Day 946: WordPress 2.5

VatulBlog now comes to you via WordPress 2.5.

Thus far, I am underwhelmed by the new dashboard because it is powered by widgets. So what if I can customize some aspects of the WordPress interface to my feng-shui liking if something as simple as the Insert/Edit Link window doesn’t work? (Update: The form works in Mozilla Firefox, but populates with absolutely nothing in IE6.) Incidentally, during the upgrade, it took three FTP uploads of the edit-form-advanced.php file before extended post options would show up on the Write Post form.

A few nice additions: Full-screen WYSIWYG editing is cool; it allows you to concentrate on writing.  Posting also allows the creation of a post which contains a thumbnail gallery.  Clicking on each thumbnail takes you to a sub-post.

Some more tinkering is in order. If I am not used to this “wordy” interface in a week’s time, I’m going back to 2.3.3. Thank goodness there are no security patches associated with 2.5.

Day 943: How Can You Afford Your FEMA Trailer Lifestyle?

If you read nothing else, this is my point: Immediately on hearing of this city ordinance, I knew it came with an appeals process. This, to me, is more egregious than the arbitrary June 1st deadline. If squatters are the problem, address them separately using law enforcement and immediate trailer confiscation. As for those legally in trailers, don’t saddle them with the onus of standing in more lines to prove they are worthy of a tin can on their front lawn. This is slow death by paperwork. Stacey Head’s choice of words is simply insult to injury.

NOLA.com: N.O. may set June 1 trailer deadline

New Orleanians in trailers, rich and poor, had pre-flood lives that have since irreversibly changed, but they make do. A cramped metal box sitting on your front lawn that is poisoned with formaldehyde is not a lifestyle choice. It’s something you get used to and make into a home in the absence of a “normal” one. Imagine if, after almost three years of waiting on FEMA, contractors, the Road Home, unreasonably-high rents, contaminated land and the slow pace of every single repair and amenity in this town, you and your family are evicted from the only semblance of shelter available.

Therefore, when Ed Blakely states that “we do not want to be trailer city” and the councilwoman I elected, Stacy Head, blows kisses at protesting citizens and then follows up, in the most patronizing manner, with “at what point are we going to say New Orleans is not a place where you can live in a trailer as a lifestyle choice,” I respond:

Do you think any New Orleanian purposely lives in unsafe and poisonous sardine cans on their front lawns because the alternative is finished or available? Are people putting their lives and the lives of their children and parents at risk of formaldehyde poisoning, invasion and the elements because it’s the cool new thing to do?

What have you two done to expedite the process by which trailer dwellers get the Road Home funds and trustworthy contractors necessary to get back into their homes? What provisions have you made for renters in trailers to lease affordable places now that rents have skyrocketed? Do you have a program in place that evicts “squatters” and removes existing abandoned FEMA trailers? Nothing, none and no. Given the absence of such forward-moving action by yourselves, the elected and decidedly more powerful, you have the nerve to blame citizens for conditions that you helped fester. Then, you dictate that they evict themselves from yet another home.

A part of me believes that you are weak and powerless, too, and that this is the projection of your helplessness onto the people you were elected to serve. How crude, how immature, how provincial. Another suspicion is that by evicting citizens out of trailers, their homes remain unfinished and are consequently condemned, demolished and redeveloped or sold back to Road Home, transferred to the New Orleans Redevelopment Authority and then redeveloped.

My ninety-one-year-old grandmother’s cancer is back, but she lives in Ohio in a warm home with transportation and access to good healthcare. What if she were currently in an Orleans Parish trailer, waiting endlessly on her home to be rebuilt, while she lacks the health and youth to “get on with it” and deal with the attendant bureaucracy? Would you kick her out of the trailer come June? That’s how a woman wants to end her long life, you know, with a FEMA-trailer lifestyle and eviction notices on her wooden and metal homes.

For the taxes such a woman has paid over the course of her life, give her three FEMA trailers she can put anywhere on her property that she damned well pleases and shut your mouth.

Day 943: FEMA Trailer Wishes And MRE Dreams

Go read E now.

Unbelievable. You’re floating a June 1st deadline so that we don’t become known as “trailer city” but you admit that most residents are economically incapable of finding new housing or rebuilding their own home enough so that it is livable by summer. Your plan to help them with lending programs will not be available by the time you the deadline you’re setting.

It’s obvious that the architects of New New Orleans want folks to move elsewhere so they’re someone else’s problem. This recovery is turning into the current Iraq War; they just don’t know how to tackle the non-trivial problems of making things right, contradict themselves at every turn and refuse to take in community needs and ideas.

You know, ever since moving to this nation, I’ve wanted to produce a TV show called The Lifestyles Of The Poor And Unknown and get Robin Leach to host.

Day 943: ASPCA/St. Bernard Adoption Event This Saturday

From Ms. Lisa Mulvey:

One of the most heartbreaking places I volunteered at during Spring Break was the St. Bernard Animal Shelter. Check out my flickr for the pictures and my blog for our experience.  They are in such desperate need of all kinds of support: monetary and supply donations, volunteers, and whatever you can think of. The New Orleans ASPCA  and LASPCA have formed a partnership with the St. Bernard Animal Shelter to give them a hand with their operations and facility needs. One of the ways they are helping is to try to get these dogs and cats adopted faster!

So – this Saturday – an Adoption Event!

St. Bernard Parish Animal Shelter Dog Adoption Day: March 29th  – 11am to 3pm

Canine Connection
3440 Magazine Street
New Orleans, LA 70115
(504) 218-4098

This is just the first of many planned adoption events. If you don’t find your perfect pet on Saturday, they may be waiting for you at the shelter! So if you are thinking of adding a furbaby to your home stop by on Saturday. If you aren’t please pass this along. These animals are so beautiful and so friendly and so deserving of a loving home. It’s a good thing I live 1200 miles away or I would have walked away with one. Or two. Or four.

Woke up this morning to another red-light-runner-caused SQUEAL CRASH SQUEAL CRUNCH.  Same intersection, but this time rear bumper of one car was almost inside front door of corner coffeeshop.  *sigh*

Day 942: And You Were Worried About Red Light Cameras

On first seeing it, I thought the map referred to the Broadmoor neighborhood of New Orleans.  It turns out to be a possible drug deal going down in the Southside of Chicago as captured by the Google Maps “Street View” camera.  Silly me, New Orleans has no street views.

I go back and forth between pondering the privacy implications and giggling at Geekologie’s take on this picture:

It’s just a good Samaritan being handsomely rewarded. For selling the best rocks in Chicago.   … [Say] no to shady drug deals in front of street cameras.

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Speaking of cameras and red lights, as I typed this post, Vehicle 1 ran through a very red light and smashed right into the side of Vehicle 2 at my street corner.  Red light running, not just after a yellow but during a solidly green opposing light, at this Lower Garden District intersection and at the corner of Felicity & Prytania has become all too common, as in more than twice a day.  While I stared at tonight’s wreck, the city bus trying to go around the collision almost took out a stop light.  *Headsmack*