When Things Should Work But Don't Work, That's The Work Of All These Governors

No time to write. I must sleep now. I'm closing in on the last hour of my 20s and I really don't care.

Today was not easy. I'm completely distracted by the utter chaos and suffering in the South. I am so angry and have nowhere to channel this energy. My only piece of solace today was that I heard from my old friend John who lives in New Orleans. He managed to get out but has nothing and seems to be in a bit of shock. He's looking at heading to the Northeast for awhile but he seems focused on getting back to NO as soon as he can to start rebuilding.

Here's what he wrote about New Orleans in June 2004:

"i love new orleans. it's a strange and unique place. dilapidated and desperate, and such vibrant life as well."

"...home in new orleans is a big old warehouse that over
the past five years has had the first two of three
floors built up as living space by a punch of punks,
artists, weirdos. it's pretty wonderful, the building
itself is over 100 years old and we have a lot of
space, as you can imagine, so it's crammed full with
bikes and stuff and musical instruments and a
silkscreen area and darkroom and beautiful roof and
backyard (somewhat rare in the city), garden and
chickens. wonderful, although a bit overwhelming at
times - all the clutter.
i've been living in this house for the entire two and
half years that i've lived in n.o. i love it, even
if i do get grumpy."


Tonight E made me a nice pre-birthday dinner. Tomorrow we go to her dad's place and we'll sleep there. Then I have a race in the morning.

G'night.