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Getting Past the Industry to Love Music Again
|I've been moving since 8:30 a.m. this morning. Natural disasters are no fun. Well, maybe for some I guess.|
See, every time I call a friend and ask them how they made it out, it seems they are either (a) at a bar drinking or (b) at home in air conditioning. Even today, one of my friends, who lost his car to a tree was (c) on his way to the mall.
There's still a lot to be fixed here. We got power back at the apartments at the end of the move. Only to lose it 8 minutes later. 8 hours of moving for 8 minutes of power. Awesome.
There's still roofs missing from the same streets I keep passing on the way to where I'm staying. But people are out, and they're cleaning. There are still lines longer than getting Cream reunion tickets at every business that serves (a) food or (b) alcohol. To obtain MRE's, it was a 2.5 hour wait today. I will attempt early tomorrow.
I have pictures, but that cable from my camera to my computer is at my new place, and as of right now I'm not leaving the residential air condition I'm at to go get it. Those destructive pictures will have to wait.
There's two things that keep flowing through my mind every night I fall asleep to Censored Colors: (a) this is the perfect soundtrack to this whole event, the band really captured that true blues/rock essence and (b) I feel so much deeper for Katrina victims. I was able to move all my things and have friends come help. I gutted my apartment with valuables, those other victims weren't as lucky. Those victims in parts of Florida were not lucky after Fay. Those victims in the Midwest were not lucky with all their flooding to the tips of roofs.
I'm alive. I have my valuable things. I couldn't ask of anymore. So now, I'm exhausted though, so I will hit this bottle of Maker's Mark and relax for the probability of going to work tomorrow and slowly get back to the groove of things.
There's so much we can bitch about. Sometimes we let our emotions get the best of us. Think about everyone else first. Think about your beating heart before you think about your callused hands and soar feet.
|Tags: Hurricane, Life, Alive
|Hurricane Gustav Leaks In
|It's still raining. Through my kitchen. In my living room, and thank God, not in our bedrooms.|
But as I sit here listening to the radio; as I sit here after going out and seeing trees through houses and the radio informing our car ride that many places around south Louisiana have flooded. The rain coming through my roof could be worse.
Lucky to say, even though we're sitting here, sweating and wet, we're all alive. That's a lot to be thankful for.
By the time I post this, I will have had been to power. As in now, when I continue this entry.
I just passed through school today. The biggest tree in the school's quad is uprooted. There's trees through apartments; there's missing roofs; there's power lines down, taking up a lane of traffic; there's a line as long as Space Mountain during the summer outside the local Winn-Dixie; any time a light goes on a business that has (a) food (b) beer or (c) alcohol, there's a mad rush and a line.
As of a few hours ago, I thought I was about to enter Lord of the Flies.
Needless to say, Family Guy is on the television and I'm able to post this through the Internet. Society is being restored.
It goes to show though that people will always fight for survival and never want to be sheltered. I am no better, but this is not for worst. We have the ability to move on, and we have the ability to live the "American Dream." We have the technology, we can rebuild "it." We're almost like the "Six Million Dollar Nation."
I'm thankful to be alive, and I can only imagine that others were not as lucky. Others lost more than I did; others may not even have a home anymore; others may have everything and are sitting at the local bar down the road running on a generator drinking their time off. It's all relative, but in the end, I would all hope we have the compassion to open our hearts and arms to rebuild and move on.
I guess this is what Obama is talking about. It may only be a lot of words, and if elected, time will tell if those words will turn to action.
Not to get so damn political, but the last few days I've seen and dealt with a good bit. More than some, less than others. I'm thankful to be writing this, and will have quite a story to tell my kids.
Hope all is safe, and I'll be hitting up that viral marketing subject on Monday, when things go back to normal. Somewhat anyway.
P.S. --- I'll have pictures up this weekend.
|Tags: Hurricane, Alive
|Oxeneers or We Sleep When Gustav Goes Away
|Three years ago.|
That's when I drove East down 1-12 from Baton Rouge to Mandeville to pick up my stepbrother who stayed with his friend through Katrina. Even my quaint little suburban town, which is separated from New Orleans by a 24 mile bridge, wasn't safe. Instead of flooding, there were trees everywhere. Through stores. Through cars. Six through my dad's house. Two feet of water in my mom's house.
These are the tracks of a Hurricaned House.
Now, I'm laying in bed, on the third floor, waiting for Gustav. I have beer. I have pop tarts. I have enough clean boxers and shirts when the power goes out.
This week, I was going to talk about Viral Marketing, but by this time tomorrow, I'm unsure if I'll have power at all. Who knows when this thing will ACTUALLY hit.
Mother nature is a reluctant bitch. Reluctant enough to take our property through absolute chaos. Right now, mother nature wants to put a smile on that face of mine.
So I am here today to inform you that I will be bringing some photos around Baton Rouge and a report of how bad it was or wasn't.
And if you don't here from me. I died of either being struck by something by wind or the pop tarts ran out. I would think the later would be a more interesting story to tell in line at the gates.
To my Louisiana brethren, stay safe. Guess mother nature isn't a Tigers fan?
|Tags: Hurricane, Life