My condolences to the people of New Orleans
I'm sitting here watching the news, and listening as the race's sacrificial genomes stand and talk about their imminent destruction in the path of katrina. I miss little tommy brokaw in the boat, but mostly I think that he set that standard as a way of guaranteeing minimal competition from future broadcasters. I imagine the death toll amoung the observers of this disaster will be less than that of the people who live in the area, and it's easier for me to come to terms with Black-suited-with-red-tie-anchorman-number-three expiring in the festivities, than the, somewhat more human, children who won't remember not to play in the storm surge.
Regardless of the state of the levy in the morning, it's going to be a tragedy. It's sobering to sit in my apartment in houston and realize that but for the grace of a casual mention by a friend, I would have missed katrina. Normally my house is full of hurricane news, we watch the depression roll off africa with a calm and wry amusement. We track them as they become fish, or just settle into boring thunderstorms. It is a yearly epoc of grand observance, and this year it just didn't get started. Perhaps we were distracted, perhaps we were spared a chance, by subconcious, or gin, or higher power as you will, to ruminate upon this storm. I do not know, and am unabashed to record that. I understand far too much of the reports from the NHC, Bekah and Lisa and an interest in Physics have assured that. I will turn the news off, curl up with my cat, my wife, and my warm, dry, home. I will be thankful for all these things, and hopeful that the people of new orleans can have them too in time, with minimal delay, and limitted loss of life.
Take care little fish-bowl. I never thought I'd regret quipping to a friend that new orleans would never be a dry town. Good luck, and...thoughts of happier times.
Regardless of the state of the levy in the morning, it's going to be a tragedy. It's sobering to sit in my apartment in houston and realize that but for the grace of a casual mention by a friend, I would have missed katrina. Normally my house is full of hurricane news, we watch the depression roll off africa with a calm and wry amusement. We track them as they become fish, or just settle into boring thunderstorms. It is a yearly epoc of grand observance, and this year it just didn't get started. Perhaps we were distracted, perhaps we were spared a chance, by subconcious, or gin, or higher power as you will, to ruminate upon this storm. I do not know, and am unabashed to record that. I understand far too much of the reports from the NHC, Bekah and Lisa and an interest in Physics have assured that. I will turn the news off, curl up with my cat, my wife, and my warm, dry, home. I will be thankful for all these things, and hopeful that the people of new orleans can have them too in time, with minimal delay, and limitted loss of life.
Take care little fish-bowl. I never thought I'd regret quipping to a friend that new orleans would never be a dry town. Good luck, and...thoughts of happier times.