Day 1280: Jindal Lied. What’s New?

But his camp admits it. So, there’s the pass to heaven.

Jindal had described being in the office of Sheriff Harry Lee “during Katrina,” and hearing him yelling into the phone at a government bureaucrat who was refusing to let him send volunteer boats out to rescue stranded storm victims, because they didn’t have the necessary permits. Jindal said he told Lee, “that’s ridiculous,” prompting Lee to tell the bureaucrat that the rescue effort would go ahead and he or she could arrest both Lee and Jindal.

But now, a Jindal spokeswoman has admitted to Politico that in reality, Jindal overheard Lee talking about the episode to someone else by phone “days later.” The spokeswoman said she thought Lee, who died in 2007, was being interviewed about the incident at the time.

Jindal could have talked about his impressive (at least to me) response during and after 2008′s Hurricane Gustav, which shows that government may be able to learn and get better through experience.  But, no. Oooh, let’s play fast and loose with Katrina facts, pick on the chump change that’s going to volcano monitoring and make up a monorail, and the non-critical thinkers out there will lap this soup up!  The sad thing is what he said is out there in the news and no manner of “but, look, he lied” can overturn a mind already swayed by unfounded and unchecked allegations.  The damage has been done.

Between the lies and the fact that conservatives are not the libertarians they purport to be, the Republicans lose me a little more each day.

Day 1278: Apparently Jindal Forgot About Hurricane Season

Thanks to joejoejoe, who reminded me of this from last night’s Republican response to the SOTU address.  Read a geologist’s rebuttal to Governor Bobby Jindal’s picking on a percentage of $140 million, a drop in the bucket of the stimulus package. 

The $140 million to which Jindal referred is actually for a number of projects conducted by the United States Geological Survey, including volcano monitoring.

… Most of the money from the stimulus bill earmarked for monitoring (only about a tenth of the total going to the USGS) will go to modernizing existing monitoring equipment, including switching from analog to digital and installing GPS networks that can measure ground movements.

…Volcanoes, of course, aren’t the only potential natural disaster that scientists monitor to give people warnings of imminent danger. Hurricanes, tornado-producing storms, earthquakes, tsunamis and flooding events are also watched and forecast.

… For instance, in the case of Hurricane Katrina, the Natural Hurricane Center was watching the situation like a hawk, but the subsequent preparations and responses by authorities was insufficient to prevent wholesale destruction of large parts of New Orleans and the loss of more than 1,800 lives.

As a (private-sector) geoscientist myself, I can tell you very little the USGS does is frivolous because, regardless of administration, they have never enjoyed a generous budget. Seattle-Tacoma lives in the debris flow path of Mount Rainier, Alaska’s coastline is riddled with active volcanoes (scientific research isn’t conducted only on fruit flies, Ms. Palin), San Francisco and Los Angeles live on active fault zones and much of the country lives in coastal or fluvial regions vulnerable to hurricanes and/or flooding. One can flee a hurricane days in advance (with sufficient funds and transport), but there’s not much time to spare in the case of volcanic or earthquake activity. This is why rigorous, well-funded monitoring of natural disasters is key to metropolitan survival and disaster prevention, i.e. NOT HAVING TO SPEND MORE MONEY PICKING UP DEAD AMERICAN BODIES AND CLEANING UP LATER ON. It’s not a joke and needs a lot more funding than a portion of a paltry $140 million, but apparently it’s on par with a monorail from Caesar’s Palace to Mickey Mouse that isn’t even in the stimulus package.

Considering that Louisiana (even parishes affected by the hurricane and flood, except for Orleans) voted in a whole lot of conservative Republicans in this past election, the forgetfulness and near-sightedness of this statement is not surprising. That Jindal would scoff at disaster-preparedness science and funding shows utter disregard for the safety of his own state, but it’s something we’ve come to expect. Of course, all this comes down to promoting the ideology of Republican Central, not being good public servants and serving the independent interests of a given state.

There are other things about the stimulus bill that true, America-loving patriots can destroy (see previous post) but all of the opposition’s criticism I’ve heard so far is nonsense.  It’s spite for the new president, spite for the Democrats and pure spite for forethought and intellect, much required especially in these economic times, that is at play here. Nothing more, nothing less.

Day 1278: Another Mardi Gras Come And Gone

  • Parades = WIN, with the exception of Druids, who should just stay home, and whatever other parade was themed ”Hows and Whys.” Good grief.  Muses shoe.  Mine!
  • Mardi Gras Day = WIN, with awesomely fabu and popular butterfly costume, dance-off at Fahy’s, walk to the Marigny and more dancing on Frenchmen St. Let the world know that I was handed a 100th-anniversary Zulu coconut by a duke. Pictures coming. I rule! 
  • Hope you enjoyed Fat Tuesday in the sky with your K-Doe, Miss Antoinette!
  • Oscars = Didn’t watch.  You think I’m going to miss a superkrewe parade for the Oscars?  Extremely proud of A. R. Rahman for winning twins and speaking some Tamil in his acceptance speech!  In my opinion, Slumdog Millionaire’s score isn’t Rahman’s best work (that’s Bombay, for which director Mani Ratnam deserves a few Oscars, and then ten more for Nayakan), but what he was recognized for because the film’s dialogue is in English.   Which brings us to what I don’t like about the Oscars – why a Foreign Film category?  Why not just Best Film and put them all in the running?  It’s like the winners of American basketball calling themselves World Champions.
  • Obama’s SOTU speech = Meh. Stop being distracted by the self-serving motivations of and placating your opposition, Geithner and the DINOs, and enact a plan which educates our kids and helps Americans get back in the business of generating equivalent value for money earned. We’re in debt thanks to basing our entire economy on a stock market which attaches value to magical purple unicorns, consumer greed married to credit card companies and a wholly unnecessary war.  On a related note, whom are we going to borrow from if not China?  Such is our fate.
  • Jindal’s response = *blink*  What a wreck.  Louisiana as model for running the countryReally.  In that case, pull this car over.  I want off.
  • Stop it.  I know.  Who watches the SOTU address and responses at the end of a long Mardi Gras Day?  Me.
  • WDSU.com | Bourbon St. Shooting Marks 12th In 24 Hours
  • Nap.  Now.  Must.  Alas.  Work beckons.

Day 1273: EPIC SCIENCE FAIL

VatulBlog has been quiet for a week.  Mardi Gras and being sick during Mardi Gras can do that to a blog.  The inflammation under my ear is still around, so I bought it furniture and gave it a name.  D refers to it as my second head, so Zaphod was a possibility, but we’re going with Pancho for now.  If nothing else, Erik Estrada has been contacted in case Maitri’s Earache: The Movie goes into production.

The doctor told me to suck on lemon drops, massage the area and drink a lot of water if I want Pancho to move out.  This is essentially everything I’ve been avoiding over the last week to ease the pain.  FAIL.

On top of that, I have a sinus infection which is just now starting to respond to the anitbiotic-Mucinex combo.  And I have to take the antibiotic all the way through Monday (Lundi Gras) night in order for the stronger bugs not to develop a resistance to the antibiotic and take up residence where Pancho has not.  I’ve quit taking antibiotics mid-course in the past, which may explain a few things.  Bob, who rode in the King Arthur parade with D and is here until Ash Wednesday, and I talked about how I had effectively helped bacterial evolution along, while rendering myself the weaker species.  As a scientist, that is EPIC SCIENCE FAIL.  To which, Bob deadpans, “LOL.”

The point of this whole post about my illness: Take your antibiotic to the very last pill, drink a lot of water, bundle up and enjoy Mardi Gras.  It can be done.  May the Pancho be with you.

Also, I caught every possible Muses throw.  Every last one.  Muses rocked!

Day 1266: Pre-Lenten Lent

This morning, the doctor diagnosed me with a sinus infection, which has caused the gland under my right ear to swell to the size of a large grape causing much, much pain and requires aggressive antibiotic treatment.  My Mardi Gras 2009 celebrations are now, shall we say, less than bacchanalian.

Friday the 13th has always been good to me, so maybe it’s time to give triskaidekaphobia some consideration.  Naaaaaah.

As of this writing, we have 43 minutes and 10 seconds to go until Unix time is 1234567890.  The two nerds that live in this house and guest nerd are pleased.

links for 2009-02-12

Day 1264: Evolution Isn’t Just About Darwin

NYTimes Essay | Darwinism Must Die So That Evolution May Live

Equating evolution with Charles Darwin ignores 150 years of discoveries, including most of what scientists understand about evolution. Such as: Gregor Mendel’s patterns of heredity (which gave Darwin’s idea of natural selection a mechanism — genetics — by which it could work); the discovery of DNA (which gave genetics a mechanism and lets us see evolutionary lineages); developmental biology (which gives DNA a mechanism); studies documenting evolution in nature (which converted the hypothetical to observable fact); evolution’s role in medicine and disease (bringing immediate relevance to the topic); and more.

By propounding “Darwinism,” even scientists and science writers perpetuate an impression that evolution is about one man, one book, one “theory.” The ninth-century Buddhist master Lin Chi said, “If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.” The point is that making a master teacher into a sacred fetish misses the essence of his teaching. So let us now kill Darwin.

My emphasis above reiterates that evolution is an observable fact, but how we tie the facts together into something larger is theory, subject to change.

I highly recommend that you read Simon Winchester’s Krakatoa.  Not only does the book describe over and over again how civilization exists by geological and meteorological permission, but also explains the irrefutable data discovered by Alfred Wallace at a time when advances in geology (and what would later come to be known as plate tectonics) and evolutionary biology were beginning to fit hand in glove.   Darwin was by no means the first and only arrival at this important gate.

… Darwin had been incubating his thesis for two decades when Alfred Russel Wallace wrote to him from Southeast Asia, independently outlining the same idea. Fearing a scoop, Darwin’s colleagues arranged a public presentation crediting both men. It was an idea whose time had come, with or without Darwin.

To refute evolution is to deny the age of the rocks from which your gasoline and plastic come from and to ignore the underpinnings of modern drugs and medical care.  Geology, chemistry, biology – all of these go hand in hand.  Accepting what fits your lifestyle and denying that which contradicts your faith is tantamount to a lie, and a very shaky footing from which to make educational policy.  Learn more, discuss more and think about it.

Day 1262: The Best Krewe du Vieux Parade Yet!

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We always love running into Loki & Lex on the route!

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The back of my costume and D, as captured by NOLA-Dishu

You can catch me in action at 1:21 of the nola.com parade video.

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Thanks to everyone who came out and cheered on the 23rd annual Krewe du Vieux Carre parade!  In case you didn’t see us or have trouble understanding our costumes, D and I were sharks in Krewe de C.R.A.P.S.’s Feeding Frenzy On The Bankrupt-Sea.  D was Gladiator (say ”he was gladiator” really slow a few times and wait for it to hit), while I was a nurse shark with little, golden babies clinging to me.

This year we threw cups, stickers, shark beads, second line hankies (pictured above) and real American money (one penny) stuffed in an envelope.  PAN rolled right in front of us, which made it convenient to heckle Adrastos if I wanted to.  Blogger buddies Ray, LisaPal, Hana, Liprap, Bec, Folse, Alli, Sophmom, Kim, Steve Picou and jerrygarciuh looked wonderful.  It turns out that Jack Ware, former head wrangler of New Orleans Metroblogs, was one of our float pullers.  The question is: where were Karen, Hammhawk and Homan? 

We are SO SORE from the parade, working the ball, pulling the C.R.A.P.S. and Mama Roux floats back to the den and cleaning up at the ball location yesterday.  If you want to know what Bourbon St. smells like and why, come help us mop up after the parade and ball next year.  I’m seriously thinking about instating a rule that  every sub-krewe sends a couple of its members to help schlep and tidy up at the ball aftermath.

As always, it was a great run!  I’ll have pictures up soon, but please visit Flickr and look up “krewe du vieux”-tagged galleries for your viewing pleasure.  See y’all again next year!