Monthly Archives: August 2005

Here’s one chance encounter I’d like to chance upon — girl meets Jon Stewart at a NYC Chinese restaurant, finds out he actually reads her blog (!!), and then is invited to join him and friends for dinner. Seriously.

The only “celebrity” that reads this space is probably a local creepy weatherman, who I tend to run into at movie theatres.

But, back to Stewart, the entry above seems like a legit experience and a pretty fun one at that. My only query about that blog entry are the odd Technorati tags at the bottom that have nothing to do with the entry itself. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this chick is just putting the top 10 tags on her posts to attract traffic — an interesting (if deceptive) grab for audience members.

Looks like the levees didn’t hold as expected in New Orleans — last night they overflowed and several aren’t running. One FEMA official has called this “the most significant natural disaster to hit the United States” — and I doubt he’s prone to hyperbole.

Some estimates put New Orleans at over 80% flooded, with some parts being 20 feet or more underwater. Gulf Coast & Biloxi, Mississippi (where I vacationed once with family) is devastated. The death toll keeps rising, and the flood water isn’t going away.

This looks really bad. Article.

EDIT: Wow, I didn’t realize this, but I’ve got a blogging friend who was directly affected by Katrina. I’m thinking (and praying) for you and your family, Howie. Take care out there.

She of the small mouth — that’s right, the next time someone accuses me of having a big mouth, I’ll know it’s metaphorical. I just got home from a lovely visit with my dentist, and I found out that my open jaw doesn’t, at least very well or wide. I had to have a kid’s sized bite block for part of my visit.

In my next life, I think I’ll request better teeth. That, or I’ll remember to floss more.

FYI — when you tell your landlords about the leak in your bathroom, and they presumably fix it, expect another leak to pop up somewhere ELSE in your apartment.

That’s right, we’ve gone a couple of days without inadvertent showers in the bathroom, only to be replaced by a leaky kitchen wall and surrounding wet carpet. Oh, and for some reason, the linoleum crack on kitchen floor also is wet and leaking.

Nice. (T-1 month to leave this dump)

Now this is sad.

Brushing my teeth just now, I look in the mirror at this odd pinkness around my neckline — I asked Jerry, “what the heck is this?!”

It’s sun. It’s the first real amount of sun I’ve had all summer (yes, now summer’s almost over) — and I couldn’t even recognize it. I used to live in the South, and be on the beach all summer long!

Alas. A pale lass.

Today we played “world’s greatest auntie and uncle,” and took one of our nephews out for a day of fun. We’ve decided that in lieu of birthday gifts, we’re giving each of our seven nephs & nieces their own special day to spend with us — having fun and spending time together. We’re trying to be more responsibile with our giving (and ease away from only giving things materially), and this seemed like a good tradition to start.

It was a success. We took our little four-year old nephew out for a day of mini-golf, (veggie) Burger King, and playing in the park. This kid is talented when it comes to sports — seriously. He’d never played mini golf before, but after we convinced him to ease up on the slap shots, and focus more on the putting — he beat us. Literally, we were shown up by a four-year-old.

And I’m not talking about giving him fake shots or mulligans, the kid got not one, but TWO holes in one — IN A ROW. Me, I shot a couple of glorious par 5′s and somehow managed to get the ball stuck on the last hole. That’s right, the hole where you’re basically guaranteed a hole-in-one — my putt managed to get the ball stuck in the grate.

It was a good day.

(relatively) Good news for a Monday –

The levees look like they’re gonna hold for New Orleans.

– and, Despite not sleeping much or very well last night, I woke up to the news that I’ll be receiving a Graduate Teaching Fellowship grant this Fall. I’m very excited about this — it’s big news for us — and could mean that we’ll actually get home for Christmas this year! (here’s hoping I’ll get that student visa extension, so I can claim it!)

Oh, and my classes are officially registered. The error message I received is apparently epidemic with the new online system. Phew.

Hurricane Risk for New Orleans” — part of a report filed in 2002.

KYAGB—kiss your ass good bye,” reads Maestri.

“Because,” says Maestri, “anyone who was here when that storm came across was gone—it was body-bag time. We think 40,000 people could lose their lives in the metropolitan area.”

And some scientists say that figure is conservative. People have known for centuries that New Orleans is a risky spot — the biggest river in North America wraps around it; and most of the land is below sea level. But researchers say they’ve been learning just how grave the problem is, only in the last few years. And they say the city and the nation aren’t prepared to handle it.

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“One of the things that’s frustrating now for all of us in my business,” explains Maestri, “is that if that Category Five Hurricane comes to New Orleans, 50,000 people could lose their lives. Now that is significantly larger than any estimates that we would have of individuals who might lose their lives from a terrorist attack. When you start to do that kind of calculus – and it’s horrendous that you have to do that kind of calculus – it appears to those of us in emergency management, that the risk is much more real and much more significant, when you talk about hurricanes. I don’t know that anybody, though, psychologically, has come to grip with that: that the French Quarter of New Orleans could be gone.”

Wow — the whole article seems a little too apt, three years after it was written.

The South isn’t going to be the only place hurt by this storm. Gas is projected to soar over $70 a barrel, millions are going to be without power (and possibly homeless) — but I bet the cable channels will forget about this story this time next week.