I love that the Flickr trilobite nerds are talking to one another over these pictures I took.
Monthly Archives: April 2008
Day 976: On Barry And Houck
Each time someone asks why protecting New Orleans and the Louisiana coastline is America’s responsibility, I wonder what a stupid question that is. We are Americans and the providers of so much to this country, culturally and economically. Was 9/11 New York’s or D.C.’s problem? Of course not, what a question, so why are New Orleans and Louisiana constantly in the position of explaining themselves? This past week, John Barry, author of Rising Tide, and Oliver Houck, local environmental lawyer, professor and activist, have each written a piece on why it is an American duty to save New Orleans and the Louisiana coast. Please read both articles in full before returning to this post.
LA Times: Who Should Pay To Protect New Orleans?
Oliver Houck: When Bad Neighbors Spoil Good Fishing
The question is not Can America Save New Orleans? It’s What Have You Been Doing All This Time? Moreover, it’s a shame that almost three years after Katrina/Flood, we still need this level of advocacy. However, in so doing, let us not stand accused of the same provincialism and lack of analysis of which some other Americans are guilty.
Both articles are problematic in that they do not take into account that damming and agricultural discharge from the north are a result of necessary farming. The Midwest is America’s breadbasket – just as we create and convey seafood and petroleum products to the north, Midwesterners make and give us meat, grain (corn, wheat, anyone?) and dairy, with severe environmental stresses to their own soil and waterways that are then sent to the Great Lakes and down the Mississippi. Where else is the waste going to go but downhill, given the way our midcontinental drainage currently works? Wanting to sue the Midwest for sending down agricutural effluvium is like telling the oil refining industry downstream not to flare or spew other chemicals or the rest of America will take you to court for polluting the air. Those upstream and downstream of the Mississippi River are, pardon the pun, in the same boat when it comes to self-pollution, spreading the pollution and creating products that the other party and the rest of America needs. We suffer, but we enjoy the fruits of each other’s sacrifices as well.
The patch of the Mississippi between Baton Rouge and New Orleans isn’t called Cancer Alley because of Midwestern agricultural effluents alone. Also, how does an area host pipelines, refineries and chemical plants as a basic part of its economy and expect to get to zero levels of toxins? Why not threaten to take every single one of these industries to court, too? It’s easy to first throw angry, culturally-loaded words at nameless fellow citizens, but not display the same ire to the companies and governmental bodies that are also equally as culpable.
Not a big fan of dams, I’m all for breaking most of them down starting with the headwaters of the Mississippi. But, how about letting the river flow where it should – into the Atchafalaya – instead of constraining it to its current course to keep the Port of New Orleans alive? Let’s face it, a lot of the problems that we currently experience are very much local- and state-made.
Again, thanks so much to John Barry and Oliver Houck for keeping us on the radar screen and so effectively. We are all Americans, like it or not, as we can and do offer to and learn from one another. Anger is one thing, goodwill is another, but the growing and misinformed American Us-Versus-Them mentality is not going to get any of us anywhere.
Day 976: America’s Continuing Battle With Necessity And Innovation
ZDNet: Indian techies snubbing US jobs to stay home
Indian tech graduates are increasingly turning their back on western countries in favor of finding work at home … Between 1964 and 2001 the number of IITians staying in India was 65 per cent but this jumped to 84 per cent between 2002 and 2008.
I suspect most of this is because western companies in India have now opened up jobs to locals that are more technically sophisticated in nature than simple call center positions. The overabundance of IIT graduates is an immediately available brain trust. All a western company has to do is set up a technology center in Bangalore or Baroda, hire locals, ship them projects and oversee the work through a western supervisor. Yet, even when Indian workers are paid half of our salaries allegedly to do the same thing, they live better than us because of the cheap cost of living in India.
Besides, why move to the US when the dollar has tanked and we have very little to export in the way of The American Dream?
While Indians are brilliant workers, they are not born innovators. Again, what was The American Dream in its heyday? It was the pursuit of financial as well as intangible rewards in return for good old hard work and Yankee ingenuity. It wasn’t just making money to buy, it was staying competitive and making sure your kids excelled in school so that they could be strong American social and economic contributors (which, incidentally, made for the greatest form of American patriotism). In those days, so many more people and kids tinkered and were encouraged to be part of the American technological experience, not passive consumers. While the work ethic still exists in many parts of this nation, an equivalent demand on our innovative capability does not. Instead, we want to make more money doing the same old thing to buy products cheaply constructed by someone else. Furthermore, we don’t want anyone else in our midst to innovate, lest they create a threat to our financial stability. This is how we’ve devalued ourselves and continue to do so by not investing in education while shipping jobs abroad at rates no American can or wants to live on.
It seems that most Americans are not required any longer, but we’re still being born. My advice to ourselves is not to look for the quick fix in the next seemingly big thing, which really possesses little in the way of substance, i.e. Web 2.0, the housing market, mortgages. It is way past time to want to do little work in return for these dollars, which makes the dollars eventually worthless. Let us focus on what we do best – invention.
Firstly, degrees ought not to be the piece of paper which gets an American in the door towards consumerism. American college and graduate students have to stop thinking in terms of coasting through pre-packaged degrees with minimum-required GPAs that guarantee them a job. Unless there is a lot less rote learning and students work hard to knock an exam out of the park in which the taught material is not only regurgitated but also freshly applied to a new problem, that education will not supply the tools for innovation and renaissance and the upcoming job may not be around for much longer. This, in turn, requires a university to stop being a factory in which 90% of undergraduates and their fat tuitions are nothing more than coal in the furnace that heats the research of a small group of innovators, whose products are waiting to be patented and sold, but whose abilities to query and investigate are transferred to a very small portion of the student population, if at all. In other words, we can’t have professors who are primarily researchers and, in their wee spare time, teachers. We urgently need researchers as well as an equivalent number of teachers who actively engage all students using the tools and skills of technological inquiry.
Secondly, Americans have to learn take care of themselves, regardless of the spiritual or political flavor of the day. This requires less reliance and more imagination. Putting it differently, God gave us brains for a reason. India and China are very old countries with very deeply religious and philosophical folks, but, unlike poor Muslim countries and America (see what I did there?), they have almost never let prejudices or fervor interfere with pure learning. For instance, my own Hindu grandparents’ skepticism about evolution did not hinder their children and grandchildren from learning biology or becoming successful technologists with solid groundings in matters of reason versus those of faith. Somewhere along the way, Americans have lost the notion that destiny is often a tangible and malleable thing within our reach. We misplaced free thought.
Finally, it might just be too late for America, especially when 99% of Americans don’t control what we own and our economy is based on consuming more than producing. I am less and less inclined to believe that our government-economy complex can do more than bail out companies while leaving people out to dry, in the name of propping up Wall St.’s house of cards. Therefore, innovation may also involve re-inventing ourselves in a land to which The American Dream has moved. Is this giving up on America or is it refusing to support what we have become? The spirit of America is that aspect of every one of her citizens which is strong and spontaneous and yet aw-shucks casual and hospitable. No other country has those values on us. None. That, however, will not help recover America in the long run. The question is how to help our children (and, maybe, ourselves) retain this strong identity as more and more of them move out into the world.
These are just some thoughts and questions I offer as someone who ponders her own job and place in the American framework of things. In the day and age of the disposable American, very little is a given. I’d love to hear what you think on these matters, so please comment away.
Read this from Humid Haney. I really hope someone made the whole story up or that the offending party was wrongly identified as the City Councilwoman for whom I voted. It would be a shame to have Haney make me a t-shirt that says Yankee B**** which I will then wear to City Council meetings and any other gathering at which Head is present. (Seriously, I want this encounter proved false for Head’s and the city’s sake.)
Day 975: Jazzfest Food!
Day 974: Several NOLA Changes
* While I was at Hana’s birthday party last night, D and a visiting friend attended The New Orleans Bingo! Show at One Eyed Jacks. Aside from waking me up at 3AM today to rave about the show, D mentioned that Clint Maedgen revealed to the audience that he is moving to Los Angeles soon, but will be back to visit at least two months each year. Clint’s growing and has garnered quite a bit of acclaim recently – it’s sad he has to leave to make it big in the music business, but wish him all the best. All right, my baby!
* Komi is putting That Indian Place in the food court at Place St. Charles up for sale. No more Chili Chicken?! What will I do without Chili Chicken and a side of Raita? Woe. Prospective buyers are encouraged to contact Komi via the TIP website. More importantly, if you haven’t been there yet, get thee to Komi’s stat before she closes shop for good.
* My dear and talented friend, Amanda Walker, is moving back to New Orleans!
Day 974: “I Never Vote For Anybody”
“I always vote against.” – W. C. Fields
Is it just me or do you think McCain is going to win because of the egos and indecision within the Democrats nestled in this stupid process of delegates and winner-takes-some? How else does a party go from two viable candidates to implosion? I’m with Cliff on this: “Play rock, paper, scissors. Just get it over with.”
Also, as Gallup suggests, Clinton supporters are a spiteful lot.
Update: Clinton sides with McCain on the gas tax holiday and rebukes Obama for not blindly nodding his head (see post on why a temporary suspension of the gas tax is a) dumb, b) a tactic to get votes, and c) will not happen). McCain, Lieberman and Clinton should just get a room already!
Day 974: The Grey Ghost Strikes (Again) In My Hood
New Orleans City Business seems to be catching on to the menace that is Fred Radtke a.k.a. The Grey Ghost, The Blobster, etc. and the carte blanche offered him by NOPD. You may wonder “Why is graffiti and painting over it such a big deal when New Orleans floodwalls may have been stuffed with newspaper and John McCain should not be in the Ninth Ward much less be allowed to speak about it?” It’s because this ongoing story is actually a microcosm of how things are over here: the City spiting itself by haphazardly assigning responsibility and authority for services it cannot provide, the misplaced priorities and allegiances of NOPD and the outright exclusion of New Orleans citizens and ground truths in the process.
Gray Ghost launches offensive at café
[Mojo Coffee House barrista, Alicia Adams] said she asked Radtke to “please don’t paint on our private property.” His response has left her shaken and afraid for her own safety.
Adams said Radtke verbally attacked her with the most offensive of obscenities, letting her know that he could care less what she thought and was going to do whatever he wanted. “I was going to call the police,” she said, “and he started mocking me, yelling, ‘Oh murder! Someone call the police! Help me! Help me!’”
According to Alicia, Radtke’s precise words were “F*** you, you stupid b****,” but I guess NOCB wasn’t about to print that. What happened next puzzles me because there is an NOPD cruiser parked outside Mojo and across the street from the St. Vincent Crack Guest House at any given time of day. Where is NOPD when you need them? Block their coffee, I say.
After his tirade, Radtke got into his van and pulled away. Adams said she called the police, reported the incident, gave them Radtke’s license plate number and asked them to come by the cafe but the police never arrived.

A Vortex Of Stupid: Observe the lack of care in painting over a red Frenchmen St. building in grey, which only serves as a fresh canvas for a retaliatory tag.
Radtke claims that he has never painted on the Mojo building. Instead, he openly admits that NOPD officers accompany him when he is painting in the area because scary people armed with cameras may capture his soul in their little flash boxes, or some such nonsense.
“Usually when I go to take out graffiti near that coffee shop I bring a police escort so I don’t get intimidated,” Radtke said. “If I’m taking out graffiti across the street, they walk over to us and start taking my picture. They do it all the time, which is why I need police escorts.”
This brings up two troubling points: 1) NOPD supposedly offers him cover when he paints in the vicinity of Mojo, but when a Mojo employee complains about him (or anyone, for that matter) defacing private property when asked not to and his threatening verbal onslaught, not a single cop shows or follows up. 2) Did no one at the coffeeshop have a camera/cameraphone with which to take pictures during the dustup?
Commenters on the situation constantly ask if no one can talk to the City and stop this guy. The first problem is very typical of New Orleans: no one in city government “owns” Radtke. Furthermore, even if Councilwoman-At-Large Jackie Clarkson asserts that “the city would never give (Radtke) authorization to do any of what he is doing,” the City Council has not gone the step further in issuing him a Cease and Desist order. Moreover, he is NOPD’s good buddy in the Quest Not To Help Criminals Stay Off The Streets But Instead To Show Those Spraypaint-Wielding Thugs Who’s Boss By Asking Some Guy To Paint Over Their Work In Grey. Until all of City Council and the Public Works Director work up the nerve to engage NOPD and set them straight on this issue, we will continue to watch Radtke and the taggers try to outdo one another in the game of painting over this city in shades of stalemate.
Day 973: River, Lake, Fossil, Rock, River

A Very Full Mississippi In Memphis

Lake Mendota And Picnic Point From The Edgewater Hotel

University of Wisconsin Geology Museum’s Latest Trilobite Acquisition

Rare Botryoidal Fluorite
Day 968: Sporadic Blogging Ahead
The rest of the week will see me in Houston and Madison on business. I hope to catch up with Scout when in Mad-town and will report back with results. Until the next post, here are a couple of sobering photos I took recently.





