The G-Bitch found this video of Harlan Ellison offering an earful and more on giant media conglomerates and how they treat writers. It’s right on target and hilarious! His commentary reminded me of some of Joe Straczynski & Company’s fiery Babylon 5 monologues. Aaaaah, B5, TV is a barren wasteland without writing such as yours. I miss you, please send re-runs even though I own the entire 5-season DVD set. *sigh*

Day 887: Bayou Bienvenue – The “Rebuilding Below Sea Level” Statement Pops Up

The Bring Back Bayou Bienvenue project is on my front-burner again.  The University of Wisconsin Department of Geology and Geophysics, of which I am a graduate, asked me to write an article for the alumni magazine (due soon).  Additionally, Rob Zaleski of Madison’s Capital Times emailed me a few days ago asking for my response to Madisonians and those at the University of Wisconsin who question whether the university should involve itself in advocating for the rebuilding of neighborhoods that are under sea level. 

There are several things that irked me about this question.  First of all, it’s too general; the Bayou Bienvenue project deals with a specific neighborhood and its bayou.  Secondly, the project is a bayou-recovery feasibility study, not a neighborhood rebuilding effort or a social policy push.  No one associated with this project is in the business of false hopes.  Instead, the project exists to find out if a bayou can come back in a neighborhood that is surrounded by shipping channels and attendant seawater incursion, and whether the products of sewage treatment can help remediate the damage.

Lastly, the line of questioning makes the neighborhoods of New Orleans appear helpless and removed from their own rebuilding.  The residents of the Lower Ninth Ward are the decisionmakers and instigators here.  They have re-established themselves, want to rebuild in an environmentally-friendly and sustainable manner and have canvassed help.  Environmental scientists from around the nation and world would be daft not to help them given the resources at hand.

Most of America, why, most of New Orleans thinks that the Lower Ninth Ward was absolutely devastated and that nothing has really happened there in the last 2.5 years.  This is true to some extent given the ferocity of the localized flooding, ensuing devastation and overall snail’s pace of recovery in New Orleans.  What most of us don’t know is that the neighborhood associations there banded together to create the Lower Ninth Ward Center for Sustainable Engagement & Development and actively direct how they want to come back.  What other New Orleanian neighborhood has thought about rebuilding in terms of sustainable development and environmental restoration?

GNOCDC's New Orleans Elevation Map
(Click on the picture to go to the Flickr page and accompanying notes for this photo.)

Speaking of other neighborhoods, most of Lakeview is farther below sea level than the entire Lower Ninth Ward.  Has anyone questioned the rebuilding of Lakeview to the same extent they do that of poorer and blacker neighborhoods to the east?  Granted, no one wants to see anyone suffer again, whatever their race or income may be, but America has to understand that there is a strong racial and economic bias at play in this city and its recovery.  Lopsided questioning like this is precisely why it is our immediate social obligation to constantly shed light on New Orleans and to get assumptions right before passing judgment.

It’s not for us to decide whether it is right or wrong on the part of former residents to move back into their rebuilt and raised homes, especially when they bear the brunt of the insurance and re-flooding risk.  It is, however, a social responsibility to help our fellow Americans after they have taken the situation into their own hands and have requested aid.  Come what may, New Orleans and every coastal city on this planet has lessons to learn.  I, for one, see no reason for the University of Wisconsin, or any other research institution, not to get involved in these lessons and a problem of such scope and urgency. 

Our fate is your fate.  Help us and learn from us.  We must work hard to ensure that nothing like this happens here or anywhere again.  

Day 886: Will It Get Me Drinks And A Towel, Too?

Ahhh, teh intarwebs, how useful you are at unloading junk on the lazy and unsuspecting masses.  Look at what I just came across – The Perfect Hawaii Chair

… combines the ancient art of the Hula with patented 2,800 RPM Hula motor to create an easy-to-use waistline slimming and fat burning aerobic workout exercise machine that take the work out of your work.

After snorting in laughter over the sales video (see link above), I thought, “Sit in your chair, continue to type and click away at your desk and have a machine jiggle your cellulite around.  Hey, maybe I can pass this off as a health/ergonomics expense.”  On further introspection, I realized that the combination of patookus moving in a tight elliptical orbit and put-upon eyes would end up in seismic models and cross sections that look like this:

Seismic Cross Section On The Perfect Hawaii Chair

Oh well, back to One Thing At A Time.

Day 885: King Arthur Aftermath

D, Bob, a number of Fahy’s/C.R.A.P.S. buddies and I rode on the Southern Decadence float in the Krewe of King Arthur parade this Sunday.  Those who saw me, hope you caught your goodies from “Dame Edna” here.  Those who didn’t, await pictures.


Phil Fricano, Captain of King Arthur

The cold I caught soon after Krewe du Vieux has been waxing and waning over the course of the week.  If this weather would just stay put, I’d be a much healthier person and not sound like a tuberculosis patient.  Thursday evening calls for rain, which bums me out because I don’t want to be under a raincoat and umbrella for Muses, one of my favorite parades of the Carnival season.  On Friday afternoon, Kim and I will be Divas down in the French Quarter, with her new man and D as our Elvises.  The bustier is beaded (took me only a few hours) but the rest of the costume is undone.  I could use a miracle.

Just remembered a January 31st article deadline.  Make that two miracles.  To go.  Please.

Day 881: More Evidence Of The Internet Killing Books Sales

Alchemist Author Pirates His Own Books

… and increases sales dramatically.

[Paulo] Coelho’s view is that letting people swap digital copies of his books for free increases sales. In a keynote speech at the Digital, Life, Design conference in Munich he talked about how uploading the Russian translation of “The Alchemist” made his sales in Russia go from around 1,000 per year to 100,000, then a million and more.

Day 881: NoLA Rising Legal Defense Fund

A letter from Michael “Rex” Dingler who is being fined by the City of New Orleans for allegedly defacing public property, while Fred Radtke has still not been taken to task:

Howdy Everyone-

As y’all know from the recent City Business article, I am facing some possibly stringent fines and the like.  My legal representation, Buddy Spell has determined that because of the costs, it may be in my best interest and in the interest of NoLA Rising that we set up a legal defense fund.  If you’d like to assist in these matters, it would be greatly appreciated and you can do so by sending a check made out to SPELL & SPELL with the name MICHAEL “REX” DINGLER in the memo section to:

SPELL & SPELL
C/O Michael Dingler Defense Fund
924 Ellis Street
Franklinton, LA 70438

Also, we’re making the arrangements now for the next paint party (perhaps one on northshore and one in the city) to come after Mardi Gras and before the court case.  As we get closer to the trial, we’ll also try and have a couple of events tailored around that.  If you know of anyone who would like to donate acrylic paint or gift cards to art stores for the purpose of the paint party, please pass this on to them as my personal funds may not cover the paint expenses this time around.

We are also exploring the option of donating some of the artwork to people who are already established through current non-profits for distribution to people who are returning home with little to nothing and need something on their walls.  As always we welcome all people, not just artists, to come and try their hand at painting.  It’s about expressing your love for the the city…

Yada Yada, all the best,
Michael or REX

Day 880: Magical, Miserable New Orleans

A recent GChat between the beautiful Ms. A, who is currently ensconced in BFE, Missouri and me on the topic of New Orleans.

me: … He couldn’t order the death certificates online because the online module kept crapping out, the phone order system doesn’t work, and the workers there kept yelling at him that he should get it online or over the phone even after he repeatedly informed them that the online and phone systems don’t work.  One of them even hung up on him once.

A: You are KIDDING me, that is ABSURD.  Are they even human?

me:  Get this.  After the accident, the cop tells me to call the number on the back of my paperwork, right?  That number hasn’t been functional since Katrina!  The flood killed that phone-computer system on Broad St. and it hasn’t been replaced in the last 2.5 years!  You think someone could have informed me of that before the wild nutria chase, especially that officer, who has to deal with this on an almost-daily basis?

A: LOL

me: You’ve got to be medicated or in counseling to make it here.

A: Now that you mention it, I honestly think most people I know down there are either medicated, depressed, or some combo …

me: Well, not all of them, but a lot.  Can you blame them?

A: Although, I must say that I’m a little bummed up here.

me: And that, my dear, is the trade-off.

A: Exactly.