Goldwell Open Air Museum

D took this picture on a recent drive through ghost towns in the desert outside Las Vegas. How cool is a free open air museum out in the middle of nowhere?  Although we travel quite a bit and it takes a lot out of us, D and I get to see some nice and often unexpected things and take cool pictures of them. Photography, even my quirky and amateur take on it, is very relaxing – it forces me to stop and look at my surroundings, when I could just as easily whiz past towards the next elusive destination.

Unless something interesting in the way of words comes up over the next few days, I think I’m going to post pictures from our travels, with a little bit of description or not.

Ultrabrown nails the latest McCain-Palin tactics to the wall:

… Her fractured syntax actually reminds me of George Bush Sr., only his problem was more about verbal stumbling and haziness than actually knowing the issues. In interview after interview, Palin speaks in nonsensical, incomplete sentences. It’s painful, like listening to a novice debater during cross ex, or some auntie called up to some interview and not allowed to say the words, ‘I don’t know. This isn’t my field.’ She doesn’t even have the basic political skill to bullshit plausibly.

Watching these cringeworthy clips, I actually feel bad for her. Interviewers Charlie Gibson and Couric have been wearing the pursed lips of a schoolmarm. Palin’s flailing, clearly in over her head. But it’s not completely her fault. Were this were a hiring interview, not only would she get the boot, you’d call in the screeners and chew them out for wasting your time.

The McCain campaign knew the interview was a train wreck. So they canceled on David Letterman in favor of McCain doing an impromptu, damage control sit-down with Couric. Boy, was Letterman pissed. And they told the press they wanted to delay the debate between Palin and Biden.

There is no postponing the first presidential debate so McCain can paratroop into the Wall Street mess and save the economy when others, in his own party, are on the job and state they don’t need his help.  There is only rescheduling the Biden-Palin debate “for a date yet to be determined,” by which time another crisis will crop up that keeps Palin from … talking.  There was no canceling his appearance on Letterman to take the financial crisis by its horns.  There was only being caught in makeup before appearing on Katie Couric’s show.  Do YOUR job, McCain, which is to get up there and debate Barack Obama tomorrow and, for the love of democracy, quit shielding YOUR choice of VP from the tough questions or picking up after her.  She’s got to learn how to run with the big dogs some day.

Just when you think the nation hasn’t seen a larger goat rodeo. This is embarrassing.

I leave for Madison, Wisconsin tomorrow for work, a field trip to Baraboo Hills/Devil’s Lake and Ableman’s Gorge/Van Hise Rock and meeting up with friends.  Yay for topography and rocks with some favorite geology professors and old classmates!

A medium-sized concern right now is having to pack two different pairs of shoes in a small roller bag (I refuse to check luggage unless going overseas for weeks).  Will this leave enough room for rock samples I want to bring back?  My biggest concern?  Not being able to take my igneous rock hammer because I don’t want it confiscated by TSA like they did the wonderful Swiss Army Knife that my dad bought me, at a most awesome hunting and sporting goods store in Nebraska, as a gift before I embarked on my first field season of graduate school!  Jerks wouldn’t even let me mail it back to myself, like agents at other airports do.  I found out later on that they were stealing citizen property to make displays like this one.

Back next week with tales of adventure, lots of pictures and fresh Dairyland CHEESE.  Hey, southern Louisiana, do you know what the geological structure below, found in Baraboo quartzite near Wisconsin’s Devil’s Lake, is called?  You got it, it’s a cross-section of a boudin!

The last thing I want to dwell on after Sunday’s near-death experience is what the storm did.  The anxiety, frustration and inconvenience – why do storms keep following me?  Amplify that sentiment several times and imagine what the the residents of Lafourche and Terrebonne parishes suffer on not being able to recover from Hurricane Gustav before being inundated again by Hurricane Ike’s 8 to 10 foot storm surge. I just want to sit down and cry over the weather.  It won’t leave them alone and it won’t leave me alone.  It won’t leave the prematurely-dying and unprotected wetlands alone.  A whole American ecosystem and culture are disappearing within my human lifetime, not in geological time, and no one cares.  Not the president, not the presidential candidates, not FEMA, not even Terrebonne parish’s emergency director.

Today, Karen went back to Dulac and Raceland, towns we drove through and visited together in the wake of Hurricane Gustav.  She says the situation there is pretty dire as Ike almost finished what Gustav, prior hurricanes and rampant industrialization in the area started.  [Karen's Photo GallerySchroeder and Liprap travelled to Raceland and Isle de Jean Charles last week to see the damage for themselves and to help deliver much-needed aid to the people down there. Of the latest destruction and its extent, this is what Schroeder has to say:

An assessment of the destruction caused by Hurricane Ike remains incomplete because of the difficulty of travel to the most remote areas. The area was already severely-damaged by Hurricane Gustav. Now, because of the reticence of federal and state officials to help people finance their Hurricane Gustav evacuations, and the bureaucratic mess they’ve created to apply for assistance, it’s certain that there will be casualties among the residents of the United Houma Nation who couldn’t afford to evacuate another time. Houma Nation communities will require much more assistance, and a lot more attention than they’ve received from the national press to raise awareness of their plight and their needs.

Karen is going back to Houma and south of there this weekend to help muck out houses and wants to know who can come together as a work crew. If you’re interested, please comment or send an email to maitri dot vr at gmail dot com and I will pass on your information to Karen.

During today’s visit, Karen also spoke with musician Tab Benoit and said he was SCREAMING about the state of affairs down on his beloved coast.  Tab is afraid that the upcoming Voice of the Wetland festival in Houma may well be the last because “it is pointless” and expressed fury and great disappointment at the “Drill Baby Drill” supporters.  People determined not three years ago to save their land and heritage are ready to give up in fatigue and frustration.  How could one not feel this way when Wine Island disappeared after Gustav and residents remember when “it used to take an hour and a half by boat to reach the Gulf of Mexico [and now] the Gulf is literally at [their] doorstep?”

Where good people falter, we hold them up.  I am not willing for this be the last VoW festival.  I am not willing to abandon the people of the Louisiana coast to Fortune and American apathy.  What strength I have is theirs.  What we took from them we are now obligated to give back.  Giving back here means help in kind, levee protection all the way to the Gulf, wetland growth, cultural respect and, above all, inclusion in the decisionmaking process that writes their collective fate.  Wherever you are in this nation, talk with your government representatives NOW and email the presidential campaigns NOW with the message that coastal protection ought to be on their Top 10 priority lists.  This is putting Country First, not one portion of the country taking and taking and taking from another, leaving them in the lurch and calling it patriotism.

Help the United Houma NationsI will try to get the updated needs list what they are in short supply of now are Ensure, Depends, and a variety of canned goods, and are good on cleaning supplies, diapers, formula and water.  Furthermore, please do not hesitate to send monetary donations to the address at the link provided.  Attend the Voices of the Wetland Festival this October 10th, 11th and 12th at the Southdown Plantation in Houma – let’s give them an audience so large they’ll be forced to come back next year and for many years to come.  And if you really care about this nation, about your Red White And Blue, come down here and get it dirty in some genuine American mud.  The people of Southern Louisiana, who have provided you with so much, can stand to use your help.

Rest in peace, Queen Colleen.

New Orleans has lost one of its most endearing characters and a former queen of Krewe du Vieux.  Condolences to her family, friends and fans.

Krewe Du Vieux Captains' Dinner 2008

I had the honor of meeting Colleen earlier this year at a krewe dinner and soon found out that, through her old age and infirmity, she retained a great and unexpected sense of humor.  Former krewe royalty were introduced by year of their reign.  GiO stood up, said hello and jiggled her chest in true GiO fashion.  When it was Colleen’s turn, she looked at GiO, tried to jiggle her chest (as seen above), couldn’t, picked up her chest to wave it about, laughed out loud and sat down, still chortling.  The room howled at her!  Only in New Orleans, baby, only in New Orleans.

Thanks for the memories … and mammaries, Colleen.

Friend Kevin, at work in Houston while his home is still without power, sent me this article stating, “Never again will I ask what exactly do people do in Wisconsin.”

Yes, there is such a thing as a toilet-paper researcher. And a team of them at Georgia Pacific’s Innovation Institute in Neenah has come up with a three-ply version of its Quilted Northern product.

The new product will be launched Monday. The company touts the toilet tissue as “ultra-soft” and says it plans to market the product to women 45 and older who view their bathroom as a “sanctuary for quality time.”

If you think this is funny, the article’s comments section is the real bomb.