I lifted the following quote from a post on Jersey Perspective, which I found linking from Shelley’s, as usual, on-target take on what should never have happened. (And I linked to Shelley, from Jeneane, whose blog I still check just about every day now for three years).
The problem of what to do with and for the hundreds of thousands of people – maybe millions – who have been left homeless and jobless by Katrina is perhaps the most significant facing the government in the storm’s aftermath. Instead of bringing in some immense developer to reconstruct the city, why not create a modern-day Works Progress Administration to oversee a civilian-led rebuilding of New Orleans? Thousands and thousands of refugees from the city could be hired to do the construction of homes and buildings, giving them not only money, but a sense of ownership and pride in the rebuilding effort. Many of the city’s residents were jobless or at least desperately poor to begin with. I can’t think of a better idea both for rebuilding the city of New Orleans, and also lending a hand to the people of that city who were already down, and have been knocked out by Katrina.
Ah yes, the Works Project Administration, which
… was a “make work” program that provided jobs and income to the unemployed during the Great Depression. WPA projects primarily employed blue-collar workers in construction projects across the nation, but also employed white-collar workers and artists on smaller-scale projects, and even ran a circus.
According to author Nick Taylor, “The WPA built 650,000 miles of roads, 78,000 bridges, 125,000 buildings, and seven hundred miles of airport runways… It presented 225,000 concerts to audiences totalling 150 million, and produced almost 475,000 works of art. Even today, almost sixty years after it ceased to exist, there is no part of America that does not bear some mark of the WPA.”
Yup, Jersey Sam’s grandpa, who remembers the WPA, has come up the best long-term solution for helping the shattered Gulf coast get rebuilt while giving its people a way to survive back in their home territory.
What’s that you say? Halliburton already got the contract? Well, isn’t that just the Republican way of getting things done!! They certainly wouldn’t want to resurrect the WPA; that was put in place by a popular Democratic president FDR, and

businessmen and bankers were turning more and more against Roosevelt’s New Deal program. They feared his experiments, were appalled because he had taken the Nation off the gold standard and allowed deficits in the budget, and disliked the concessions to labor. Roosevelt responded with a new program of reform: Social Security, heavier taxes on the wealthy, new controls over banks and public utilities, and an enormous work relief program for the unemployed.
In 1936 he was re-elected by a top-heavy margin….
Not only do we need another WPA. We need a entirely brand New Deal.

I’ve read many of Anne Rice’s novels. What I liked about them included her re-creation of the spirit of living in New Orleans.
Her op-ed piece in the NY Times captures it all, a piece that ends with:
But to my country I want to say this: During this crisis you failed us. You looked down on us; you dismissed our victims; you dismissed us. You want our Jazz Fest, you want our Mardi Gras, you want our cooking and our music. Then when you saw us in real trouble, when you saw a tiny minority preying on the weak among us, you called us “Sin City,” and turned your backs.
Well, we are a lot more than all that. And though we may seem the most exotic, the most atmospheric and, at times, the most downtrodden part of this land, we are still part of it. We are Americans. We are you.
Her statement and this one and this one and this one and this one all reinforce the fact that the Dumbya way of leading continues to lead us all — and not just Americans — into hell.

a shoji screen, a patterned rug, power-artifacts hung on walls. slowly my space comes together at the same time that the lives of so many are shattering.
all day i escape into the world of The Traveler, a book i began reading two days ago and finished an hour ago. (note the links at the bottom of the above linked page, all constructs from the novel.) there are even weblogs by some of the characters in the novel. the author (who, notice, “lives off the grid”) has created a reality that is so much like the one we are afraid that we’re living in, that he makes us feel that we really are living in it.
last thursday, i escaped with my mother to visit my grandson — five hours of driving for four hours of giggling with a goofy kid. thanks, i needed that.
two quotes from a beautifully croney character in The Traveler:
Every new experience is unusual. The rest of life is just sleep and committee meetings.
Any reality with king snakes and mint chocolate chip ice cream has its good side.
in the morning i will labor. plant some seeds. organize storage. finish staining a little balcony. then i will sit outside with my mother, scan the clouds for faces of cats, watch for the tiny jewel-toned frog who lives under a rock where the mullein grows.
i don’t know how to make this world a better place for those still wading and waiting.
all i know how to do is what i do.

If you’re not on his mailing list and/or don’t check his web site, get on it. And if you’re too lazy to do either, here’s his latest:
Friday, September 2nd, 2005
Dear Mr. Bush:
Any idea where all our helicopters are? It’s Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.
Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren’t there to begin with?
Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn’t want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don’t like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!
I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don’t let people criticize you for this — after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?
And don’t listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers’ budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn’t cut the money to fix those levees, there weren’t going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them — BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!
On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn’t stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.
There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.
No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It’s not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C’mon, they’re black! I mean, it’s not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don’t make me laugh! Race has nothing — NOTHING — to do with this!
You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.
Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
www.MichaelMoore.com
P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no longer at your ranch. She and dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are now driving across the country, stopping in many cities along the way. Maybe you can catch up with them before they get to DC on September 21st.

Well, more than one sandbag, but the fact of the matter is that the Bush regime screwed up big time on that one. This post on Corante (the link for which I lifted from Ernie the Attorney, pretty much sums it up:
August 31, 2005
How Fast Can You Identify A Source For Really Big Helicopters?
Posted by Marty Schwimmer
After CNN reported today that helicopters were diverted from plugging the levee breach on Tuesday, in order to rescue individuals on rooftops, I wondered what is involved in securing sufficient helicopters in a national emergency. It took me two minutes of Googling to identify the Erickson Air Crane Company and obtain their email address and phone number. The Air Crane is one of the most powerful helicopters in the world (used for lifting trucks and putting out fires, for example). I emailed them today asking if anyone had contacted them about the levee. They replied immediately that while they had put out the word to government entities, and while they are a DOD-listed contractor, they had not been contacted by any Government entity as of Wednesday evening.
The levee broke on Monday night. I assume that a governor, or a general, or maybe a President would have gotten the CEO of this company (and other companies like them) on the phone and said “get over there ASAP.”
Oh, and read the following, which I found following a link on Jeneane’s blog. It’s posted here at Tom’s Improprieties:
In early 2004, as the cost of the conflict in Iraq soared, President Bush proposed spending less than 20 percent of what the Corps said was needed for Lake Pontchartrain, according to a Feb. 16, 2004, article, in New Orleans CityBusiness.
On June 8, 2004, Walter Maestri, emergency management chief for Jefferson Parish, Louisiana; told the Times-Picayune: “It appears that the money has been moved in the president’s budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq, and I suppose that’s the price we pay. Nobody locally is happy that the levees can’t be finished, and we are doing everything we can to make the case that this is a security issue for us.” Editor and Publisher
President Bush in 2002 fired his own Army Corps chief, former Mississippi congressman Michael Parker, after Mr. Parker backed lawmakers’ efforts to push through a number of big projects, including a $188 million proposal to build a massive flood-control pump for the lower Mississippi River. Wall St. Journal
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So, it seems appropriate here to share an email that non-blogger myrln sent to that idiot on vacation in Texas.
Dear George,
Here’s an idea for you to demonstrate your leadership qualities. Since it’s only a temporary disruption, how about, to show your solidarity, you go without food and water and live out on the White House lawn without a change of clothes and only a latrine (no showers or sinks) until every last person in Louisiana and Mississippi is fed and housed and cared for in a stable and lasting situation? Wow, what a fantastic display by the country’s leader, showing he cares, that he will endure what the citizens must endure in times of need. It would be a lasting legacy, George. You ought to give it serious thought.
If this disaster, fueled by Dumbya and crew’s ineptitude, doesn’t sandbag the political careers of those ol’ idiot boys, then too many of my fellow Americans are even dumber than I think they are.

I don’t have a thought of my own tonight. Ernie the Attorney (whose blog I found from Jeneane, who lives in Atlanta but not where the tornado tore through) has managed to get out of New Orleans after going back in. Now he needs a place to camp out.
The one thought I actually had today was that this is all the neocon’s fault for screwing up the environment. I think I said something like “it’s all Bush’s fault; he’s unleashed the forces of evil on this planet.”
As usual, Frank Paynter has a much more intelligent thought on that subject.
Frank also has a great post about that silly “Intelligent Design” theory. He says:
….it’s not as pro-god as it is anti-sex. The great engine of evolution over the last billion years has been the emergence and avid practice of sexual reproduction. And we KNOW what the christian right thinks about sex, joyous sex, wet and hard and hot and passionate, slippery sex. Okay, in case you don’t know, they basically don’t like it. And tying sex to survivbal characteristics they like even less. One look at Rove, Cheney, or Rumsfeld should tell you why they don’t like the evolutionary aspect of sex. Survival of the fittest? Let’s just say that the pairing of Lynn and Chuck … what is Cheney’s first name? He looks like a Chuck. Anyway, the Cheney pairing is noty the stuff of evolutionary dreams. Breeding? Not really. It’s more a thing of sow bellies and pork futures.
Doug, up in Canada, has a painfully funny/true post about gas prices.
Ronni put some thoughtful time in today with a post about the an issue of importance to my generation and all those who one day will find themselves in a similar time/place. She ends her post with:
Instead of spending billions of science dollars on increasing life spans (even if it were successful, it will take many decades to accomplish), we could apply that money to improving health in the old age we’ve already got and spend some effort to bring older people into the mainstream of public life where their experience, judgment and wisdom can be put to effective use in helping to solve the really important problems of the world.
It’s hard NOT to think of the devastation visited on all of those people by that heartless Katrina. I can’t imagine what they’ll be going through over the next weeks and months. I don’t want to imagine. I don’t want to think about it.
I don’t want to think about flooded homes with dead in them being marked with black paint because there aren’t enough refrigerated trucks to move them or places to move them to.
I don’t want to think about the woman who went to the cemetery to see how her son’s tomb held up and saw tombs toppled everywhere, coffins littering the ground.
I don’t want to think.

September 30. That’s the day for Serenity.
No, not for me. For the release of a movie by the guy who knows how to create seriously unique “shades of gray” characters armed with unexpectedly snappy one-liners and cleverly complex personalities.
Serenity‘s characters emerged in a Fox-nixed series, Firefly — an intelligently crafted mixed-genre saga that obviously rose too high for Fox viewers to understand and enjoy. Except for thousands (maybe millions) of the younger set (under 40) who got it, banded together, and fan-forced interest in getting the movie made.
Joss Whedon, that guy who also created one of my other favorites, the beleaguered Buffy, created a Firefly universe that is absurd in the way that the one in which we live is; a cast of characters as quirky and diverse our best misunderstood friends; and situations that reflect the deepest and most frustrated longings of the human soul.
What, you say? Such verbiage over a sci-fi movie based on a series that lasted one season? Just remember, it was on Fox. We all know how stupid Fox is when it comes to recognizing true talent. Or just truth, for that matter. If Fox says is bad, it must be good. And vice-versa.
From infocusmag.com
Universal’s decision to greenlight “Serenity,” the big-screen sequel to “Firefly,” was said to have been influenced by “Firefly’s” phenomenal post-cancellation DVD sales. An extraordinary 200,000 copies of the “Complete Series” were purchased in the first four months of its release. On July 6 of this year, more than 18 months after the DVD set’s release, it would rise (again) to the number-two spot on Amazon.com’s daily “top seller” list.
I was one of those who bought the DVD. I wish I could be one of those in line on September 30, and maybe I will — depending on how absurd my universe gets on that day.
One of the most intriguing characters on board Serenity (which is the name of the space-faring vessel of Firefly fame) is a girl with telepathic abilities who had undergone some kind of brain tampering before she and her brother make their appearance in the Firefly series. Over the past several weeks, quick video clips of undocumented origin have found their way onto the internet that give eerie glimpses into River Tan’s ordeal before she boards Serenity.
I’m told that the place to go to check these out is http://www.session416.com/mirrors where you can watch a few stark River moments.
If this post leads you that far, you should watch the clips in the following order:
Session 416, Second Excerpt
Session 1
Session 22
Session 165
Session 416, First Excerpt
I have no idea what the plot of the movie is because I haven’t been able to get to any of the pre-screenings. But if it’s anything like the Firefly series, the plots (clever as they often are) are really vehicles for the characters to unfold more of themselves and face dilemmas that really have no black and white solutions. Only shades of gray.
Serenity. Not just for the kids. Go see it. And don’t forget to get your senior citizen discount. And then let me know what you think.

Blogger “Ernie the Attorney” tried to get out of New Orleans
but after 4 hours of driving I had only made it 15 miles. I was alone and tired so I decided the safe play was to return. It’s kind of sad when the ‘safe play’ is to go back and wait to be pounded by the gnashing fury of a Category 5 hurricane.
He’s intent on chronicling his experience on his blog, including photos from his camera phone as long as his connections hold out.
His current post says:
I almost certainly won’t have power soon (if the cellphone towers get hammered, which is pretty much a given). I probably won’t be able to post much to the web, but I have my paper journal. It never needs rebooting. So I’ve got that going for me.
He’s the blogger to keep track of for a terribly personal view of what seems to be building into a massive disaster.
As non-blogger myrln observed:
The potential worst-case scenario with the hurricane is too horrible to believe:
Given that New Orleans is a bowl below sea level, and given the plethora of petrochemical industry in and around the city, and given the likely storm surge of 20 feet, a state health official says they’re looking at the possibility of a “witches brew” of poisonous chemicals, petroleum, sewerage engulfing the city and a poisonous air flow above it. Imagine, he said, houses below the surface of that for some time to come. Asked for a guesstimate of the likelihood that tomorrow evening we might be looking at a New Orleans and saying, “We have lost a city,” he responded, “I’d say it’s 50/50.”
Of course, the moneyed class is already saying, “Yup, this’ll drive gas prices up even more.”
Fill your tanks tomorrow.

Potassium bitartrate is “a white crystalline powder,” of which my mother has six containers. I discovered the overabundance of the stuff, commonly called Cream of Tartar, when I was looking through her spice cabinet.
why do you have six cream of tartar, you ask her, to which she replies that she doesn’t know. you remember over the past five years her asking you to get her yet another cream of tartar at the supermarket. and so you would do that. you never asked her why she needed so much of the stuff, and now you’ll never know because she doesn’t remember.
Actually, cream of tartar has lots of uses, mostly culinary. And you can also make a paste of it with white vinegar to clean black marks off stainless steel pots an stove burner inserts. I think that’s what she used to use it for. But now we’ll never know.
And so now there’s two lifetimes’ supply of cream of tartar — most of it unopened — sitting in her cupboard.
I absolutely believe that, when it comes to one’s brain, you either use it or lose it. I’m discovering that there were parts I hadn’t used much before, and so I always assumed that I wasn’t good at certain things — like spatial relations and putting puzzle-type pieces together.
But, here I am, putting together my fourth piece of “assembly required” units, and I get better each time. I even went out and bought myself a mini power screw driver. At this very moment, I am sitting at an “assembly required” computer desk with a pull-out keyboard shelf and a drawer that I bought at Rite Aide for twenty bucks. Some of the directions were wrong, and I was missing two screws, but I figured it out. All by myself.
They say “too soon old; too late smart.” I’m on a campaign to prove whoever “they” are, are wrong.
If someone finds six containers of cream of tartar in my cupboard when I’m 89, I’m sure as hell going to know what I use them for.

Munching on my bagel this morning, I watched the tiny wren trying to dig out some food from the bottom of the bird feeder, which was hanging on empty. He sat on that perch for almost a half-hour, futilely pecking and looking around and watching for someone to come out and fill the feeder. He had faith that someone would. And so we did.
Last night, I watched a totally unknown movie, The Edges of the Lord — a film that never made it into the theaters. I didn’t know what it was about, but I picked it up to watch with my mother, since it’s set in Poland, 1942 and has kids in it. She likes movies with kids.
It’s an amazing movie about faith — or rather how it does not sustain us, not really, in times of terror. And it’s a lot more than that — it’s about all the shades of gray in which faith gets waylaid. Except for the two known actors (Haley Joel Osment and Willem DaFoe), all the others performers are unknowns with definitely accurate accents and appropriate last names.
The priest (DaFoe) at one point says something like “some are blessed, but the edges aren’t blessed,” explaining to Osment the process of cutting out and preparing holy communion wafers. And Osment says something like “how do we know if we’re blessed or we’re the edges.”
The DVD box calls it a “coming of age” movie. What an understatement!!
Go rent it!