Sunday, October 16, 2011

Saints vs. Tampa Bay and…uh, my grandparents? ~Disenfranchised Citizen

Insistent Appeals to Evacuate Did Not Warn That the Levees Could Break
~Sandy Rosenthal, Huff Post

Outdoors notebook: Estuaries taking losses ~Bob Marshall

It’s Duck Season on the Upper Mississippi ~Quinta Scott
~Wigwam Slough off Goose Island © Quinta Scott 2009

Gulf of Mexico oil spill researchers report trouble getting samples

Disc Spins Its Way to $1 Million Oil Spill Clean Up Prize

Problems in New Orleans Police Department go beyond Katrina: Jarvis DeBerry

Apartments planned for Editilla's former, pre-Federal Flood writing studio! Marigny Arts Resource Collective
~Editilla and Dog Flora rode out Katrina and then the Corps' Federal Flood on the fire escape 2nd floor just left of corner. 27 inch thick double brick walls, 12X14 inch rafters set in steel... even then at one point it felt like the building would twist and fall flat like an aluminum can.
I was the only resident in the building during the Kafkatrina Nightmare for 7 days.
~Click pic to enlarge.

SMV: Meet on the Ledge~Adrastos

Editilla's SMV Thingy: Walking Spanish Down the Hall, Tom Waits

He's got himself a homemade special
You know his glass is full of sand
And it feels just like a jaybird
The way it fits into his hand
He rolled a blade up in his trick towel
They slap their hands against the wall
You never trip, you never stumble
He's walking spanish down the hall

Slip him a picture of our Jesus
Or give him a spoon to dig a hole
What all he done ain't no one's business
But he'll need blankets for the cold
They dim the lights over on Broadway
Even the king has bowed his head
Every face looks right up at Mason
He's walking spanish down the hall

Latella's screeching for a blind pig
Punk Sander's carved it out of wood
He never sang when he got hoodwinked
They tried it all but he never would
Tomorrow morning there'll be laundry
But he'll be somewhere else to hear the call
Don't say goodbye he's just leaving early
He's walking spanish down the hall

All St. Barthelemew said was whispered
Into the ear of Blind Jack Dawes
All Baker told the machine
Was that he never broke the law
Go on and tip your hat up to the Pilate
Take off your watch, your rings and all
Even Jesus wanted just a little more time
He's walking spanish down the hall

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