supplies ready for the next disaster to befall American citizens.  You'll know you've made a direct contribution to emergency relief efforts, whatever they may be.  And if they are all returned - at least the Convention Center will have water!

No American citizen deserves what has befallen the hundreds of thousands of residents of the Gulf Coast.  Insurance refuses to pay, the SBA makes incorrect calculations and the rescinds its offer - and demands the money back weeks or even months later - after a person has used the money to start paying for repairs, FEMA refuses to pay, and everything has to be fought for.  Hardly anyone was planning to remodel their home last September.  Who has the ability, right this moment, to rebuild your entire home?  My neighbors are fiercely proud people.  No one wants to ask for charity - just a little help and understanding.  My drive to work takes me through the Gentilly neighborhood.  I see so many houses in various states of repair.  So many look like repairs were started and had to be abandoned.  Did the money run out?  I'll never know.  All I know is that an American city is dying.  And I'm realizing, this isn't the first, nor will it be the last, time our current administration has better things to spend its time and money on.

Pass it on friends. 

Here are the addresses:

President George Bush
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20500

Ernest N. Morial Convention Center
900 Convention Center Boulevard
New Orleans
, LA 70130"

enduringplum: (Sayuri)
( Aug. 21st, 2006 03:48 pm)
Got to face reality, despite how much it sucks.

Everything seems so convoluted, but I'm going to start sorting it out.
enduringplum: (Sayuri)
( Aug. 14th, 2006 12:54 pm)
When we first got back to New Orleans, my sweetie and I were in a documentary filmed by [profile] ten18films. The cut below goes to a brief LJ entry about that documentary (go to [profile] LJ to see the original and the comments made). Jeremy, the director, is a sweet guy who deserves the recognition he's receiving for Hexing a Hurricane, because through it he helped tell our story and the story of our city in what I still feel is a very sensitive, authentic way; I don't think it could have been done by anyone who didn't love New Orleans.

I cannot endure another day without Taco Bell and since I'll have to go out to Harahan for the Bell anyway, I might as well swing by the theatre to see Nacho Libre

Last night when I told Allen* I'd be seeing it with [profile] triple_phoenix he was relieved; he said he'd almost given in to my begging him to see it with me. :(   I don't get him— I thought everyone loved Jack Black! Honestly, I think he's the funniest thing on God's green earth next to Pootie Tang.

Sometime today I'm supposed to see the house I may be moving into with [profile] triple_phoenix and a couple other friends. With five people living there, it may be a little crowded, but having a real bedroom and a real kitchen and a real bathroom will be a huge improvement over the Polly Pocket sized amenities with which I've been living for the last few months; trailer life is not the life for me. 

If we do all move in together the number of pets on the property will be a little daunting (mainly because of me, I must admit), but well under the legal limit! :P I'll be bringing my dog, four cats, and three ferrets; Allen will be bringing his cat, Sterling; [profile] triple_phoenix will be bringing her cat Lily and her bunny; and one of the other roommates will be bringing two dogs, although those will only be staying with us until September, when their owner is supposed to come back to New Orleans. The ferrets will have to continue to live outside and the bunny will have to join them, otherwise I think it would be impossible for the house to avoid smelling like a pet store; it'll be bad enough having three indoor-only cats, but Sunny, Sayuri, and Lily just can't go outside.

It bothers me to look at my Photobucket album because it reminds me that before Hurricane Katrina we had a life! We had a house, garden, pets, things we loved, and a normal routine that was all our own. We went to the grocery store, had friends over, and cooked dinner all according to our own way of doing things. We didn't have to live our life according to what time the FEMA inspector was coming over or what time we had to meet the contractors at our flooded out house! I could fold laundry, sweep and mop, and water the plants when it was best for me. I never worried about where I would do my laundry or if I should just cough up the money to have it done at Soap Opera; I never worried about who would be folding my panties before Hurricane Katrina. So, thanks a lot global warming; thanks a lot Bush administration.
enduringplum: (Default)
( Jun. 19th, 2006 09:31 pm)
Most of my CDs are still trapped in their moldy, smelly, damp cases and many of them have sort of become one with the liner notes therein. Anyone care to help me clean the rest of them this weekend? I'm dying to listen to my music! Almost all of my favorite songs have been getting stuck in my head lately, but I can't quite remember any of them in their entirety, so I'm getting a little desperate (but not desperate enough to clutter up my hard drive with downloaded music— I just don't do that). So, anyone willing at all? It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it and I'd rather not do it alone. :(

As a side note, I'm doing my best to make [profile] triple_phoenix infamous within my English class.
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