New Orleans Ladder: Jeudi

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Jeudi

Rising Tide 3 Conference Schedule!
~Editilla Schiiiin'shillas~
Marée croissante longtemps de phase trois!

This just in from Levees.org: Rising Tide will also Provide Venue to Premier their new Documentary, a week before Levees.org's own Gala Premier & Partay!
Yes! We Can! Do Hang Together
When the Saints Come Marching In!

The Katrina Myth: the truth about a thoroughly unnatural disaster

Levees.org's own Gala Premier:
What: Pre-show Party and Documentary Premier of "The Katrina Myth: the truth about a thoroughly unnatural disaster"
Where: Touro Synagogue, 4238 St. Charles Avenue, uptown New Orleans
When: Thu Aug 28, 2008
~6:30 Cocktails & hors d'oeuvres while enjoying live jazz band "Some Like It Hot"
~7:30 - 8:30 Presentation, premier of 10-minute documentary and after-show discussion
Free and open to the public!
~Editilla no'tellas~This news is still a bit wet, even tacky, so keep da'good finger pointed to Rising Tide 3 and Levees.org for updates!

Academy Award Winner Richard Dreyfuss Tapped to Narrate Riveting New Documentary, America Betrayed
~Editilla No'Tellas~Our own little ol' Levees.org makes an appearance in this stunning, blockbuster! They say Katrina left us with much more than just inconvenient truth!

Disaster Movie' Tactfully Sets Premiere Date on Third Anniversary of Katrina Disaster

ASCECORPS Ethics report's results will remain secret
~Mark Schleifstein
~Editilla laments the line~ Don't think so Creepo.
That fraggle'bark may work for the Exquixotic Corps of Engineers under the Flood Control Sand Bag--but not in
The City That da'Corps Forgot.
Thanks to Ace Reporter Schleifstein here we see that ASCECORPS all but admits conspiracy in investigating itself. Hence badge of dishonor: ASCECORPS.
Brownie'nose was already taken.
It is unfortunate that our dogged gumshoes at the Picayune can only find this much to print given the Gravity of the Threat at hand. And, the situation is Indeed at hand as Gravity pulls Water at an increasing rate Beneath the 17th St Canal Levee Breach "Repair". But as we have said before, in PR 101: If one cannot respond with even a smidgen of the Truth regarding their role in a crisis in a man-made disaster then say nothing.
Offer The People no rope'dope with which to hang.
That tactic may work in ASCECORPS' tilted CandyMan World of Public Relations. But in the real world, this Real World of Flooded City's and Croplands, where We The American Taxpayers have footed the bill to the tune of $35,250,000 (at least) for answers since that storm missed our city and our levees failed...
~In Our World We Deserve Answers.
And We Will Have Our Answers!

Cromposted from blogofneworleans.com
That Dog Will Not Hunt! No!
WHERE IS THE GODDAMNED MONEY, ASCECORPS!?!?!

Did they spend it here? How about here? Orrrr maybe here
to fund the ASCE Task Force on Political Involvement?
Here's one answer I find interesting because the President of ASCE says he cannot provide updates on the Dr. Seed inquiry nearly a year after they were filed, but of course, he has member updates back in January, and even offers refutations.
Sooo, if the ASCE inquiry is still in process today where did this Bozo get his conclusions way back in January? Editilla jus'axin.
I mean, such an open letter, even from da'Ace of ASCE amongst general "members" rather contradicts this statement today by ASCECORPS regarding the confidentiality this Inquiry:

"Because of the confidential nature of the inquiries the Committee reports its actions and findings only to the Executive Committee of the Board at the conclusion of any case, No report will be released to anyone else."~ASCE Committee on Professional Conduct spokesman Rich Hovey

Oh! But wait! There more. Here is yet another answer.
Damn! This freak's got answers all over da'place.
But no report, eh? Da'Prez backs the "report" on the Report?
What Report? Who's on First? No. Who's on 2nd. What is on First.
Still nothing for We The People. No Soup fo'da People!
Got any Answers on Flood Safety? GO FISH!

We need to stop this game in its tracks right now.
ASCECORPS is Not our boss. Not even our Straw Boss.
No. This dog will not hunt.
We regret that ASCECORPS has a problem with citizen engineering groups like levees.org attempting to stay on top of and follow the trail of leaks in their failing levee system repairs, but it is when one of their own, Dr. Raymond Seed, comes to our rescue that this sort of shit hits the fan, eh?
But stalling for time to form a PAC on our tax dime to pay their lawyers to defend ASCECORPS from Ethics Violations Questions would be cynical at best, sinister at 2nd best and downright evil at its worst. Must we get their fingerprints when ASCECORPS issues a statement about Anything? Must we require signatures on hard copy to verify that they said what they said?
No. We The People will have our redress.
Our Lady of New Orleans looks great in Red.
Where Is The Money?
Are they paying Attorneys to defend themselves from
Dr. Raymond Seed's 42 pages of Ethics Complaints?

Are they using this money to lobby Congress?
Oh yes, they want us to wait…perhaps even after the elections,
so they can have Time to use their ASCEPAC's tax-exempt donations to work for the defeat of our Senator Mary Landrieu, who authored: S. 2826, The 8/29 Investigation Team Act.
Next would come our Congressman Melancon, who introduced it in the House of Representatives.
We must remove these dominoes from the game. They cheat.

Oh yes, it would also serve ASCECORPS well to delay the release of this IPET report as long as possible because their draft report has been ripped like kitty litter by other Member Engineers, to wit:
Dr. Raymond Seed as well as Dr. Robert Bea <-(who is plantiff’s expert engineering witness in the imminent, unprecedented MRGO liability lawsuit).
Editilla gotta toll'yaz~ and it shan't be told'nuff.
If the Exquixotic Corps loses that MRGO lawsuit then plaintiffs attorneys have stated that the Corps is then liable for damages at the 17th Street Leak for permitting SWB to dredge the 17th Street Canal--thereby weakening the levee to the point of failure.

New Orleans attorney Joe Bruno, the plaintiffs' representative on a committee helping plan for trial of all Katrina-related case on Duval's docket, said the MR-GO case ruling will be useful for court challenges to more than 100 corps-built levees around the nation that a recent study deemed unsafe.
But in the near term, Bruno said, Friday's ruling in the MR-GO case could buttress his plans for a new federal lawsuit aimed at holding the corps responsible for the 17th Street Canal floodwall break that left 80 percent of New Orleans flooded after Katrina.
Bruno said the suit will claim that the corps gave the city Sewerage & Water Board a permit to dredge the 17th Street canal, work that allowed water to undermine soil beneath the floodwall, ultimately causing the wall to break.

Not only has the State of Louisiana joined this tea party, but also City of New Orleans ($77B), Entergy ($655M) and Serwage and Water ($460M).
Yes, we have a lot of dominoes in play here, eh?
And Yes, they gonna fall...oh yeah.
They gonna'fall one piece at a time.

Ethics Matter Here.
Ethics can be stolen and spin’filtrated into whatever meaningless flim’flam that ASCECOPRS would have it to become or it can be the Foundation of our American Psyche that
Real Engineers Made It and to which those Engineers will have it returned.

One of the last things my father, a Ramblin Wreck from Georgia Tech Civil/Electrical Engineer/Lt. Col Air Force Ret, said to me after Katrina about the Greatest Civil Engineering Failure In History is this: “Son, Nothing is more Dangerous than a Lying Engineer, because that means then we are no longer dealing with an Engineer.
Then we are just dealing with a Liar.”
Thanks, Pop. I took that to heart.

Senator Boehlert’s Group Not Investigating ASCE or Anything ~blogofneworleans

We Shall Not Be Moved
Special Hat T'n'T to Ken @ FMJ

New Orleans Brain Gain

REM, Pearl Jam call for presidential debate in
New Orleans

Hurricane Katrina Flooding Time Lapse~Security cameras in a New Orleans business capture steadily rising flood water after levees broke and inundated the city immediately following hurricane Katrina

Grand jury examining horse group~Gordon Russell

New Orleans Nagin's Busy Schedule~B Buzzz

Scientific Investigations Report~USGS
Environmental Chemical Data for Perishable Sediments and Soils collected in New Orleans, Louisiana, and along the Louisiana Delta following Hurricanes Katrina and Rita
USGS-MS River guages
New Orleans,LA,
NO Industial Canal,
Bonnet Carre Spillway, LA,
Baton Rouge, LA,
Natchez, MS, Vicksburg, MS,
Greenville, MS, Memphis, TN,
Cairo, IL, St Louis,MO,
Hannibal,MO, Davenort, IA,
Grafton IL

Our New Orleans Saints

New Orleans native John Currence, representing MS, wins Great American Seafood Cook-Off ~Diane Samuels

Familiar faces in HBO's New Orleans pilot
~"The Wire" creator David Simon is recruiting some old friends for his new HBO pilot.

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New Orleans...
a courtesan, not old and yet no longer young, who shuns the sunlight that the illusion of her former glory be preserved.

The mirrors in her house are dim and the frames are tarnished;
all her house is dim and beautiful with age. She reclines gracefully upon a dull brocaded chaise- longue, there is the scent of incense about her, and her draperies are arranged in formal folds. She lives
in an atmosphere of a bygone
and more gracious age.

And those whom she receives
are few in number, and they come to her through an eternal twilight.
She does not talk much herself,
yet she seems to dominate the conversation, which is low-toned but never dull, artificial but not brilliant. And those who are not of the elect must stand forever without her portals.

New Orleans… a courtesan whose hold is strong upon the mature,
to whose charm the young must respond. And all who leave her, seeking the virgin’s unbrown, ungold hair and her blanched and icy breast where no lover has died, return to her when she smiles across her languid fan…

New Orleans.

William Faulkner~1925

My Name Is Burma

Please check out my friend Moe Swe, who emailed me wonderful Burmese Music after we met through my online work with the Burma News Ladder, during the Democracy Crackdown in that country in September-October '07.
I had just joined in New Orleans with Rising Tide, btw, at the 2nd Flood Anniversary. Synchronicity?
One song's lyric: "A drop of rain is now a Raging Tide. Burma How Long?" You tell me. Heads or Tails?
Lotta music there. Take your time.
Use the pause button. Fang though the playlist. Tell yer friends. Enjoy!
As with my love for New Orleans,
I cannot think of a better, quicker way to know Burma than through her music: the song of her soul, the instrument of her dreams, the expression of her hopes & fears.
Burma Sinn Féin!
Burma Rocks World Boogie!
Please shout'out and say hello to
Moe Swe--Let'em know we care.
Kyay Zoo Pyu Pea...Koo NyiBar
Kyay Zoo Tin Bar Dae
8-08-88~~8-08-08
8-28-08

Crucifixion Road

by Karl Demolay

This is for the city that care forgot...
the city that forgot to care.
This city, carelessly forgotten,
our party time's behind us now, sensual drums in the dank and virile heat. City of culinary delights, musical giants, simple pleasures, squalid splendors.
A city of dust, now shrouded in mold, forever succumbing to entropic bliss on pause.
This city of history, a living archive of revelry and regret. The past and the future collide in slow motion. This is the city that must be remembered and rebuilt, this bastion of visceral pleasures and historic decadence. All to our collective delight and nagging melancholia.

This is for the ones that evacuated...
the people who left it all behind. The ones that lost almost everything, or maybe just the one thing they cared about most of all. The ones marooned on highways for far too long, no way home, even as the storm unleashed its initial fury. Those left deserted, no place to rest their heads, thoughts still heavy with guilt or fear or resignation.
This is for the people that won't go back, can't go back, afraid of possibility and all of its attendant pitfalls.
This is for those that have nothing to return to at all, not one single thing.
This is for the ones that relocated, expatriates forced into strange lands with odd customs.
This is for the terminally restless,
the suddenly homeless,
the penniless brave.

This is for the ones that stayed...
the insane, the stranded, the curious tribes, erstwhile survivors and civic warriors alike.
Those souls who stayed calm and true despite the chaos, or lost their minds to apocalyptic fancy.
Battened down and hunkered low, sipping bottled water with hushed first glances, suspicious demeanors and flashlights at the ready.
Proud and defiant holders of the line, sometimes criminal in intent, quick movement on the perimeters, shoot to kill orders...
For all those who were trapped in makeshift shelters, replete with suicides, murders, and rapes: victimization rank and feral.
For the bitter end of salvation, acrid tastes on parched tongues dry, even as bids for escape were made.

This is for the politicians...
Federal, State and Local, at once inept and indispensable, some more than others, caught unprepared, unconcerned, unshaven---Playing cat and mouse in a city of smoldering ruins, screams from the darkness of urgent plight, atavism gone awry. Ignorance and obviousness, the slow motion train wreck broadcast for all to see and discuss, obfuscate and ignore. Declarations of me and mine, you and yours, pitted squarely against they and them. This is for too little, too late, the same old song played at precisely the wrong time, over and over. Nagin, Blanco, Brown, Bush, please report center stage to assume the mantle of scorn and blame, everyone gets their turn.
This is for the ones that try to rewrite history or deny it outright, we wish we could deny it all so easily.

This is for the ones that died...
for the loved ones, the foolish ones, the forgotten and cumbersome alike. For the elderly, the infirmed, Vera in her cobblestone grave, the unidentified ones that received no such memorials.
And our beloved household pets, loyal until the end.
The parks and neighborhood greens, flora and fauna turned to a sepia-tone static gray. The houses, once renowned for their architecture, are reborn as new testaments to the destructive coupling of Mother nature and Human Folly. To the spray-painted X's, harsh and unrelenting, omnipresent in their emergency orange hue: 1 dog dead, 1 person saved.
This is for the newest necropolis to rise, our once proud city, our interrupted way of life, breaks in the line of comfortable static. For the evidence of our empire, washed away in the eye of the storm and the turgid, toxic waters that followed.

This is for the ones that rescued...
the Firefighters, EMT's, Police Officers, National Guard. For the people from far and near that just appeared out of nowhere, just wanting to help any way they could, using anything waterborne. And for the locals brave and true, risking life and limb to save just one more person, over and over and over. For all of the endless, tireless, selfless sacrifices and tear jerking humanity. For their shining light of salvation into the boundless dark, onto rooftops, inside of hacked-out attics, out of harms way to higher ground. For beaming from all directions, these beacons of hope, springing eternal and true.
This is for all those who lent a hand, however small or large. Our gratitude, more than could ever be conveyed, is all we have to offer in return.

This is for the media...
the good, the bad, the ugly, for the rescuers and the soothsayers, the shelterers and the kind words, for the dispassionate, the doubters, the cynical and the apathetic.
The pundits and pontificators, their talking points and bad haircuts, feigning interest at all the scripted moments. For the smiles as the makeup is applied, the vacant suppression of harsh, unforgiving reality in plentiful evidence. The ones that control the present controlling the past controlled the future; as always, blissfully unaware of the consequences...
For the sidebars and scrutiny, the breaking news and tight focus close-ups, hands and mouths reacting in opposite directions, in equal amounts, all from the outside looking in. This is for updates at every quarter of the hour.

This is for the hospitals...
the nursing homes and hospices unprotected and ignored. Piling the dead or leaving them where they lay, morgues and freezers packed tight. This is for the generators that failed too quickly. No sleep or food or water or sanity or safety or hope. For our doctors and nurses, in hellish conditions, against impossible odds, this is for the ultimate and undying respect they deserve. This is for the thugs storming the gates for drugs and evil kicks on top of everything else happening, brash and ignorant of their crime...
For the hotels and hostels, kicking guest out to fend for themselves in our city gone mad. Inundation and tragedy, fragility and breakdown, the worst vacation, convention, honeymoon ever.

This is for the looters...
for the desperate, the prescient, the survivalist hordes. Scavenging and pilfering, salvaging and hoarding anything and everything of use in seemingly useless times.
This is for the business owners, opening their doors wide to allow retrieval of water, food, diapers and formula, keeping their cool and doing the right thing. And for the pharmacies, their good intentions torn asunder by destructive addicts and wasteful ignorance like so many store display shelves.
This is for the home invasions, the armed intrusions, for making a bad situation worse, for spreading the fear...
This is for the ones that made it easier even while others made it ever harder by the minute.

This is for the children...
the lost or outright abandoned, the marginalized or used, for the separation anxiety, trauma and tears on long hot nights that just got worse and worse.
The unfamiliar and the dangerous, the abusive and profane, forsaking even common sense, for the lack of decency, for the bad examples and poor supervision. This is for the countless orphaned souls, forced to bear an adults pain with no advance warning, no preparation or guidance...
This is for the countless smiles, the innocence and playfulness, the ability to make it all disappear, if only for a moment at a time. And for their will, unbreakable and resolute in its purest form and function. This is for what we owe them, first and foremost; their satisfaction will be our compensation over time.

This is for the survivors...
all of us, if any of us, also still, the huge debt owed to those who didn't. This is for all of us in our sad, sad group, no matter where we are at the moment, home or abroad. For the hopes and dreams, reborn from the ashes of the ones previous, for our Phoenix on the bayou. For the nightmares and shock and ennui, the blank stares and paranoia deep into the night. And the helplessness, constricting, paralyzing, numbing...
This is for finding a way to get out of bed in the morning to go to work, gut your houses and reassemble your lives. This is for those that mourn their dead, their missing, their damaged. This is for all of us that are left to find their way back to some semblance of normalcy and well being in these dark times.

This is for the rest of the country...
witnesses to our plight, shelters in the storm, final arbiters of our collective destiny. This is for all of the numerous benefits and donations, the concerns and the heartfelt sorrow. The letters and emails, the long talks on the phone into those September nights and beyond, the shoulders to cry on and beds to sleep in. As well as the showers and food, simple things like ice and clean clothes. For the religious intolerance, the thought that somehow, we deserved this,
that this was God's doing...
This is for the stupidity and hypocrisy, for throwing the first stone when we were down and out. This is for their fatigue, their need to move on, not towards a better understanding, but only to the next sad refrain. For helping us stand, then forcing us to walk away stronger and more assured. This is for those that are rebuilding with us, as well as for the ones that make us want to now more than ever.

This is for the world...
the governments and their citizens, for the superpowers and third-world nations alike.
For their offers and advice, their engineers and city planners, the visits of rebuilding and improved protection. This is for the feeling that we weren't alone, that this has happened before elsewhere, only much worse, that it does get better with hard work and cooperation. For the lessons learned and experience shared; the first real promises of something good in uncertain times. This is for the most that we can share, our lessons, our triumphs and defeats, our heartbreaks and celebrations. This is for an open welcome to the grand rebuilding, our glorious comeback and their involvement in all that promises.

This is for the past...
and how not to repeat it. This is for shoddy levees and interrupted communications, driverless buses and improper shelters. For the wild ride to here, the respite in its warming memories, stories and legends yet to be told.
The anecdotes and folktales, the ghost stories and the pirates' songs, for history and the curious wisdom it imparts. For the good times, the bad times, the in-between times, we all had them here in this place we called home, no matter if you're local or not. This is for why we still call it home today, even if we won't, or can't be here now. This is for the sacrifices, the sweat and blood, the personal tales of reward and loss. This is for the chance to finally get it right, to learn form our mistakes one more time, to teach others the same as well; it's that precious and rare.

This is for the future...
and the promise that it holds.
For the chances in abundance, the endless, limitless boundaries presented. This is for the process of starting over, no matter how long or tough it turns out to be.
For the ways to see beauty in the ugliness, to fashion something new and exciting out of something broken and in a state of disrepair.
This is for our city, its legacy, our neighborhoods and families, friends and foes alike.
For our scenes and cliques, parishes and wards, businesses and hangouts, for the determination to rebuild them all, damn the engines.
Our wishes for a better way are here and now, ready and waiting, the concept of building better, stronger, and more secure. All we have to do is make it happen.
This is for the here and the here from now on.

So this is for you, in your own private way. For peace, contentment, steadfast resolve in trying times. For dignity and patience, reassuring calm after the storm. This is for the knowledge that you are not alone, no matter how lonely it may seem right now. For your hopeful return to the place we call home, if not now,
then in due time...
For the knowledge that she will wait for you, she always has,
she always will...
This is for our fair lady,
our New Orleans,
Past, Present and Future...