Why do people live in a Flood Zone?
Louisiana state tax burden is being shifted to local governments, group says
Saturday, June 25, 2011
A Baton Rouge review from the New Orleans Assassin…
~Disenfranchised Citizen
Sen. David Vitter opposes pay raise for Interior Secretary Ken Salazar
Don't revisit failed efforts to raid New Orleans' flood protection funds
Minot, North Dakota flooding surpasses 129-year-old flood record
Port Fourchon, oilfield beginning to pick up steam
Flood has little effect on adult Louisiana black bears
Feds eye tougher measures to protect sea turtles
Gulf restoration task force to meet
German Coast Farmers’ Market: Destrehan, LA. ~NOLAFemmes
~Disenfranchised Citizen
Sen. David Vitter opposes pay raise for Interior Secretary Ken Salazar
Don't revisit failed efforts to raid New Orleans' flood protection funds
Minot, North Dakota flooding surpasses 129-year-old flood record
Port Fourchon, oilfield beginning to pick up steam
Flood has little effect on adult Louisiana black bears
Feds eye tougher measures to protect sea turtles
Gulf restoration task force to meet
German Coast Farmers’ Market: Destrehan, LA. ~NOLAFemmes
Friday, June 24, 2011
Race, Hurricane Katrina questions aren't so simple~Jarvis DeBerry
BP: Don't give Gulf oil rig's blowout preventer to Transocean
Louisiana Coalition for Science: HB580 Is Dead ~CenLamar
Renovations to New Orleans area libraries bring them into 21st century
Shop and Sign: Book Signing At Anthropologie~GO NOLA
Weekend Roundup~Blackened Out
Bo Dollis Awarded 2011 NEA National Heritage Fellowship
~OffBEAT Magazine
BP: Don't give Gulf oil rig's blowout preventer to Transocean
Louisiana Coalition for Science: HB580 Is Dead ~CenLamar
Renovations to New Orleans area libraries bring them into 21st century
Shop and Sign: Book Signing At Anthropologie~GO NOLA
Weekend Roundup~Blackened Out
Bo Dollis Awarded 2011 NEA National Heritage Fellowship
~OffBEAT Magazine
Thursday, June 23, 2011
One step closer to presenting our case ~Levees.org
Entergy Louisiana announces plans to build new natural gas unit at plant in Westwego
Good, not great: City deserves better plan for Mid-City Market
~Alan Williams, The Lens
~Also~Homeowner or homeless? St. Louis Street resident fights to hang on to what he has~Karen Gadbois
Entergy Louisiana announces plans to build new natural gas unit at plant in Westwego
Good, not great: City deserves better plan for Mid-City Market
~Alan Williams, The Lens
~Also~Homeowner or homeless? St. Louis Street resident fights to hang on to what he has~Karen Gadbois
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Levee Debris: Part 6~Fix the Pumps
Many courts making financial decisions in private, despite state law that demands openness and public hearings
~Matt Davis, The Lens
Someone please caption this picture
Louisiana Seafood: It’s About Family, Sustainability and Quality
BP oil spill restoration-project proposals due Saturday
Kenneth Feinberg “says” things are picking up…well, Ken “says” a lot of things~Disenfranchised Citizen
NOLA History: New Orleans’ Corner Drugstore, K and B~Edward Branley
Drink Like a Grownup: Patrick’s Bar Vin~He Said/She Said NOLA
Many courts making financial decisions in private, despite state law that demands openness and public hearings
~Matt Davis, The Lens
Someone please caption this picture
Louisiana Seafood: It’s About Family, Sustainability and Quality
BP oil spill restoration-project proposals due Saturday
Kenneth Feinberg “says” things are picking up…well, Ken “says” a lot of things~Disenfranchised Citizen
NOLA History: New Orleans’ Corner Drugstore, K and B~Edward Branley
Drink Like a Grownup: Patrick’s Bar Vin~He Said/She Said NOLA
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Josephites have affirmed decision to end paddling at St. Augustine High School, transfer president
Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind: That ain’t doughnut glaze on Johnny Young’s chin ~Slabbed
Barge hits Moonwalk
Fashion Solution - Customize!
~Bugeyed Guide
Bragalicious~NOLAFemmes
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Summer Reading Happened So Fast ~Blackened Out
Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind: That ain’t doughnut glaze on Johnny Young’s chin ~Slabbed
Barge hits Moonwalk
Fashion Solution - Customize!
~Bugeyed Guide
Bragalicious~NOLAFemmes
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Summer Reading Happened So Fast ~Blackened Out
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
~Editilla Notellas~We missed posting yesterday, and posted little today, because we're getting into the dirty nitty gritty of restoring Editilla's House of Piety. I commute now from Memphis to Nola in 2-week work trips. It's gotten hard, and is getting complicated as we move into the guts of the house. While I had NO INTENTION of getting into something like this, a total gutting restoration, it seems well and fitting to go for it, smooth to the fine.My father gave me this house in a way, as he was gracious enough to include me in the succession of the family farm ---much to my honest and great surprise! Really. It's a long story, perchance even a book, but suffice to say I expected Nothing.
He'd tied up loose ends, come to me more than once. Pop and I were settled.
My father passed away at sunrise on July 11th, 2009. He was 80.
I loved him very very much.
One of the last cogent talks I had with Pop was from a pay phone in the French Market, during the Flood'05, I think the day or so after the Produce Company had exploded atop a 200 year old toxic waste dump a few blocks from my studio, and sometime after I had fought another man in the dark dark with a two foot long sword. It is hard to say what day it was, but it was so hot.
Dog Flora and I were aimlessly wandering into the Quarters to get away from the acrid smell of poison which still blanketed the hood like a rat bag.
Nearly everyone we knew had gone by then.
It is hard to describe the bleakness. It was just hard.
No cell phone towers within a hundred miles yet these old pay phones that Huey P Long installed still worked. So, Editilla phoned home. After getting the rest of the screaming family off the phones, I began to broach the issue with my father of my last wishes etc. It took a second, since Pop was still under the impression that "this can't be happening in America".. that people wearing a uniform meant something and I just needed to go find them and get out of there.. that our country, his country.. well whateva... we were left to die. I knew this. Many there knew this.
About that moment a NOPD car drove by full of BlackWater Mercenaries, all the windows gone with their little rifles sticking out, ball caps on jar heads... I really remember the tiny sunglasses when they looked Directly At Me. They too knew this.
"No, Pop. America doesn't DO uniforms any longer," I said.
So, I needed to get my affairs in order. No more 2nd chances.
"No, Pop, I'm not leaving dog Flora. She is all I have left."
Pop of course disagreed with that sentiment, all of it --and wasn't having any of it. "OK THEN, You get your Goddamn Dog on the Goddamn Levee and go North and we'll find you!" said R.L. Biles.
I broke down.. "Yes sir," said his son, and got my ass in gear.
Alas, his youngest, the straggler, the errant troubadour, I could not face my father until he came and found me, still armed, in Memphis, 4 months later.
He had a massive stroke the following April, yet was allowed 3 years to say goodbye to his children, 6 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren.
A Ramblin'wreck from Georgia Tech and a Hell of an Engineer,
both Civil and Electrical, 17th in his class, Lt. Col. USAF Ret,
Formidable Nemesis of the Corps of Engineers, to wit:
"Son there is Nothing more dangerous than a lying engineer,
because then all you have left is the word of a liar."
Planter, Maker, Science Fiction fan, Dog Lover,
Master of Sarcasm and Ruthless Wit,
Protector of the Sunflower River,
Son of the Mississippi Delta,
Richard Leonidas Biles Jr.
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He'd tied up loose ends, come to me more than once. Pop and I were settled.
My father passed away at sunrise on July 11th, 2009. He was 80.
I loved him very very much.
One of the last cogent talks I had with Pop was from a pay phone in the French Market, during the Flood'05, I think the day or so after the Produce Company had exploded atop a 200 year old toxic waste dump a few blocks from my studio, and sometime after I had fought another man in the dark dark with a two foot long sword. It is hard to say what day it was, but it was so hot.
Dog Flora and I were aimlessly wandering into the Quarters to get away from the acrid smell of poison which still blanketed the hood like a rat bag.
Nearly everyone we knew had gone by then.
It is hard to describe the bleakness. It was just hard.
No cell phone towers within a hundred miles yet these old pay phones that Huey P Long installed still worked. So, Editilla phoned home. After getting the rest of the screaming family off the phones, I began to broach the issue with my father of my last wishes etc. It took a second, since Pop was still under the impression that "this can't be happening in America".. that people wearing a uniform meant something and I just needed to go find them and get out of there.. that our country, his country.. well whateva... we were left to die. I knew this. Many there knew this.
About that moment a NOPD car drove by full of BlackWater Mercenaries, all the windows gone with their little rifles sticking out, ball caps on jar heads... I really remember the tiny sunglasses when they looked Directly At Me. They too knew this.
"No, Pop. America doesn't DO uniforms any longer," I said.
So, I needed to get my affairs in order. No more 2nd chances.
"No, Pop, I'm not leaving dog Flora. She is all I have left."
Pop of course disagreed with that sentiment, all of it --and wasn't having any of it. "OK THEN, You get your Goddamn Dog on the Goddamn Levee and go North and we'll find you!" said R.L. Biles.
I broke down.. "Yes sir," said his son, and got my ass in gear.
Alas, his youngest, the straggler, the errant troubadour, I could not face my father until he came and found me, still armed, in Memphis, 4 months later.
He had a massive stroke the following April, yet was allowed 3 years to say goodbye to his children, 6 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren.
A Ramblin'wreck from Georgia Tech and a Hell of an Engineer,
both Civil and Electrical, 17th in his class, Lt. Col. USAF Ret,
Formidable Nemesis of the Corps of Engineers, to wit:
"Son there is Nothing more dangerous than a lying engineer,
because then all you have left is the word of a liar."
Planter, Maker, Science Fiction fan, Dog Lover,
Master of Sarcasm and Ruthless Wit,
Protector of the Sunflower River,
Son of the Mississippi Delta,
Richard Leonidas Biles Jr.
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