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Dear Future Washu and Washu's future nieces and nephews,

I don't really have much to say about the situation, but I figure I should put something down for posterity, so here we go.

Gas prices are higher in the evening than they were that morning, higher in the morning than they were the previous evening. There are queues. They run out of regular sometimes. I guess this is what it was like in the 70s? Who knows. Well, my parents, that's who, but I haven't gotten around to asking them about that. It's gotten to the point where I'm actually thinking about plans in the context of how much gas it'll take to make them happen. I never think about shit like that. I'm thankful I have a car that gets good mileage. I turn off the AC sometimes.

I can't stop looking for information about New Orleans, and it makes me sick to my stomach. It's horrible. It's awful. I have a little ball of nervousness in my belly all day. I can't stop thinking about the water. I can't stop thinking about what it must have been like in the Superdome. The AC broke and the generators crapped out and the water stopped running and the roof was torn asunder, which means the place was hot and humid and dark and it smelled like shit and piss and people. I read of one suicide, but there must have been more deaths than that in there.

People are shooting at helicopters.

Last I heard, 80% of the city was covered in water, 20 feet deep in some places. Halfway up the second story. The water is filled with corpses (both human and animal) and sewage and gasoline and industrial chemicals and buckets of kittens and, let us not forget, fire ants. Islands of fire ants.

Katie and Kevin are fine in Tennessee; they may not ever bother going back, they may just move to Portland now. Patrick is home in Tennessee too, his dad is driving him nuts, and there is a rooftop in New Orleans filled with drunken, armed kickball players, seven dogs, and eight cats, including two kittens in a bucket.

lorigami said that there was an impromptu marching band parading through the ravaged streets of Biloxi, and it made me think of one of my favorite memories of Mardi Gras 2003: standing on a curb as high school marching bands marched by, trombones inches from my nose.

But other things are good! Up here in the dry north, life goes on.

Neil and Kelly got married a few weeks ago in Arizona, and the pictures from the ceremony are breathtaking. Manning and Tami have been around for a month, and while it's been great to have them around again, I'm glad they'll be going back to Paris soon because they love it so much. I went camping and slept in a tent with a boy. I went to Wildwood and swam in a warm ocean and was pinched by a crab and rode a ferris wheel (twice) and saw a million colors in the Wildwood sand. Last night I cooked a Taco Dinner for twelve people and it was fantastic (I forgot to put garlic powder in the beefy beany thing, though.) Tomorrow I'm going to see naked ladies dance and Saturday I'm going to the wedding reception and Sunday I'm going to watch this idiot I know fling some poi around and try not to kill himself (or us) and next week I'm going to see my brother and the Phillies and the weekend after that I'm going to see Dane Cook* and the weekend after that I'm going to see the Dalai Lama and the weekend after that I got nothing but then I'm going to PARIS and AMSTERDAM for a week and then the weekend after that I might go on a road trip.

Life is good, and when I'm home I'm happy and I watch Deep Space Nine (boy is Bashir a dork in the beginning) but when I'm at work and reading LiveJournal it feels so strange to read an entire entry from someone without mention of New Orleans. It is hard not to think about.

Present Washu

*I recommend you go to his Videos page and check out his May appearance on Jimmy Kimmel.


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Sep. 1st, 2005 05:50 pm (UTC)
I watched CNN during lunch. New Orleans is getting WORSE, if you can believe that. I don't understand how this great country, the leader of the free world, can't help those people NOW. Or...yesterday or the day before that!

So sad.
Sep. 1st, 2005 05:56 pm (UTC)
Holy shit, girl. That whole entry was really powerful and I don't know what to say. It completely sums up what I've been feeling about the whole thing, but I don't think with the same intensity. You've got it bad.

But that kickball team fucking rocks.
Sep. 1st, 2005 05:57 pm (UTC)
In my company's cafe right now, I overheard an almost-whispered conversation between two of our creative directors, one of whom was near tears and talking about her families' homes in that area are all destroyed while the other just listened, because what the hell can you say about that? How can you make someone feel better about this awful stuff?

At the same time, I was buying cookies from the snack machine and they got stuck in the spiral thing, which is ALWAYS INFURIATING, no matter what, but I was like, god damn, sure, I've got problems. Haha. Man, most anyone else here would put up a note about it and make sure to get their fifty cents back.

Sep. 1st, 2005 06:16 pm (UTC)
Hard to believe thisis what I am choosing to comment on after that whole sad entry, but....I LOVE DANE COOK!
I saw him in LA last year having absolutely no idea who he was, and left wanting to marry him. Or at least hang out. Or send funny emails back and forth.
Sep. 1st, 2005 06:22 pm (UTC)
Kelly and I had our picture taken with him! I look terrible in it, though, so I am loathe to show it to people. Also, I like how I think you'll be impressed that I met a celebrity.
Sep. 1st, 2005 06:25 pm (UTC)
Well, Pauly Shore, maybe not. Dane Cook....hell yeah! YOU TOUCHED HIM! (wow, major 13 year old girl moment there)
Sep. 1st, 2005 10:37 pm (UTC)
This entry was really beautiful, 'shu.
Sep. 7th, 2005 12:23 am (UTC)
There are queues. They run out of regular sometimes. I guess this is what it was like in the 70s?

It got so bad in the 70's that in my area they only allowed certain people on certain days of the week to get gas based on the last digit of your social security number. Believe it or not it can get worse.
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