So there's this fire...

[goddessdster]

Sometime Sunday a fire started burning in a marsh in Eastern New Orleans.  It's still burning, and the air everywhere reeks of smoke and makes our eyes water and our noses run and our lungs choke.  It gets into our poorly weatherproofed houses and in our hair and clothes and by the end of the day, we are headachey and tireder than normal.  It sucks.  So today some giant blackhawk helicopters started flying over the fire to put water on it to contain it, though no one expects that'll really help much (thought the tropical depression that will hit us this weekend defintiely will).

Except, given the anniversary of the levees breaking was yesterday and all, I can tell you there is no more disconcerting sound to hear first thing in the morning than blackhawk helicopters flying overhead.  It's just...eerie.  I can't help but feel for those who lived in their top floors, attics, and on rooftops for days while watching helicopters fly uselessly overhead - many of those who returned live close to the area that's burning.  It's a clusterfuck of trauma, if you let yourself think about it too much.

So I distract myself with articles that point out brilliant things that I agree with totally and go along with my God, I'm sick and fucking tired of this fucking trope already theme for the week (apparently):

When destined partners fall helplessly in love, it’s no different from “He loved Big Brother”.